The process has continued recently. In Summer 2012 – Spring 2013 I created nearly 100 24”H X 36”V digitally composed works which can be printed on canvas. They are in the astounding Hyper-Cubist style, combining the styles of the abstract expressionists and M.C. Escher. One of the works resembles the work of Jackson Pollock. Many others are equally ornate, and there are hints of both extensions of Cubism (Picasso, Chagall, Juan de Gris, and Joan Miro), and op-artistic qualities. One of my inspirations is the Vorticist art movement, which included the British-African artist Winslow Homer, who actually worked around the time(s) of Picasso.
My gallery is visible at http://www.etsy.com/shop/HyperCubism . I have been advertising, but no sales yet. 80 favorites though. 3 days ago
I had an encounter with a girl named Colleen in a park.
We met at Starbucks and then walked over to another cafe and hung out.
It fulfilled a childhood impulse, since I had thought years before that I would be attracted to a Colleen, although I didn’t find the Colleen I knew in elementary school attractive. I didn’t like her family and she seemed too chubby.
My first attraction to grown women occurred in fourth grade. I was listening to a song about a drunk woman who tripped to a door, and I found myself very mentally aroused. Perhaps I was being telepathic with some of the grown men in the room during the performance.
At least Colleen gives me hope that my hormones mean something.
But she had a smoking habit which was a major turn-off.
And judging by her body type most people would think she deserves better than myself. I’m not very macho or outgoing. And my mother says I look like a woman when I take off my clothes. I’m not likely to find a romantic partner who thinks that’s a turn on.
So there’s writing and artwork which seem appealing. At least Colleen was something from the clothed vantage point (adding self-inflection self-inflictively).
She actually drove in a car alone to see me. That’s something, from my point of view. 4 months ago
received a special deal return policy. It may be possible to find my books in bookstores, even thought they are self-published. Cross your fingers.
Philosophers and psychologists may be interested in the two forthcoming titles:
The Dimensional Philosopher’s Toolkit, or Essential Criticism (2013),
Creeping Cadence and Cadence Continues: Poetry in the Life of a Schizophrenic (2013) 4 months ago
Ameliorgams, fast lifes
traveling away
prose paths, pruned wildly
dare roses Plaths
jickard crosses carry Mandilbrots 5 months ago
I’ve been encouraged that others are interested in art and writing.
Consequently I’ve made small strides towards promoting my book and artwork.
In an unrelated story, someone showed up at the cafe where I’m having my recent exhibit, and decided to buy one or two artworks. So that’s progress compared to selling work to my family.
My next book, The Dimensional Philosopher’s Toolkit, is expected to have a wider audience than my first book, because it’s easier to promote a book that resembles a previously existing title.
Anyway, in the Twitter department I’ve found ways to write about Zen and Economics in the context of irrationalism, leading to a new style of inspiration which I hope will catch on.
Not everyone knows that these quotes are from me, since I don’t always list my name. But all the quotes on Twitter under my profile that don’t have a source listed come from my head. At least until you find an earlier source. And I’m not at all clear who it would be.
Anyway, meaning has always been a thing for me. For example, recently I listed a weblink on my blog sidebar for combating depression (I don’t have depression, but I feel it is because I developed a principle against it emerging for me. I have been offered anti-depressants before, but actually escaped only because I hid it in my cheek when I was taking a meal. Later I lucked out and they asked me personally what medications I was taking, so there was no referral which got me involved in a second product. I’m not suicidal, so I recommend any professionals reading this will take the claim seriously when someone genuinely doesn’t exhibit suicidal symptoms. They probably aren’t suicidal. They probably have a will to live. And its not like that’s the only thing that would prevent them from committing suicide in real life. Even popsicles and shit can be reassuring). 6 months ago
There is evidence of this in my forthcoming book, The Dimensional Philosopher’s Toolkit,
My blog at http://www.hypercubics.blogspot.com
And on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/dimensionism
I encourage those interested to “like” the facebook page on dimensionism. Also, it comes up quickly in the search, so its easy to refer to later. Thanks! 6 months ago
is worth buying. Read the description. It’s a work of philosophy. 7 months ago
perhaps it will lead to teaching. But I feel wary. 7 months ago
The Dimensional Philosopher’s Toolkit, is due out in early 2013. 8 months ago
there’s no way to die. It just gets deeper. 8 months ago
at Woodland Cafe in New Haven: September 2012.
Hyper-Cubism. 8 months ago
of the form you describe is called the Overgrown Garden.
Speaking respectfully. There may be other names too. 9 months ago
has sterling literary qualities. At least from my point of view. The buyers have mostly been relatives so far, but there are a few sales outside the family. I have a promise from my friend Laura as long as I remind her in a week. I also have a few libraries that might be interested, if it’s possible that their budget period closed for the summer.
Feeling oddly optimistic, but unbalanced about my prospects as an author. I suspect quality doesn’t count as much as it should, or there would be a few dynamites making millions. That’s what I’d prefer, oddly enough. I’m not sure there’s enough of them right now. Most authors struggle to make any money and I mean ANY money at all. It’s an odd prospect. I’d rather see someone make a real living, even if it’s somebody else. They say, there are a few of them, so I can’t complain, but that’s not really true. Relative to the whole gigantic population almost nobody is making money with writing.
By the time writing translates into someone like Herge (who made Tintin) it looks like it was generated by a computer. There have got to be exceptions to that, or it just looks artificial. Or not artistic. And what happened to artistic styles? Styles aren’t present in writing where I live. There’s real potential for novelists, but at the same time the discipline looks dead. Then the conformists who had the real potential to succeed give up, because of a mere message. The original people write poetry, and the professionals only care from a sophisticated point of view. There’s just not enough juice in the system. And I’ve avoided caffeine, but surely there are things other than a novel that can be worth money and discipline. The ancient encoded art. Examples of prodigy. Arcane eras of storm and fire, bold manuevers made out of machined iron.
Am I building for a novel? Do I want to die old?
—Nathan Coppedge 9 months ago
I find my approach uncharacteristic and you can compare it to others for justice and contrast.
I’ve been advised against writing novels, in two ways: first as a poet, and second as a philosopher.
So instead of writing a work of fiction I wrote a collection of poetic and philosophical statements.
The resulting book is now available on Amazon.
Although, I’ll tell you a secret: I self-published.
Perhaps if I self-publish a significant number of books, I’ll have a name for myself from the various forms of advertising I’ve engaged in. But advertising is a real barrier.
There should be a way to be popular, and they say novels are the way, but there’s a lot of competition, even from trash, that reduces the paradigm to something nightmarish.
As for novels, I prefer science fiction, it allows for the widest array of descriptions, besides being perfectly diamond at a classical technique.
My book, the 1-Page-Classics is available from Amazon if you have 20+ bucks. 9 months ago
I spent several hours in a waiting room at the Yale Hospital Emergency Room. I guess I’m a hypochondriac. I thought I had lyme disease. But then I decided my back ache was worse, and the pain hasn’t gotten worse since I left. How’s that for a late-night adventure?
Attractive girls at the hospital. Am I innocent if I’m unconsciously motivated, or psychic? 9 months ago
