Inkquani
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Entry mood: A bit anxious
Song/music: A Tribe called… Verses from abstract
Place I am writing: In the art gallery’s writer’s circle.
Thinking of: Too much to name
Dear Diary: last week I was solicited by The October Gallery of Philadelphia (organization that helps to promote art) to produce a project of poetry or whatever I wished that conveyed a message of love, poetry and expressions. Although I wanted to write an admirable book for The October Gallery for the organization/movement seems to promote the ambiguity, democracy and bullshit of contemporary art, I had to decline for now, at least. Over the last few years, well ten to be exact, I have composed dozens of books of poetry, novelty, fiction, and so forth, however, I never wrote a book solely dedicated to my love of GOD or my respect for the love and the supernatural of poetry, which is the reason why I was inspired to create and produce the Inkquani project. I have written over twelve books of poetry, dedicating and writing the poetry for the love of my mother (Inspired By my mamma, 1994) and my favorite thus far (Khocolate happi Vibe, 2002) and theoretical poetry such as the double book (Iron Puppets, 1998). I truly love and respect the art of poetry, for it is a deep metaphoric mind and soul-cleansing affair. I have written a great deal of poetry solely for my love of poetry, but I never composed an entire work solely for the struggles endured by artist, writers, and poets. I wanted to write a book solely dedicated to the love and movement of poetry, for its needed. Due to the heavy volume of projects slated for the next few years, other than the projects such as the writing a play, Slum Beautiful: Mimicry.... , compiling a book of black and white photos: the Yoche Project, I may send the gallery the concept behind INK, but they wanted an entire project, OH WELL.
This week has been a tough week thus far; I’ve been through an abundance of tribulations. One of my best friends, Mark, witnessed his wife of two years was cheating on him with his brother. (He walked up on the mothers) The situation affected Mark, but I always warned him that his wife wanted more and was looking at the world with new eyes. He never believed me, he always would say, “You think you know every fucking thing,” but when he walked in his home and found his brother’s penis in his wife’s mouth, he thanked me, well after I bailed him out of jail for simple and aggravated assault along with a gang of other misdemeanors. The message was always simple. Be weary of your third eye (mind, heart and soul) for it sees far more than the two blears we call eyes. I knew his wife was looking for a new heat for his love was cold at times. He would curse at his wife for the smallest shit and expect her to live that shit like it was 1956 again. But marriage is for better for worse. I could not understand it, but she was to suppose work with her husband before she cheats and perform oral his brother, but that’s the life we have all play part in.
Nonetheless, I am feeling pretty damn good today personally. I have finally learned how to just write from the heart and not to be too influenced by the BS around me called new art, etc. Koi called me today at Formats Book Details Inkquani, the first constituent of a three-part trilogy explores the heart, mind, soul, and conscience of Yanni Handcock, the artist, that continual battles with his love for women verses the love he has for his art and penmanship. Inkquani is a written two-year documentary that includes his poetry, letters, diary entries, and epilogues of his battles with the two. Inkquani is filled with gut-bucking narratives that give the reader an articulate insight while traveling beyond the realm of his pains and pleasures, while his honesty, hormones testimony and artistic merit the impacted driving force. In his battles to conquer his addiction of women and sex verses his addiction to art, Yanni finds that he does not fight these battles alone. As he engages in affairs and courtships with prostitutes, married woman, and close friends, Yanni realizes that he does not fight these battles alone. More than a book of poetry- Inkquani is a two-year documented voyage that explores the soul and conscience of Yanni that leads him to new battles between his conscience and desire, but who is the victor? Inkquani leaves the reader yearning for more and sexual desires in the messy chaos of wanting to be relieved from the boundaries of want. -----Kenny Attaway At an early age Yanni began crafting poetry and short stories. Yanni spent a great deal of time alone writing poetry and stories to help him make sense of the world, but as he grew into a man he developed a love and desire for the opposite sex that somehow gave him a bleary eye in his focus to change the world. Yanni later enrolled in a university, but dropped out after finding himself no longer interested in studying and preparing for test, but a vested interest in women, alcoholism and jazz music. After dropping out of school Yanni began to write short articles, poetry, and stories for various publications. In 2002 Yanni wrote his first novel, but discarded the material before it was published. A sporadic and extreme artist called by his friends; Yanni delivers his first published book of work Inkquani. He currently resides in San Francisco Ca.
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