Paper-Tiger Poacher

Unown

[Sometimes it’s worth it to vent The Truth when their Paper Tiger gets a Big Head after give’И §chrodinger’s §abertooth a paper cut, then thinks draw’И a single drop of Blood means they’ve already won.]

66 – Evicting Fools

If I’m being honest, I’m getting an interesting picture of you that my poet in me wants to paint, but 500 a comment would take too much. Let’s summarize.

I believe every pretentious intention felt comes from the artist in you attaching ego to an idea of art that was picked apart by professors, so you don’t realize not every tree is meant to look the bonsai style that you paid money to make sure you’re better than plebes.

You know art, and since you do, now you’re allowed to pull others apart if it doesn’t fit your high-value vision. Because that’s how they made you, too. It’s not like there’s no way you’re just taking out your subconscious frustration of being made to fit in a cage & behave like a good artist should if they want the grade or to get paid. And clearly, that’s the correct way to approach a form of art you’ve already been told B intentionally alien & why it feels non-human: by the book.

Not to mention, I don’t think you realize how even now you’re looking through those fabricated filters you made so you wouldn’t get criticized by bad grades. Now, having been programmed to read poetry a certain way, and being told it’s the correct way to look at art by people you think sound smart – you’re convinced now that if you can’t see anything with a pattern you learned to recognize, that must mean there’s objectively nothing more to try to find.

Since even though there’s about 8 years of proof showing me developing my original style, in addition to this alien concept, you never wanted to try to understand it or me. It’s way easier to pretend I’m fake than admit to yourself that your designer eyes you paid good money for aren’t equipped to process what my homemade hands were able to design. A leads to B, so – Clearly: I used AI just ’cause you can’t even begin to recognize A design.

So even though I explained how my design was different from AI generated lines, then provided you keys to unlock the doors that’d reveal I’m not just Jim’s talking head blowing smoke – you decided against both ways that could have expressed the Truth: by diving down the rabbit hole provided to prove who’s right, or just admitting to yourself you don’t give a fuck nor care enough to explore a Nö Name Poet you think sounds pretentious.

You’d already decided I’m düMb the moment it wasn’t easy for you. So, since you couldn’t recognize something that doesn’t have a lable yet, I must have needed AI for some reason. I’m just another fake artist taking away from someone who’s been trained to pick out patterns from your pre-approved list of proper self-expression.

So I’m not worth your time of day, nor the indignation felt by you, a real artist that’s been trained how mimic critics that think they’re above reading words not structured with their specific eye in mind. Especially from someone who sounds like a retarded robot (unaware that’s your self-projection that you’re trying to insult).

It would’ve been so easy to downvote something you didn’t like on Imgur & move on without A 2nd thought (which is what a normal person does when they don’t like something & has nothing to prove). Though, your artist needed to prove its illusion of superiority by denying a new form that’s unfamiliar because it’s uncomfortable to read, and makes you feel like you know nothing. Now you’re afraid to double-down on & stand by your bland brand statement, having started off announcing your education to give your perspective better footing to look down on me.

And there’s probably a part of you that knows if you tried presenting this kind of idea at school – you’d get laughed out of class or trash talked like what you tried to do to me (if you ask me, unconvincingly). So, now you won’t even consider: “maybe this is how it’d feel talking to someone not from here.” Then, ideally, realizing the struggle was intentional, and your complaints about Aesthetic not being poetic weren’t just wrong, would actually have ruined what Poetry wanted to be.

My alien voice knows he’s misunderstood, so whatever. But I guess my human poet couldn’t let go, so I decided to wave my writers dick around just to prove I can by showing how fools always jump to the AI catch-all that let’s them pretend there’s nothing that could fly over your head. Your reflexes are too fast. ‘Cause metaphors aren’t a concept Drax has encountered. Of course he’s gonna say something silly about intangibles his particular experience never even considered.

So now we both agree that 1 of us is dumb. But which artist made the wrong assumptions about the other? I believe I’ve proven I can write meaning even you can see. Maybe I’m not lying when I say there’s something more there. That I am indeed making pieces to a puzzle to conceptualize something not yet experienced by Earth.

Though you still refuse to listen, then dismiss it as literal shit, then say even that’s generous since you still need to throw 1 last stone since you don’t realize you’re throwing them at the wrong glass house. Deciding to judge my entire concept & design as nonsense, since to you: jigsaws look öDD 4 Nö ReasoИ.

That’s why until it’s been figured out, whenever it’s found all alone, it feels like something Lost N’B’Tween artificial/synthetic & schizophrenic N§anity. Since it’s like watching a person have a conversation with a ghost. Where you only have half of the script available at the moment.

It’s trying to have a conversation with parts hidden N§ide öF Ü & -more likely than not- you’re unaware exist yet. It’s only after you are finally able to put 2 pieces together: when you realize intention & design after you find those seemingly Random squiggly edges have an actual purpose when it fits perfectly together with another.

