No offense meant... but haven't we enough of these "I'm gonna take a book and make a circle around random words so that they make sense in the end" - things? Even though I (once in a while) really like the sentences you've "created" here
The artist can create whatever they desire until they feel it's enough, if they ever do. I doubt the words were completely chosen at random; they hold deep inner meanings, otherwise lost in a page of unrelated text. Perhaps it's not my place to speak for the artist, but if you don't like this kind of art, why are you here...
some super semblance of subtle messages... some unacknowledged connection remains despite the ripping apart of worlds...from the core...but sifting through the ashes, those who live to burn, find peace in their aftermath -A
Because it's a gigantic burning ball of gassy substance? Of course we can't "relate" to the sun! I don't know if that's supposed to just be a cryptic metaphor or what, but that doesn't even make sense.
1.) She didn't ask why we can't relate to the sun, she asked -what- we can't relate to the sun. That is, she was implying that we can relate many things to the sun.
2.) The use of the sun in the poem doesn't necessarily constitute a metaphor, and her use of the sun in the description was really just her commenting on the fact that the sun is an ever-present force in our lives to which we can relate a great many things.
I'm not really sure why you're confused, or how it doesn't make sense.
I was confused and thought it didn't make sense because I obviously thought she said, "WHY can't we relate to the sun?" instead of "What". That is why it didn't make sense. Thank you for taking the time to sort me out. Have a pleasant day, miss.
This is beautiful and so unique! I love the idea of making something of a limited text! Also the idea of drawing around it is just added beauty. I would love it if you gave me permission to attempt this for my own personal entertainment. I wouldn't upload it to DA or anything. Just use it as inspiration for works of poetry. And if anyone did happen to see the work I would credit to where credit is due.
This kind of poetry is called 'found poetry.' While your respect for your inspire-er is admirable, (I wish there were more people like you!) I doubt you really need her permission. It's a bit like asking Shakespeare if you could write a sonnet. "Imitation is the sincerest of flattery." Charles Caleb Colton, (1780 - 1832). Imitate to your heart's desire, post it, and link it back to ~Carrieola, to everyone's enjoyment.
Thank you so much for the information. I really appreciate the kind words. ^///^ I will defiantly make sure to link any work I may post back to Carrieola since this is where I got the inspiration! Again thank you for taking the time out to answer my post, Kimmy! ^^