Out of the Gutter Art
Outrageous Bipolar Expressions
Category: art
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Have you noticed that I’m not very good at this? I am kind of disorganized right now, a little creativity here- a brick wall there. Everything makes me cry this week, and I have absolutely refused to finish an important painting. Locked up tight, not telling myself why, not really sure what happened…
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Where do I disappear to, when I stop creating? Inert. Inept. Inconsequential and inconsolable. I know I will be with her soon, I feel a withering inside. A withdrawal from the actual. An inward turning, accepting that I am finite. That, perhaps, I did not survive the whirlwind physically unscathed. Yet they find no marks…
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(The train traveller named Paulie would soon explain the meaning of this phrase…) Fatigue takes on new meaning when you are on the road. You develop a bone deep weariness that is never absent- because true rest from sleep is now forever absent. One must truly keep one eye open at all times. There…
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(A Memoir) I want the words to pour forth from my broken teeth, I beg my mind to recall the past blur of a life, my life Nearer to end than start, or even middle I ask for a kind ear to bend, Listen awhile to this heart… The pavement…
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…Doesn’t Keep Me from Running… …Or Digging Burrows… I thought that I could escape the pitfalls of being Bipolar if I could recognize the phases. That I could help others understand me, if I could just explain what I’m experiencing. Why do I want you to understand me? I have wanted to be loved and…
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IT’S HOT, I’M TIRED.. Night fell, and we were ready by Burt’s golden chariot. What an amazing vehicle it was. Huge, glistening, bearing his name proudly on the door in script as the owner/operator. This was no drugged-out short-timer. No, Mr. Burt was the real deal, hauling real steel. A true gentleman, he helped…
Out of the Gutter Art 