I was Thinking, or Not

So, I noticed that my readership has plummeted in the past few days, and well I haven't written anything in the past few days, so I guess that makes sense.  I don't always have something to say about everything, or at least anything good to say.  I often could be very critical about things, but I am trying not to slip back into that cynical self that existed once before. What am I saying, have you read the blog lately, really, because if you had you would realize that I am just as cynical as I always have been, only less vocal about it.  Or in the case of the web log, less prolific about it. On other things, I still have not yet figured out the Google+ pages, or communities, much less a way to use the hangouts to have a live poetry reading.  What I wanted to create was a place on the web where people could come, hang out, drink coffee (coffee would be a requirement, or should be) and talk about literature, poetry (sometimes barely considered worthy of ...

I have often seen art presented on the web, and not being one that is a stranger to art, I appreciate it well. However on occasion I come across a site that demonstrates my preference for artist more so than some others. I am not speaking of the actual work here on display, as I regard the nude to be of such a subject that for the most part most people could not appreciate it, except that it has erotic or sexual contamination. I appreciate this site for the understanding of the artist themselves of their own part in that field of creation. And for that I post here my recommendation that sometime in your life you take a look at this site Univers d"Artistes (http://universdartistes.blogspot.com/). I can not give more than this, even if you were to ignore the photography, the content would be worth the look, but please check it out, because without art we are but empty flesh, and that does not matter the subject, as I have discovered that the subject is subjective. I really wi...