Taste

I had a shocking little revelation. I've been able to put into words my own personal tastes in clothing ("fashion" is nasty, as hip as that sounds), art, music, literature, and basically everything worthwhile in life. I love it when someone's work builds upon itself. When a piece of work is iconic enough to express it's own views, and emotions, I start to think of it as a living thing. In the case of clothing, a particular shirt, for example can lend me an emotion that I think will benefit me one day and a pair of jeans the next. In poetry however, my tastes are a little more varied. I enjoy poems of the old english sort, unrequited love and all that. I've definitely had my fair share. However poetry like that of Jane Lecroy in, "I Dreamt you were Master," is so real it produces a cold feeling in my chest and I start to smell electricity burning. Basically from poetry I want a powerful emotion communicated thoroughly and quickly. Though NEVER efficiently! I want to be left with the impression that the poet's reality is inevitably too intense for words. I WANT my poet's to fail! Jane Lecroy is right on the fucking edge! Music is an odd subject for me. I understand my musical tastes the least, simply because they seem to shift uncontrollably. One minute I crave Heavy metal and the next I NEED synthesizers. I enjoy classical music, mostly because it's so classical that i can't really relate (being all urban and whatnot) I just go along for the 100 yr old ride. This lends a little whimsy to all the classics for me. However, on the subject of music, I can honestly say that electric blues is my favorite. Samuel L. Jackson in Black Snake Moan was just awesome. Regarding books my criteria are simple. There must be an interesting plot. Dialogue is extremely important to me. I find that everyday conversation is severely lacking in any form of vocabular creativity and I expect a sufficient substitute in my books :D that's most of it. I'm tired