Shelfari, Goodreads, LibraryThing, Booklikes, Scribd.
Kindle, Nook, Kobo…
The world is changing towards a more technology oriented perspective on arts. This is not something new. It’s becoming a fact.
People spend more time using technology, more time on the web, more time using social media, so it makes sense that they’d spend more and more time reading in a similar manner. Continue reading
irevuo is about art. And art is about learning new things. That’s why I decided to introduce a new category of posts today. Tutorials. The how-to of making the stuff that we like to call art.
The first tutorial? Something I quite enjoy creating. Paperbacks. All about publishing and creating them.
Let’s analyze the paperback edition of my debut novel, Jazz. Continue reading
Piracy has been around ever since the invention of the Internet, and yet many people opt to encourage it, especially when it comes to the written word. Continue reading
At one point or another every creative person must feel that everything has been done before. Everything worth writing, worth painting, worth saying. That the essential is there, for everyone to understand, that we can’t possibly capture the essence of life without being copies of someone else.
This is an universal urge, in a way. We feel that we need to step outside certain boundaries, that we have to forget about the rules in order to innovate. We want to be original, to create something new. We want to create a big enough change in the world that’s going to last forever. Continue reading
Before starting this post, I gathered my little minions and they all knew what they had to do in order to help me write : my coffee was hot, my cigarettes were more than plenty, and my jazz track-list was two hours long. I don’t need two hours to write a post, but I do like to stare at the screen every ten minutes, to enjoy the blank inside my head. I didn’t make this introduction for nothing and the reason for doing it is because I want to open the Pandora box, also known as Inspiration. Continue reading
Art. A simple word, covering all the beautiful aspects in life. Three letters, used to sum up hours of crying, unrecognized feelings and emotions, loneliness or substance abuse. If you are not falling apart, you can’t have the word. Art is not meant to describe your happiness, but to make others happy. One’s misery can easily turn into someone’s rock, if you know how to polish it. Continue reading
They say true North attracts
Madmen, suicides, and dreamers,
Whose dreams make too much noise
In the next room.
But, all their instruments point
To something they call magnetic
Where physicists turn to astrology,
Psychiatrists alchemy and
Mathematicians the divination
Of bones for inspiration
–As though the past
Were a continual horizon
And tables and charts alone
Report the day as it is. Continue reading