it dawned on me recently that my posting is almost tag-like. i have a simple formula which has been developed and honed over some time. i find a photo or an image which provides a quick bit of inspiration and then i outline the post with the image on top and a song or soundbite at the end. this provides the outline of my tag (as it were). inside i splash some inspired bits of color and wisdom that have been picked up somewhere along the way. because of my schedule and the time frame life has alotted, i am pressed for time and usually spend a precious bit of concentrated time creating the tag for the day.
i would venture to declare that my work is not monumental. i do not put the time, effort, or level of critical thinking that so many of my contemporary bloggers put forth. my style is much more spontaneous and hodge podge, its creations are strewn into the online environment in an almost impulsive mindset. i blog because its practice soothes my spirit. it has become second nature. it is haphazard. it is dark. it contains and reflects light and inspiration. and i love it.
Both “graffiti” and its occasional singular form “graffito” are from the Italian word graffiato(“scratched”). “Graffiti” is applied in art history to works of art produced by scratching a design into a surface. A related term is “sgraffito“, which involves scratching through one layer of pigment to reveal another beneath it. This technique was primarily used by potters who would glaze their wares and then scratch a design into it. In ancient times graffiti were carved on walls with a sharp object, although sometimes chalk or coal were used. The word originates from Greek γράφειν — graphein — meaning “to write.”…….. reposted from wikipedia
i continue to make efforts to be more authentic with my posts and less formulaic. but somehow i have stumbled upon a formula that satisfies most of the soul connections i crave for the online presence i covet- images, music, and some cost and time effective philosophy. some form with some funciton. quick and easy, down and dirty.
i am including a bootleg compilation from one of the first “industrial” bands i became enamored with in the early 80’s. somehow that machine driven techie provides an apropos backdrop for my intention here. there are repeated blasts of repeating swatches of sound and vision tossed into the air to land as they may.
there is a lyric from a pop song by “my life with the thrill kill kult” that emerged at around a decade later that also comes to mind.
Built by all
Inspired by none
You are the Star
The Scarlet Son
You are the Star!
Hard, Fast and Beautiful
Hard, Fast and Beautiful
Love the thrill,
Beg your skin
Free and Wild…
Sweet Love’s Child…. my life with the thrill kill kult
here is “front 242”
and here is hard fast and beautiful with a vid created by some former colleagues from chicago. these pastiches of sound and vision represent the cave drawings of that time and speak volumes about where i have been and what i have seen. the daily pages i write now are rooted in the images and sounds of my past – perhaps mixed with the hope for a more sane and grounded future.