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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 1:41:43 GMT
Okay, here's a game. Pick one visual artist, one musician (or band), one playwright, and one novelist.
Now imagine your childhood as an image by the artist, your teen years as a song by the band, your middle age as a stage play by that playwright, and your death (and thus ultimately your life) as written by that novelist.
Okay, go.
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Post by intangelon on Jul 20, 2013 5:45:12 GMT
Henri Matisse -- my childhood is about shapes and colors; flashbulb memories of moving a lot and having just enough time to make one or two images stick.
Thomas Dolby -- teen years spent being shunned except when I was useful; like Dolby having one hit, deserving more, and going on to make music on cell phones possible.
Eugene Ionèsco -- none of this shit makes a damn bit of sense...except when it does.
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. -- my life was poignantly pointless.
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Post by Battleberry on Jul 22, 2013 23:10:32 GMT
Vincent Van Gogh - Starry Night
Queen - Fat-Bottom Girl(s)
Arthur Miller - The Misfit(s)
Robert Heinlein - Stranger in a Strange Land
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2013 18:32:42 GMT
Akira Toriyama - I looked not very different from Goten. Nujabes - BattlecrySharp like an edge of a samurai sword
the mental blade cut through flesh and bone
though my mind’s at peace,the world out of order
missing the inner heat, life gets colder
oh yes, I have to find my path
no less, walk on earth, water, and fire
the elements compose a magnum opus
my modus is operandi is amalgam
steel packed tight in microchip
on my armor a sign of all-pro
the ultimate reward is honor, not awards
at odds with the times in wars with no lords
a freelancer, a battle cry
of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry
wonder why a lone wolf
don't run with a clan
only trust your instincts
and be one with the plan
some days, some nights
some live, some die
in the way of the samurai
some fight, some bleed
sun up to sun down
the sons of a battlecry
a battlecry
look, just the air around him
an aura surrounding the heir apparent
he might be a peasant but shine like grandroyalty
he to the people and land, loyalty
we witness above all to hear this,
sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness
set sail to the sun set no second guessing
far east style with the spirit of wild west
the “quote-unquote” code stands the test of time
for the chosen ones to find the best of noble minds
that ever graced the face of a hemisphere with no fear, fly over
the blue yonder where the sky meets the sea
and eye meets no eye
and boy meets world
and became a man to serve the world to
save the day, the night, and the girl too
Alberto Vaccarezza - Tu Cuna fue un Conventillo (It's a comedy based on early Argentinian society and based on tango) Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra - Don Quixote (He was a fool that wanted to be a hero) |
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