(Wrapping Drafts) Copypasta: From the Intertubes

((Wherein I copied bits of writing))

A expanding selection from here and there.


“One sticks one’s finger into the soil to tell by the smell in what land one is: I stick my finger in existence — it smells of nothing.
Where am I? Who am I? How came I here?
What is this thing called the world? What does this world mean?
Who is it that has lured me into the world?”

-JamesJoyce12,  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGaRtqrlGy8

“The masters all painted baskets of fruit, Why? What is it about fruit, That demanded such passionate expression?
Was there a lucrative market of fruit lovers to exploit?
Personally, Fruit doesn’t bake my cake, if you know what I mean.

Now naked babes in the grass, That I can understand, But apples on a dish? What is it they’re trying to say?

Do they tempt us like Eve,
“Buy the apple painting, Maude, big, delicious, juicy, red apples on a porcelain white dish. Buy it, buy it, buy me,”
Whisper the artist’s serpent strokes.

Or maybe It was some deep psychological need – That compelled the depiction of fruit.

There they sit, Inert, In a bowl, or basket or dish.
The artist as pear.
Brimming life immobile. Contained within-

A precious seed Waiting…”

 -Kaitlyn Paige Nakamura **, https://joindiaspora.com/posts/1126777

“to me, knitting is exactly like sex.
I can only do it for myself, or someone I hold very dear, and only out of love.
I would never think of doing it for money”

-Anon, Ravelry.com


About inkywaters

Just another semi-confused soul in the endless aether.

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