Holden: Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about... your mother.
Leon: My mother?
Leon: Let me tell you about my mother.
[Leon shoots Holden with a gun he had pulled out under the table]
Leon: Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch!
I've been wondering about Twitter and Twitpic as artistic media (mediums? whatever). As a poet I see potential in the short form of being limited to 140 characters, as a really amateur cell-phone photographer I'm interested in exploring "visual poetry" as well, if you'll allow me the flight of fancy.
I've got plenty of anger (like Leon) although that's not what I plan for this to be "about". I'm struggling with depression and alcoholism/addiction, although that's not what I plan for this to be "about" either. The hash tag is short for Only The Good Things - but I doubt I will limit myself to that purely either. Single words, yeah, I'm aiming in that general direction, but... well, you can guess where this is going.
I'm going to share this ...thing because that is what humans do with art, be it story, music, painting, body decoration, or whatever - that impulse to share it is pretty integral, I believe, as well as being pretty frightening. Like it or not, I'm human, so I better start practicing.