P.S.

Don’t admit when you’re punching down. I’ll let armchair critics be dicks. They could just be stupid Kids still trying to learn how to express themself in their own way. Kids have to be dicks before realizing there’s better ways to prove your self besides tearing others down. I try not to risk killing a kid’s voice just ’cause my grown man’s feelings were hurt. But not only are you someone old enough to go through art school, you’re using that skill to put others down rather than create.

[N’Progress]: Revisions & Additions Since My Poet Just Can’t Let Go of Flow So Always Finds Mo’ ’till Finally Turn’И Gold

If I’m being honest, I’m getting an interesting picture of you that my poet in me wants to paint, but 500 a comment would take to much. Let’s summarize.

I believe every pretentious intention felt comes from the artist in you attaching ego to an idea of art that was picked apart by professors, so you don’t realize not every tree is meant to look the bonsai style that you paid money to make sure you’re better than plebes.

You know art, and since you do, now you’re allowed to pull others apart if it doesn’t fit your vision, because that’s how they made you. And you’re for sure not taking out your subconscious frustration of being made to fit in a cage & behave like a good artist should if they want the grade or to get paid. So clearly, that’s the right way to approach a form of art you’ve been told is intentionally non-human: by the book.

Since even when there’s about 8 years of proof showing me developing my personal style, in addition to this alien concept. It’s easier to pretend I’m fake than admit to yourself that your designer eyes you paid good money for aren’t equipped to process what my homemade hands were able to design.

Nor do you realize how you’re looking through the filters you made so you wouldn’t get criticized by bad grades. You were told the correct way to look at art. So, if you can’t see anything with a pattern you learned to recognize, that means there’s objectively nothing more to try to find.

Clearly, I used AI; ’cause you can’t even begin to recognize a design. Then, rather than either diving down the rabbit hole to prove you’re right or just downvote it & move on, which is what a normal person does when they don’t like something & have nothing to prove. Your artist needed to prove its illusion of superiority by denying a new form that’s unfamiliar because it’s uncomfortable to read, and it makes you feel like you know nothing.

And your ego can’t admit to not understanding art when, from the start, that’s what you thought set your opinion apart, above. Or maybe you know if you ever attempted to present something like this, you’d get laughed out of class. Meaning now, your pay-per-view eyes you’re so proud of have become why you can’t see any meaning. ‘Cause you refuse to even consider: “maybe this is how it’d feel talking to someone not from here,” meaning the struggle was intended, and your complaints about Aesthetic not being poetic weren’t just wrong, would have actually ruined what Poetry wanted to be.

Proving the only one ever wrong was when telling me how I experienced my own poetry because you thought you decided what you experienced affected me in any way whatsoever. No matter what you complained about, it just proved you were more worried about being right, rather than understanding what you were trying to read. How the only objectively incorrect observations were those you were trying to project on someone else. How can you honestly tell me what I experience N’B’Tween the words on the page & the story they tell through my brain. Thats why I smiled. “Who am I to disagree?” I know what They mean to me. I let you find your own meaning – nothing. Which is fine, but you were unaware how your critique said everything about you, and not a thing about me. Poems are mirrors. What you see is all projected meanings onto dead words. You could never convince me I’m wrong. It just made me realize how insecure my words made you feel, and by trying to validate yourself by insulting me showed me how you approach things you don’t understand. That poems are mirrors that manifest the man in my mind rather than the light off my face. Proving with every little jab at what you perceived as flaws, was you completely missing what it meant to write & read words.

Almost like it was never meant for you to easily read & understand. Rather, let’s you experience what it’s like when faced with something alien to an Earthling experience. Then it’s up to you to decide if it’s worth your time to dive in & learn to understand him. Or just move on, now aware that Weird isn’t necessarily Wrong.

Since I never had someone telling me how my art ought to align. I figured out how to flow all alone, giving me the chance to develop my genuine reflection away from expectation. I never had someone to show me the ropes like common form. I never set out to write a sonnet or counted lines to make sure it had an iambic pentameter or whatever it’s called. So I was forced to struggle with my words until it felt right to me, no worry of how to impress others. I learned how to just feel satisfied I made something that i could find myself reflecting me N a genuine way no matter how i felt. No matter how many times I’d read it. Having been free to learn how to express myself away from critical eyes that pretend they’re declaration of I’m not writing poetry did anything other than reveal they don’t understand who defines Poetry. Their paved roads to publishing something appealing took over their Aesthetic. Becoming just another randomly generated poet with generic merit. But by Me following the Flow, letting it lead me to experience the beauty of poetry no matter what I read. Flow can make a grocery list feel like a poem when read with her. Its how you consider the words rather than how the words were formed. So, rather than thinking poetry is something that exists outside of me. I realized the foundation of every poem is me. I didn’t write the poem, but the words aren’t poetry until they reflect off my eyes, having experienced. Finally, understanding it doesn’t matter if Shakespeare’s the goat of classic storytelling. He doesn’t define what makes good Poetry. Just happwns to be a poetic Genius, that of course he’s gonna inspire others to want to be like him. But that doesn’t mean design doesn’t have to be pretty or fun to read to be Poetry. Because no matter how ugly Bukowski’s Aesthetic made the poems, I only found beauty when reading poetry. meant to capture the genuine essence of an ugly man just trying to express Life regardless of how they made him look to eyes uglier than him, but All numb from playing pretend to fit right in. Which is why their perfect form poems are forgotten, while Bukowski Transcends.

