Creativity cuts

Size 8.5″ x 11″   
eggshell white paper
formal finite space to break
an infinity of diction and dreams
sharp corners curbing sentences 
as my mind scrutinizes standard dimensions
irony unrealized until repeated creativity cuts 
bleed forth a steady stream of ink
forever freeing brain clots bottled 
underneath.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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9 Responses to Creativity cuts

  1. Gallivanta says:

    Interesting. So I take from this that our creative expression is sometimes limited or circumscribed by what we write on, or what our canvas is.

    • Thank you! Very perceptive comment. Yes and no. Sometimes our constant contact with the medium frees us from the constraints of the finite page, spilling forth creativity we never knew we had. The repeated ‘creativity cuts’ from paper give us the needed experience to bleed the words out of our system, to accurately describe our pathos. Conversely, the white page is a reminder of what we have yet to accomplish, our hidden potential waiting to scare us beneath the surface. The upshot of the poem is this – the eye is fickle, but art is infinite. There are countless ways to see the same page depending on your perspective. This is why art is dynamic and universal – it can transcend the medium by just being itself, hovering as a shadowy splotch above the canvas of our consciousness. Does this make sense or am I insane in the membrane? Hope you are having a wonderful tomorrow today, my friend!
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

  2. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    The eye is fickle, but art is infinite. There are countless ways to see the same page depending on your perspective. This is why art is dynamic and universal – it can transcend the medium by just being itself, hovering as a shadowy splotch above the canvas of our consciousness.

  3. I never see the space anymore. Just the inside of my mind…:)

    A lovely interpretation, T4T. 🙂

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