The uniqueness of genius

I’ve been thinking about genius. It is often said that genius is unique. But what does this mean? On the origins of genius: Plato and Aristotle in Raphael’s School of Athens. The uniqueness of a genius lies precisely, I argue, in their ability to see past their own uniqueness. While everyone else looks at the … Continue reading The uniqueness of genius →

A message for 2023: Stop imitating past greats, I want something new

I am getting tired. I hear the same music again and again and again. The charts are driving me crazy. Because I like this kind of music. In the shadow of My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy and The Fame Monster, the 2010s saw the reinvention of music through R&B (Anti) and alternative pop music (WHEN … Continue reading A message for 2023: Stop imitating past greats, I want something new →

Heartbreak

Heartbreak That little death A black hole (artist representation, Nasa). It is a fear The fear of being Alone But it reveals its own fallacy For it is remembering a unity That was And therefore Could still be It is passion That fears Reason only Hopes In truth Passion deals In lies And yet A … Continue reading Heartbreak →

Waslove

I should have known The way you walked The way you talked Indescribable Beauty beyond Orpheus, I am Now they hunt me Like an animal Vultures, wolves, panthers They feast on my corpse A rotting carcass, I am So sorry, I am not Apologise, I will not For loving you Or *trying* to love you … Continue reading Waslove →

See you again

Lord of darkness. Lord of light. You can call me What you like. who, again? But know If you call yourself my friend That’s I’ll be seeing you Again end

I am an idea

Oh You wish to Stop Me? Omniverse. Oh haha Well baby I’m an idea I’ve tried to kill those Doesn’t work I live Forever Disclaimer: Any similarity between names mentioned and actual individuals is purely accidental and largely theoretical. These are fun ideas to entertain but, as always, I may be mistaken. After all, what … Continue reading I am an idea →

our tragedy

if you are well and I am well shadows and skies how can that be a tragedy? if just we cannot be

Shadows of truth: The world is poetry

I have noted a distinction between artistic expressions and statements of fact. But I think these are the same thing. The world is a fleeting image, a mirage — a poem. The world is poetry, not prose. It is artistic expression, not a statement of fact. To make this case, let me draw on a … Continue reading Shadows of truth: The world is poetry →

The foundation is love

I want to talk I want to dance Love. The foundation. I’d like to be With you But I’m so confused And yet clear I am found

Suffering

The pain that never goes away. The never ending, ever rolling drums. Dark clouds. The beat that never ceases. The loss that never fades. The love that never was.