Art-Colored Lenses

[CMCB]

As I search for myself I often find the search very difficult
One thing I feel I am certain of is that I am an artist
But am I a good artist?
How should I define a good artist?
I am adept at writing guitar painting drawing but where does true good come into my art?
Where do I begin to come through on the paper?
There is truly no meter to measure my talent or lack thereof
I strive so hard to echo great surrealists great beat poets great musicians does that take away from my art?
I wanted to finish this series of poems with my greatest work yet and I hope I am doing that
This is poetry
THAT cannot be denied
My idolized poets wrote some of their best works under the influence of uppers downers or both I sit here drinking herbal tea
Relapse is too much to risk for me
Nothing like the feel of a fresh and clean of a denim shirt
Bitterness self pity anger rage depression envy
Will I ever be recognized?
I hope so
My being has been s muddled by the forces of God and Satan that I am unsure of who I am except that I am infact both God and Satan of my own sphere of the universe
Still I drink my herbal tea
Tea sleeping pills meditation will do me good
All I want is for my work to be valued respected esteemed envied love appreciated
I thirst for success as an artist
This of course leads us back in a loop to the question of what defines success as an artist
I want people to dig me and what my art represents
In a world where there is a nation of teens with a desire to be recognized where do I carve my niche?
So much ambition so much certainty that much of it will not be ever realized
Everything we all do is art everything anyone says is art and everyone is art living or dead organic inorganic ART!
How is mine to stand out?
They (my peers) think I joke when I say everything is art but I am not sure of any other idea with such certainty except the idea that nothing is certain
Uncertainty and certainty are both art
Every man loves the smell of his own piss
Piss is art
If we are to assume that I am correct and piss is art and everything is art then humans (you and I) are close relative to piss!
If you are related to me in art does that mean when we fuck it's incest?
Incest is art
Horrible despicable detestable heinous art
Art can be evil too
Just as you and I can be evil so can art vice versa art can be the opposite of evil
When it is springtime and the flowers on the cactus bloom it is art
Do you see?
Art is life!
Oh so elegant life!
Oh so elegant art!
Beauty!
Lust!
Hate!
Abstinence!
The addict!
The cop!
The teacher the jailor the devil the newlyweds the shit and debris that course through the slums of Liberia like the life blood of that filthy ghetto ART!
You cannot condemn any art for to condemn art you condemn yourself
The whore that spreads her legs for money the governments of the world their lewd dance is an unspeakable art
It is an art nonetheless
When you (the bastards) strike me down for my art and not only do you hurt me you hurt you
You hurt everyone
I am inclined to forgive
To hurt is to create art
My I have created exquisite great works of art if pain and hurt is the medium in question
Haven't we all put our share of pain and hurt towards others?
Mari!
Etienne!
Alex!
Kelli!
Ashley!
Pukeface!
Riley!
Maya!
You whores you gluttons for punishment
Each of you are a beautiful work of art
Likewise the predators that sought to consume you
Marijuana alcohol cigarettes oxy Vicodin Xanax mushrooms muscle relaxers morphine amphetamine cough syrup codeine Benadryl Ritalin cocaine nitrous all of you have been my friends at one point and you are all art to me!
Our torturous relationship is art!
My addiction to you is art!
You see everything beautiful with the eyes of the universal artist
How could I forget you group of chemical thugs?
How could I forget my love for her?
Tiffany and myself are art holy art
When we make love!
Sweating shiny heaving bodies thrusting moaning living art!
The way her hair mats against her back wet with sweat is art
But we are more than sex we are compatibility we are attraction chemistry we are love itself
And love is art
Shakespeare knew this
It's strange how when people know you're watching them their movement changes entirely
Did you know that a holocaust is happening as I write this?
What else do you call it when millions upon millions are forced into camps where their only purpose is to die and die quickly?
I guess you could call it farming
Farming is art
Remember art can be evil
The fact that I am writing this can be considered art
Exctasy!
When will you realize that you are forever beautiful?
When will you realize that everything you do is beautiful?
When you do you will see your beauty mirrored in all things.
Not most things
Not some things
ALL things!
All things beautiful forever!

[newsclippings]

"Every man loves the smell of his own piss"

You have grammar issues here. While I value the idea of writing down your own internal monologue, this reads like a sermon about art, which is in everything and nothing all at once and what is life if not an echo of a rock befallen on another rock?

[CMCB]

I was playing around with Jack Kerouac's writing style, hence the grammar issues.

[billy]

hi cmbm

what hit me straight off was lack of [necessary] punctuation. if you emulate a style it still has to work when read. the missing commas detract from the poem instead of adding to it. visually the caps screw the poem up as well; without punctuation it's hard to know where and when and how long to pause at the end of each line, all caps makes it even harder. why use question marks? i'd advise no punctuation at all or full punctuation.
you could use line spacing instead of the question mark which would at least make the question pop.

after reading it feels very wordy i places. the first and 2nd line are examples;
upon searching myself
I am certain I am an artist.

another thing to watch out for are the [I's]
but the commas etc, if you're not using them use line ends,separate them onto their own lines (which may cause even more problems that it solves)

upon searching myself
I am certain of the artist within
but a good artist?
what defines a good artist?

the above is just an example to use or discard; to give you ideas
in general i'd hack away the dead words and let the images be seen clear.
lastly, use some poetic devices, even Kerouac did that. for such a large write it contains almost none.

