Unreal City Taisei Igarashi
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- Arts
All things Tai! Mostly poetry but other things to come as well. Come join this ride of a young aspiring writer finding his way through life in Berlin.
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all shades of brown sound ugly
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
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
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 -
Unreal City: Citizens Ep. 1: Malika
My good friend Malika joins us for the first episode of Unreal City: Citizens. We talk dolphins, travel, and our friendship.
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Tiger King Review!
Audio version from my Youtube video! Just finished watching the Tiger King documentary and just wanted to share my take on it. Enjoy!
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ambages
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