Writer, in the afternoon.

Writer, in the afternoon.

(Crime and Punishment mash-up)

I know nothing of means and remedies. I know nothing of higher art. I mistake zeal for action for actual progress and I have uprooted any hope of changing myself. I rent my heart to words. I have never been more of a cliché than I am now. At 27, the dangerous year for artists and lovers.

I grow out of my prejudices and into new ones like a pair of leather boots. My mind clings to a superiority to overcome crippling inferiority to a universe too big for one woman to discover alone. I throw lovers off the scent. Love, it all looks rather improbable. My heart stuffs its pockets with you and I go on humming the tune that saves my life every damn time.

 

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Freudian Friday: Diablo Cody on Inspiration

Diablo Cody (Juno, United States of Tara)

As you are about to see, Diablo Cody is a badass. If you need more than that in order to click the little triangle then: Diablo Cody is important because she shows us creatives the value of writing the stories our parents warned us about.

Video coutesy of Artisan News Service.

Freudian Friday: Guggi and the art that beats you up.

Freudian Friday: Art abuse

Guggi, aside from having a kickass name, is an artist and the founder of an avant-garde band called the Virgin Prunes. He is one of nine, lives in Dublin and owns a bunch of reptiles – what’s not to love? Here he talks discipline and art (video courtesy of the brilliant people at BigThink). And if all that doesn’t float your creative boat then I have just one word for you. Accent.

To get more Guggi, view his selected works here.