As I search for myself I often find the search very difficult
One thing I feel I am certain of is that I am an artist
But am I a good artist?
How should I define a good artist?
I am adept at writing guitar painting drawing but where does true good come into my art?
Where do I begin to come through on the paper?
There is truly no meter to measure my talent or lack thereof this line feels very untrue
I strive so hard to echo great surrealists great beat poets great musicians does that take away from my art?
I wanted to finish this series of poems with my greatest work yet and I hope I am doing that
This is poetry
THAT cannot be denied it reads a lot like prose so far.
My idolized poets wrote some of their best works under the influence of uppers downers or both I sit here drinking herbal tea
Relapse is too much to risk for me
Nothing like the feel of a fresh and clean of a denim shirt
Bitterness self pity anger rage depression envy
Will I ever be recognized?
I hope so
My being has been s muddled by the forces of God and Satan that I am unsure of who I am except that I am infact both God and Satan of my own sphere of the universe
Still I drink my herbal tea
Tea sleeping pills meditation will do me good
All I want is for my work to be valued respected esteemed envied love appreciated
I thirst for success as an artist
This of course leads us back in a loop to the question of what defines success as an artist
I want people to dig me and what my art represents
In a world where there is a nation of teens with a desire to be recognized where do I carve my niche?
So much ambition so much certainty that much of it will not be ever realized
Everything we all do is art everything anyone says is art and everyone is art living or dead organic inorganic ART!
How is mine to stand out?
They (my peers) think I joke when I say everything is art but I am not sure of any other idea with such certainty except the idea that nothing is certain
Uncertainty and certainty are both art
Every man loves the smell of his own piss
Piss is art
If we are to assume that I am correct and piss is art and everything is art then humans (you and I) are close relative to piss!
If you are related to me in art does that mean when we fuck it's incest?
Incest is art
Horrible despicable detestable heinous art
Art can be evil too
Just as you and I can be evil so can art vice versa art can be the opposite of evil
When it is springtime and the flowers on the cactus bloom it is art
Do you see?
Art is life!
Oh so elegant life!
Oh so elegant art!
Beauty!
Lust!
Hate!
Abstinence!
The addict!
The cop!
The teacher the jailor the devil the newlyweds the shit and debris that course through the slums of Liberia like the life blood of that filthy ghetto ART!
You cannot condemn any art for to condemn art you condemn yourself
The whore that spreads her legs for money the governments of the world their lewd dance is an unspeakable art
It is an art nonetheless
When you (the bastards) strike me down for my art and not only do you hurt me you hurt you
You hurt everyone
I am inclined to forgive
To hurt is to create art
My I have created exquisite great works of art if pain and hurt is the medium in question
Haven't we all put our share of pain and hurt towards others?
Mari!
Etienne!
Alex!
Kelli!
Ashley!
Pukeface!
Riley!
Maya!
You whores you gluttons for punishment
Each of you are a beautiful work of art
Likewise the predators that sought to consume you
Marijuana alcohol cigarettes oxy Vicodin Xanax mushrooms muscle relaxers morphine amphetamine cough syrup codeine Benadryl Ritalin cocaine nitrous all of you have been my friends at one point and you are all art to me!
Our torturous relationship is art!
My addiction to you is art!
You see everything beautiful with the eyes of the universal artist
How could I forget you group of chemical thugs?
How could I forget my love for her?
Tiffany and myself are art holy art
When we make love!
Sweating shiny heaving bodies thrusting moaning living art!
The way her hair mats against her back wet with sweat is art
But we are more than sex we are compatibility we are attraction chemistry we are love itself
And love is art
Shakespeare knew this
It's strange how when people know you're watching them their movement changes entirely
Did you know that a holocaust is happening as I write this?
What else do you call it when millions upon millions are forced into camps where their only purpose is to die and die quickly?
I guess you could call it farming
Farming is art
Remember art can be evil
The fact that I am writing this can be considered art
Exctasy!
When will you realize that you are forever beautiful?
When will you realize that everything you do is beautiful?
When you do you will see your beauty mirrored in all things.
Not most things
Not some things
ALL things!
All things beautiful forever!

[ellajam]

I think the are a little obsessed with the form of the poem and not enough with the content.

Please address the poem and give the poster of the poem some insight from your read. What works and what doesn't for you? Thanks/mod

[Truerenigma]

a brilliant spoof that makes a fine commentary on the absurdity of trying to write with a message or attempting to use poetry as medium or outlet for something else, like "expressing oneself" or getting "people to dig me", or promoting ideas or personal image etc.