Jack-of-All, Master of Nothing
With so many hobbies holding us afloat, how do we keep up with what passes us through the day-to-day experiences?
Thanks be unto the Internet, for making it possible and simple for the recognition of great and aspiring artists around the world, for enabling us to finally utilise a free and copyright-free encyclopedia, for delivering media content at our fingertips within a few keywords. It remains a truly innovative and ambitious tool the the whole world can partake in, regardless of gender, ability and creed.
YouTube, Facebook, and mySpace needless to say opened a new chapter in the revolution of a maintained social community and has bridged the gap in bringing people even closer together than they realised was possible. While the members of the ‘net community have embraced the ’six degrees of seperation’ philosphy with full force and those once shy to expose their talents, have set up busking sites on the sidestreets of websites for small change of recogntion. But with the plethora of posts to each of the aforementioned sites by independent artists each attempting to stake their claim in the limitless limelight, somewhere along the lines the criteria for ‘acceptable’ and ‘creative’ gave way to an influx of verbinge and slapstick…
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Kings and All Their Favourites
What is it like to abandon a much loved and well-practiced hobby or following, and what brings oneself to leave it in the first place?
There is much glory attached to the ailing craftsperson whose faculties are departed to such an extent that continuation is impossible; rusty, swollen fingers which cannot pluck a stringed instrument or a painter whose favourite brush has split from dousing too many times in a jar of thinners and water. Retired men and women of a reputable social service gain their pension and a permanent crest of honour tatooted to their name. Veterans of war plagued by the imagery of the macarbe are immortalised in books of history which carried forever anon. These craftspeople are the kings and our noble followings are the favourites.
Riddles of Wallpaper
- “Is grafitti protected by copyright law?”
Let me clarify something first - I am not referring to gang ‘tagging’ or even graffiti street art, but those enigmatic and sometimes outrageously crass messages in public spaces. At the same time, I am trying to guard my writing here from the potential to become something of an elitist, academic platform from which great meaning is made from unmeaning. Frankly put, inspiration arises in spontaneous ways and I will forever jump at the first opportunity to grasp it.
Before I read a cleverly written piece by a classmate in Advanced Creative Writing (please excuse the pretentious title), I never really thought to pay much attention to toilet door graffiti. I doubt anybody has ever mustered the courage to ring that mobile number (”Call for a good time”) and find out who it is, to meet in that cubicle at the time it professes some (”secret, illicit”) operation is supposed to occur or to speculate the potential clue of a missing person left by an unscrupulous offender (”Victim was here”).
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