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hi friends on flickr, there has been a lot of new contact adds recently, so i suppose not everybody will follow what i write. i think things perhaps have come to an end for this account, ive written that before and tried to accept my changes, but i just feel nothing for this. i feel like theres nothing inspiring, i cant even describe it, for almost a year ive felt just like theres nothing id possibly want to photograph, theres no new ground to break and i have no inspiration. when i even see groups of snapshots i take from visits to my boyfriend the first thing i notice is "why the fuck doesnt this flow", every colour is out of place, all focussing is different in each picture and theres no fluency to any of my work anymore, it doesnt have a visible style in technical handling and it doesnt have an emotional feeling. when you get to the point where youre looking at your work afterwards trying to PICK OUT a feeling from it, you should KNOW you should not do more. i cant hope to find a feeling in anything i take and feel good about it, it feels defeating and too much failure. i dont even feel like going out and taking photographs anymore, the scenery is always the same. the worst part of all is that i do have desire to improve and do more, i do have desire to find a style, but i feel talentless, like theres nothing i can find that makes me have ideas, theres no driving fire inside my mind that says "take it from this angle to show X"/"take it with these colours so it feels X"/. at university when i studied art one thing we always were taught to do before going ahead with a project was to gather a moodboard of everything that inpsired us to create the next peice of artwork, that moodboard for photography is usually in my mind, inpsired from music, film, tv, friends, family, weather, and most of all my emotions, but now its not there. it feels like its locked behind a door i just cant open, my moodboard is entirely blank. my minds eye is firmly shut. i have high rent arrears and it just feels like i cant access this part of my mind, no catharsis even for my stress, just nothing. i am at a loss. and ps. also another point to back this up is how every favourite i get is for OLD WORK, when i did feel emotional and cathartic, when i did have inspiration, no comments for new work at all. you all want something moving full of feeling and drama, but how would one do this when im so unmoved within myself, i used to be so angry at university, i hated the class, i hated the set up i just hated everything about it, i used to write in my diary every night and regularly cut myself, i was full of emotion and that was something people wanted to watch, now i have nothing to offer you, i dont work, i dont study, i dont have a show to put on for you, im sorry for becoming a nobody. perhaps i dont have bright hair or wear all black or look exciting, i dont take pretty self portraits in glamorous make up or back comb my hair, in fact most days i dont even wear makeup but i can tell you everything i could ever post in here is genuinely felt, i do not post pictures for use on social networks and epsecially not tumblr which is where most of my work seems to end up, i didnt even have a tumblr account, and i do not make artworks to create a false image or something cool, trendy or shocking. i am myself at all times, when my pictures include self harm im trying to tell a feeling in my life, im trying to express myself and show a raw emotion, not something dolled up and for people to post on their blog to look extreme. ok i appreciate it that people would want to do that, but just please remember even if you do use it for that purpose, i meant it not in that way, this photostream is my diary of the past two years and thats all, some tell a story in writing, or in speech, and i tell mine in colours and shapes, the way i naturally communicate best in. just.. im not sure, i wish i could explain who i am more in this, but it feels like i cant, im not sitting here in red lipstick and backcombed hair dyed black in my parents home on my expensive laptop. im sitting here in my flat which i live alone in, compeltely messy and with not much money, the only food i eat is given by friends and family and i never ask for that, my hair is its natural colour brown, its straight and shoulder length, im not wearing make up and i never do unless its a special occassion like a meeting with important people to me or a celebration, i dont even think about what i wear and i mostly wear things that are out of fashion and dated on a daily basis. im not an exciting 18 year old with tattoos of anchors and stars on her chest, or a 17 year old who loves partying and taking drugs with her circle of best friends, im not anybody exciting at all, im a very unexciting person and as i grow older into my twenties im not entirely sure who i am at all. what do you do when your teenage angst has long ran out? this question haunts me more an
pirates and buccaneers of the world rejoice
pirates and buccaneers of the world rejoice
Captain Adrianas De Moore of the Santa Esmaralda has jumped ship ,and without him we are rudderless, Getn ye back here De Moore , your ship needs ya . ARRRRRRRRRRRRRR ..Nelmac , are ye ready for the days interiped voyage Dedicated ta Cap'n Slappy an' Ol' Chumbucket, fer creatin' National Talk Like A Pirate Day (September 19th) Most days are like all of the others, Go to work, come back home, watch TV, But, brother, if I had me druthers, I'd chuck it and head out to sea, For I dream of the skull and the crossbones, I dream of the great day to come, When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main And trade my computer for rum! ARRR! T' me, Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day! When laptops are benches God gave us for wenches, And a sail ain't a low price to pay! When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered And every last buckle is swashed, We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs And pound back the grog till we're sloshed. Yo ho .... - Anyone see my keys? - Just off the coast o' Florida, matey! ARRR! Don't pick up yer phone and say "Hello, Your ten-o-clock meeting's delayed", Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow, "AVAST! Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!" Ye can't keep this fun to yourself, I bet, So sing "Aye", "ARRR", and "Ayy", every man! We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet, But a damn good retirement plan! (raucous laughter) T' me, Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day! Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin' And bein' polite is passe! When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty And let out a hearty YO HO! And if this offends you, hold your breath as we sends you Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go! - Where IS Davy Jones' Locker, anyway? - Right near Monkee Island! Arr, aye, arr.... We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!" Buy latte with pieces of eight We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun The loser, o' course, is worst mate! When we hoist Jolly Roger the landlubbers dodge 'er, We fill 'em with loathing and fear, We'll plunder and pillage each city and village, Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer! - Ahoy, mateys! And Welcome ta "Iron Chef Pirate!" Let's see the secret ingredient! <GONNNG It's Barnacles! - Oh ho! There'll be some cutting-edge cuisine! - "AWK! AWK!" <bzzzzzz - Hold still, Polly! I need this for me salad! - Avast there, me bucko! Ye need CARROT shavings! CARROT! - But Captain, I be on Atkins! - Moron... - And you! WHAT are ye doin' with that salmon? - I'm grillin' it on a hunk o' cedar, what d'y'think? - Ye CAN'T do that in a JAPANESE STIR-FRY, ye bilge rat! - Oh HO! Ye never heard o' "wokkin' the plank"? There ain't no computin' or morning commutin', No "Parking Lot Full" signs for me, No lawns ta be mowin' or bills to be owin', I'm knowin' the pull of the sea. The fresh salty brace of the wind on my face Through hurricane, sunshine or squalls, I'm keepin' my eyes on the distant horizon, Verizon can hold all my calls! To wear a red coat full o' buckles, To earn a few duelling scars, Well, at least we can get a few chuckles By filling the office with ARRRs! And maybe we'll never get closer, Than watchin' 'em on the big screen, So here's to old Errol and Depp as Jack Sparrow, And every damn one in between! T' me, Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day! That time in September when sea dogs remember That grown-ups still know how ta play! When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy And a soft-wear patch covers your eye, Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs And buccaneers all till we die! So hoist up the mainsails and shut down your brain cells, They only would get in the way, Avast there, me hearty, we're havin' a party, It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day! Yo Ho! (Visit Tom Smith's Web site to buy a copy of this song - and more great filk!) Web site and contents © Mark Summers and John Baur, 2006 Web design by Pat Kight/aka jezebel

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