Unreal City Taisei Igarashi

they do! been inspired to write about writing and art since i’ve been diving deeper into the works of Charlie Kaufman. i literally looked up shades of brown and they’re names and they were meh so here ya go lol
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all shades of brown sound ugly

i used to think in quartets

now theyre everywhere
and after three laps around merrion square
wild suffering
writers blocking the way
paving the way for destruction
nothing is happening

the writers make the nothing into everything

in a movie where nothing happens
tomatoes rot and stain your original mind

look for it

the art is within the banal

we drown in singing voices
the better the voice, the deeper
maybe the best songs are buried in the ugliest of singers
and yet the trees keep changing their look deciduously

yet no choice
but to keep telling this story
theres no foliage of paper
you just keep turning

and the writer writes
as though willpower is the only way to overcome the robots
and coffee with extra sugar
two cubes

when, now

the peace disturbed by my sanity

your clock is ticking
tickticktickticking

searching
researching
the banality of greatness
boredom and other attributes of me
to you

i am no longer caught in the past
those purple golden lights can no longer entice me

with crystal clear eyes i pierce through the dark
beaming yellow
staring at the mirror now the fog has cleared up

foggy age

the sounds fade away
fatigue crawling up to my eyes

words in clusters dont make sense

the simple soul songs
working class folk songs with easy repetitions
smooth chord progressions
classic guitar

lets sing along

the masterpieces keep getting printed
in this day and age rampant with “information”
entertainers and writers alike
we claw for art
and yet high art is somewhat foggy

who appreciates the unknown

dreaming of avant garde capitalism
i’m too spoiled to write my poems on the back of fallen leaves
i’m on my phone
airdropping my feelings onto my macbook
recording them
posting them online

gotta make a presence

the artist is isolated and yet so connected
the world does not allow for complete isolation
the writer must live amongst the people
write and tell the tales of those around
one must write
one must create
one must put forth his writing

one must keep writing

speak to an audience
while in my creative coccoon
where no one can influence
unless i let them

in this coccoon i interact
i socialize
i express
i perform
and in this coccoon i amplify my emotions and carefully spill them
splatter them onto my page

one must keep writing in this foggy age

My good friend Malika joins us for the first episode of Unreal City: Citizens. We talk dolphins, travel, and our friendship.

Audio version from my Youtube video! Just finished watching the Tiger King documentary and just wanted to share my take on it. Enjoy!

New Poem! Spreading good vibes and good times.//ambages

the ambages tumble all the way to colorado
la and vegas
and lost time zones including hawaii

mostly pain
swimming across oceans
flying through radars
never making it back

jealousy and pettiness
we wrestle aside the uneasiness and compromise
we cant go outside
yet the introspection is minimal

it hurts too much

the ankles cracking we try to find a purpose
no mornings
no weekends either

just mostly mid afternoons
dreamy midafternoons

the sunset reminds me of nostalgia and retrospect
and the romantic ideal
i suppose