Inexpressible: a personal blog + journal of the thought life and writing life of a guy from Chicago.
It’s not really anything above and beyond this, I write, sporadically for no reason but my love to do exactly this. I started out in life es an artiste, but art isn’t a career option just a vice of mine. For the world, design was art corrupted by the religion of science, but for me art was design from the human soul, and the imperfections of our own existence rendered naked in color and shape, which was the summation not of perfection but the emotional and the mental scapes of our very lives.
Writing was far more forgiving and forgivable, more loving of an art form to me, and yet not so much. I had times where, like praying I found it an elusive, soul biting exercise in futility. It was writing poetry out of my alphabet soup, or reciting something deeply personable I’d wrote in front of a classroom filled with hostile forces. It wasn’t a noble pursuit, it was a religious exercise of the human soul toward self expressionism of the things mere mortal minds cannot rightly comprehend and interpret with any degree of truth or reality. Indeed, for me writing was as natural as speaking, thinking, feeling, and like art there was no excuse. All could write and do art if they do so choose to. In this regard I am neither unique nor not unique, for I do and I do it well and beautifully, despite what naysayers, haters, and critics deign to say out of the threads of negativity from which they weave their own ill begotten words of belittlement in order to prostrate themselves as the superior creature. Yet a true gentleman ought to ask the very astute question as to what manner of life and edification the ones in the camp of negativity are spewing these days and why exactly, if only to sound more dastardly cunning than they truly are, or aren’t I should say.
This here personal blog and journal is a bit easier to explain now, it’s simply my life on paper, in this here Wordpress site and an open invitation to read the choice bits it contains. I was very much enamored with my brothers and sisters of the inkwell who are also quite bold and brave in their own writings and the love of the craft, the purity of it, the power it shapes in our lives, the necessity and the dignity it imparts on us as well as others who permit themselves to partake in its wide array of good things.
You can call me spike, my username is uniqfox. Its origin is that of a unique rose and ‘the fox’ from Le’Petite Prince, one of my favorite (and many) novels from childhood that still resonates with many to this very day.
I’m half asian/white, born in Chitown and hoping someday to move to somewhere warm and beautiful, full of people who don’t hate each other, and maybe someday write a Pulitzer Prize e-book or create a painting somebody might want to actually buy. For now I struggle on as a freelance art director who does more coding than design, UI/UX, and other stupid human tricks. I try to write poetry on the train but wind up meditating instead. I still practice martial arts and I’m also a world traveler, a bit of a super spy and International CK male model as well as a literary nerd whose into technology lol.
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