The modern world and the modern mind are continually fluctuating, faster, like a living and intricate web of infections, ideas, and confluences. Now everybody can be an artist. Perhaps we all merit 15 minutes, or maybe 15MB’s, of fame.
Amid such vanity and illumination, advertising and pornographical madness, no-one needs a Leica or an inbred attitude to take pictures or write poetry or vomit an opinion anymore. Your existence can transcend beyond class and a mediocre life of wishful thinking. Certainly there is just as much evil and apathy in this microcosm but, should you choose to look for it, more than the occasional pearl.
All the stories and poems on this saintblog were put together from ideas given to me by men and women who got their ideas from others before them. I added some photographs and a few songs which I could claim more than a passing amount of credit for. Art is all and magik is code for wonder.
An Eye Looks Out saintbob
saintblog features some of the varied ramblings, writings, thoughts and opinions of a fabulist musician and trier. Words and sounds do not belong to anyone but are influenced by everything thus far.
He Who Dies With The Most Toys Wins
