If you’ve finally caught up in the Twitter rage, then you must have started typing away on your cell phone or laptop, trying to come up with interesting tweets. I’ve read today that 60% of Twitter users quit using the service after a month. This isn’t something new and the fact of the matter is that Twitter has been around for a few years. We found this web app pretty cool.
I was messing around with a paint brush and ink a few weeks ago and this was the result. I have been researching ways to do some calligraphy. After a few experiments, I decided on using ink dip pens as they get the best result. I’ve seen some typographers and calligraphers working with brushes, but they are hard to use. It will take a lot of practice.
This piece actually turned out to be a short poem. Click the image about to read or read it below.
The weight of the world lay on his shoulders, but he could not tell.
Like the abyss that spawned him, his heart of hearts told him different.
What could be said?
What could be done?
No one could tell.
It crushed him slowly into pieces.
The gaps became larger.
No one knew if he could ever be put back together
Things would always fall apart.
Mistah Kurtz—he dead.
A penny for the Old Guy
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.