Would you ask a writer about what their writing means? First, hear (or read) what I have to say. If you ask a poet what their work is about, what sorts of questions do you think they hear all the time? 'Whats this mean? What's this about?' The artists get sick of it. Writing is a form of art. Art is meant to be not the same for everyone. Most artists want their work to be left to the viewers interpretation. Quoth one of my favourite writers:
"Does it mean this, does it mean that, that's all anybody wants to know. Fuck them darling. I say what any decent poet would say if you dared ask him to analyze his work: If you see it, dear, then it's there." - Freddie Mercury.
Artists need their privacy. They'd rather not get asked questions they've answered hundreds of times, or questions they don't wish to answer. There's sometimes a hidden meaning to a piece, but it's not always something they'd like to share. Maybe they fear of criticism, maybe they're embarrassed, maybe they won't tell you just to keep you guessing or for fun. Maybe the meaning is way too personal. Maybe the piece was right out of their imagination, or has no meaning. There could be other reasons too. But if an artist doesn't want to tell you the piece is about, don't pester them. Art is art, and it's meant to be enjoyed. Sometimes not knowing is part of the fun. It's mysterious, which the artist just might've wanted it to be. You can have any theory about a piece, and that's your interpretation.
Written in honour of Freddie Mercury and all other artists.
"Does it mean this, does it mean that, that's all anybody wants to know. Fuck them darling. I say what any decent poet would say if you dared ask him to analyze his work: If you see it, dear, then it's there." - Freddie Mercury.
Artists need their privacy. They'd rather not get asked questions they've answered hundreds of times, or questions they don't wish to answer. There's sometimes a hidden meaning to a piece, but it's not always something they'd like to share. Maybe they fear of criticism, maybe they're embarrassed, maybe they won't tell you just to keep you guessing or for fun. Maybe the meaning is way too personal. Maybe the piece was right out of their imagination, or has no meaning. There could be other reasons too. But if an artist doesn't want to tell you the piece is about, don't pester them. Art is art, and it's meant to be enjoyed. Sometimes not knowing is part of the fun. It's mysterious, which the artist just might've wanted it to be. You can have any theory about a piece, and that's your interpretation.
Written in honour of Freddie Mercury and all other artists.
Thursday
Kyle is the worst boyfriend ever! The party ended with me in a coma. Apparently there was alcohol in my drink. I had an overdose and it almost killed me. Kyle swears he didn't do it. I want to believe him. I really want to. I know Kyle had done it because I know saw him poor something in there. At first I thought it was water or something to make it sweeter. It wasn't water. I couldn't go to school today because they were pumping the alcohol out of my system or something. I'm not entirely sure what happened. All I know is that for a couple if minutes I was pronounced dead. My heartbeat soon started thumping again but I was in a coma. My parents were so worried. I thought for sure they would be dead from shock. Kyle is banned from coming near me. My dad implied that rule. My mom kept crying whenever she talked to me. All she could manage to get out of her mouth besides whimpers were muffled words. I don't think I'll be seeing Kyle for a while now.
Kyle is the worst boyfriend ever! The party ended with me in a coma. Apparently there was alcohol in my drink. I had an overdose and it almost killed me. Kyle swears he didn't do it. I want to believe him. I really want to. I know Kyle had done it because I know saw him poor something in there. At first I thought it was water or something to make it sweeter. It wasn't water. I couldn't go to school today because they were pumping the alcohol out of my system or something. I'm not entirely sure what happened. All I know is that for a couple if minutes I was pronounced dead. My heartbeat soon started thumping again but I was in a coma. My parents were so worried. I thought for sure they would be dead from shock. Kyle is banned from coming near me. My dad implied that rule. My mom kept crying whenever she talked to me. All she could manage to get out of her mouth besides whimpers were muffled words. I don't think I'll be seeing Kyle for a while now.
What a change Such a dramatic change
Once I was small and ignored
Now I'm called when their bored
Or looking for a friend
To talk to till the end I use to be invisible
Now I feel invincible
They can't hurt me
Look at what I can be
This is new
Something almost true
That great feeling
Was somewhat appealing
But soon disappeared
Whenever I neared
Now I am small
No longer tall
Completely ignored
Always bored
It happened so fast Invisible in the past
Then became invincible
And immediately back to invisible
It changes everyday I don't know what to say
Maybe it won't stay the same
I'll be forever lame
Once I was small and ignored
Now I'm called when their bored
Or looking for a friend
To talk to till the end I use to be invisible
Now I feel invincible
They can't hurt me
Look at what I can be
This is new
Something almost true
That great feeling
Was somewhat appealing
But soon disappeared
Whenever I neared
Now I am small
No longer tall
Completely ignored
Always bored
It happened so fast Invisible in the past
Then became invincible
And immediately back to invisible
It changes everyday I don't know what to say
Maybe it won't stay the same
I'll be forever lame