eclectic writings mostly on art, philosophy and poetry
i am but what you think of me
and nothing more unthinkingly
an inkling and credulity
you know as well as i
that eyes befalling from outside
see everything we try to hide
like sharks trapped in formaldehyde
but all of its a sham
for i know not you, you not i
just brushstrokes in a painted sky
just a collection of notes in a book or melody
that form a song
and who knows what i sound like to you?
***Welcome all to the Mists of Mania!*** After 2 years of being known as ‘the surrealist junky’ I felt it was time for a name change/blog rebrand. There were lots of reasons, but the main reason was quite simply that I got rather bored of it. Another reason – I’m just not quite so obsessed with the surrealists as I was when I first started the blog… we all have our ephemeral art obsessions / phases surely? And I also felt that ‘the surrealist junky’ felt overly heavy in some respects.. so anyway, there you have it! Expect more new posts in the coming weeks. Dec (nb: to mark the birth of the ‘mists of mania’ I included Caspar David Friedrich’s iconic ‘wanderer in the sea of fog’, 1818, as the featured image)
