earthly Sharpness

A few months ago, I held a Poetry Contest with the grand prize being, among other things, having your very own e-book made by yours truly. 

Today is the day I finally make good on that  promise. 

 

I am proud to release earthly Sharpness by Manny Blacksher.

 

It will be available for free for a very limited time and then available for purchase through the ALSO THAT Art Store. Physical copies with bonus content will be available for purchase in the near future.

 

Click the button below to download the free PDF today. 

Don't Listen to the Bleeding Hearts

Here's a poem I wrote recently.

Don't listen to the bleeding hearts
and romantics and university students.
Art is as commonplace as a phone call to an old friend.

Artists are self-important.
It's a necessary trait
Otherwise people would see
them for what they are:
Bottom feeders.
Scum.
Liars.
Charlatans.
Sophists.

We make the effort to spin
shit into gold.
But it's still shit.
No matter how much time you spend on it.
No matter how much work and thought goes into it.
It's still shit.
But sometimes,
Sometimes the light catches it
Just right...


They're a rotten bunch.
"Tortured"
"Feeling"
"Misunderstood"
More like maladjusted.
Who isn't tortured and feeling?
Who doesn't feel misunderstood?
It's just the opposite:
They're completely understood-
Smearing colors around and 
Covering pages with lines.
Useless crybabies.
Unable to cope with the
Everyday wretchedness of humanity
And are thus forced to ram their head into the wall repeatedly
In an attempt to make it
More beautiful with their blood.

...And for one shimmering second, it's gold.

SUMMAH BONUS

To celebrate the first official day of summah, I wrote a little poem for all of you.

I sit and wait in the sunshine
For the piano to play a song.
I sit in this little world of mine
And quietly hum along.

Birds are chirping
Friends are talking
The smell of sunblock's in the air
Dogs are barking
Tourists walking
No one has a care

Life may be cruel
Life may be hard
The evil rein and rule
But all that darkness feels so far
Lounging by the pool.

The sun is shining
We're graced by summer's kiss.
"If this ain't nice,"
As KV put it,
"I don't know what is."

 

 

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