Rather, now understand something could be expressed exactly as intended, but still makes Nö §ense to you. Because it wasn’t written from a perspective you’ve experienced. So, you don’t have to take offense when I’m happy with something you’re unable to wrap your head around. I’m not calling you dumb for not understanding. why I’d ever cobsider this perfect when getting worked up & confused.

Because you getting frustrated by the öDD Aesthetic is exactly what makes it öDD. That what makes “no sense” to “me” makes “Nö §ense” when read by “Mii.” Then accept I’m not lying when I say it just doesn’t speak to you the same way no matter if looking at the same Squiggles & §ounds.

Because perspective changes everything. So “Whö Am I” to disagree with what you see. Though, Whö R Ü 2 turn around and deny the one who actually holds the keys to the words you’re reading just because you confused the concept I’m capturing. That not everything around me was made with me in mind. How art is dead.

It’s just WORDS WORDS WORDS with Nö Meaning§ & using Random Capitals ’cause clearly I’m AI & don’t read what my regurgitation ’cause I can’t check for meaning never put there. Then, recognizing the alien lyrics hidden beneath Weird Words that sound Δbsurd because that’s what they R. Finally beginning to C the §trings tie’И meaning from beyond where your normal mamals can see.

Like how characters on the silver screen can’t look at the actual audience, but the actors understand how if they say “hi” to the camera – anytime they’re found saying “Hi” it must mean someone put on a movie, so can still speak to those who he’ll never directly affect each other, but can Transcend the 4th wall when you become aware what it means to be moving.

How your Imaginary experiences outside your reality can still come bsck around 2 me. How tje way you imagine can not only have a real affect on you, but so can you affect the world you imagine B watching. That even if you can’t hear them respond, you can carry the conversation if you understand the person well enough to know whether or not they think I’m actially great. both the world around Me as well beyond my finite understanding of existence. No matter how big – finite means I can fit on an empty page or a staticy screen. As well realizing if I’m moving, even if from my Future self REMembering that any mocemmoment felt N the moment 4 some reason – someone must B observing.

Life moves to the groove of the record – so if I can hear my self singing, that means someone must be playing my song, so it’s their choice to turn me on – probably like it if my character sings along with kids who wished to watch my music videos on repeat. Someone had 2 decide 2 project me onto the screen, so I won’t know when laughing & acting mean – so worh it 2 look like a loser in front of bullies who will make fun of Me no matter who I am really, if it Means a kid who needs a reason to smile finds it in that immortalized moment of cringe that I only have to actually do with my body 1 time no matter if they keep hitting rewind.

that means someone had to have turned on the projector now producing colors & shapes ovet flat surfaces to look like I’m experiencing textured space while you’re watching basic cable go back & forth then saying my satellite dish can’t have more than 3 channels. ‘Cause your antenna hasn’t been tuned to receive alien programming, so no matter how many Times you change the channel, it would t make sense to give your remote more buttons when they will still do nothing to your TV until upgrading to your functionalities.

nothing the until we hear the words speak to us in our head. So that when I say I wouldn’t change a thing, your definition & expectation for poetry isn’t what turns words into a poem. That you can’t take the truth that no matter how you view my words. No matter what the intention the writer has. I decide to read the words as poetry when I see something more than just the surface in front of me.

My alien voice knows he’s misunderstood, so whatever. But I guess my human poet couldn’t let go so waved my writers dick around to prove I can, & how fools always jump to the AI catch-all that let’s them pretend there’s nothing that could fly over your head. Your reflexes are too fast. ‘Cause metaphors aren’t a concept Drax has encountered. Of course he’s gonna say something silly about intangibles his particular experience never even considered.

So now we both agree that 1 of us is dumb. Which artist made the wrong assumptions about the other. I believe I’ve proven I can write meaning even you can see. Maybe I’m not lying when I say there’s something more there. That I am indeed making pieces to a puzzle to conceptualize something not yet experienced by earth.

Though you refuse to listen, judging the whole picture as nonsense since jigsaws look öDD until you put them together and realize the intention when you find random squiggly edgea have purpose when it fits perfectly together with another.