Yes, upon introductions. It’s a bit different to “about” page, which by the way isn’t saying much “about” about anyway… Worry not, I am working on it!
This “introduction” comes from Ami’s several profile pages on various community sites. And now… I learnt this new word amphigory -
am’fi-ge-ree, n (French amphigouri, of unknown origin)A nonsense verse. Specifically, a poem designed to look and sound good, but which has no meaning upon closer reading. The term ‘amphigory’ could be applied to large segments of modern poetry, except that its authors probably actually believe that what they are writing is something other than a meaningless trifle. [ from Phrontistery ]
And I laughed, and fell in love with the new word. Even though it’s a poetic term it fits well this modern “fluffy” and “flowery” style of writing found on many pages AND in literature..as well as in the introduction below.
Or maybe I am too severe critic of my myself eh?
Anyway, here it goes…
My prelude for this too long introduction part, which I absolutely must do wherever I sign up, would be this…
I am not an artist. I am a very after-image of the creature known as Artist.
Now, let me think; I’ve already had my profile written in poetry, prose and even as a list else where in far far lands. I had it tailored in the old-fashioned way as well as in the modern style. And here I’ll conclude on the very beginning of my introduction; best profiles are never long and pompous. They’re written with subtle sarcasm and dark humour which is always addressed at the author, never at the world or You, my fellow stranger. Rude or blank profiles are self-defeating, are they not? I could never understand profiles offending visitors or people swearing in them…
First and foremost, I am playful. It pretty much has an impact on every action I take and every aspect of my life. I also am laid-back, very. I tend to exaggerate my reflection in the beholder’s eyes, I am used to exaggerating the beholder’s reflection in his own eyes as well. The audacious Zanny of Comedia dell’arte lives within me. If I had been born 200 years ago, I’d have been one of them, actors of Comedia dell’arte. There wouldn’t have been a better thing to do for a woman like me. Comedia dell’arte is no more, no traveling actors wearing masks play in villages anymore, no charlatans selling dreams under the blue moon, not those like in the old times at least. Everything became digital now, dreams especially…
I am a Goth. I am an old-fashioned Goth. I wouldn’t wear anything that is not made of cotton or velvet. I like black boots, of course, and cameos. Yes, those tiny things are catchy. And I do read Rimbaud or Baudelaire, sure. Keats, Yeats or Shelley? By all means, of course! Am I oh so dark enough? But here’s the thing, although their poetry is either decadent or terribly romantic, I don’t dream of dying in the arms of a fallen angel. On the contrary, the more I read the more I crave….life. I eat dark chocolate from coffin-shaped box, I tease the Captain of the Drunken Boat with the bottle of rum. I was born under the Grain Moon, treading softly on dreams ever since. I am protective of those in whom I see the spark of passion. This Spark in particular can put me in a trance, and I’ll remain there, staring at You…studying You…admiring. I am a humanist.
Like I said I am playful and sometimes wicked. Seriously, I can’t take anyone seriously if they take themselves too seriously. I really am a kind person at heart and nothing can make a monster crawl out of me but people who explain the same thing twice. Laboured explanations kill the gist rather than clarify it.
You’ll find me sobbing while contemplating the paintings of Vrubel or Delville. I am an art historian. I believe it’s fair to say I walk into the painting, it’s not an object to me but an immanent space, a realm. I travel.
And there’s also music. What I currently listen to depends on my mood as well as my mood depends on what I am currently listening to. Music is my navigator, or a ship perhaps…
