I’ve made a new website.
Dig down into it here – thomassharp.earth
It holds only my poetic and artistic work.
It doesn’t have my commercial brand projects.
(Those are elsewhere.)
Is your life a continual tension between opposing things?
Mine is.
Five years ago I set out to live by the pen.
I decided to hold my commercial and artistic work together online.
But it’s time for growth.
Growth begins with cellular division.
Why dot earth you ask?
The language of domain names are important.
A succulent suffix can say so much.
There are four reasons.
(I can overthink anything. It’s a superpower.)
dot earth reason one – well, I much prefer soil to concrete.
Forest floors to city pavements.
(If you do too, you might like this.)
Reason two – I’m horribly ambitious.
I’d like to be a globally read poet.
I’d like my artistic work to be known across the planet.
So thomassharp.earth is a spell.
Reason three – such ambition disgusts me.
What an ugly spirit it is.
My better part is actively striving for the dissolution of my ego.
Thomassharp.earth is a momento mori.
As Tom Waits sings – we're all gonna be just dirt in the ground.
And so reason four, which is really the first three reasons combined.
Reason four – dot earth reminds me of Sagan’s Pale Blue Dot photograph.
Turning Voyager I back towards Earth in 1990, six billion km away.
Taking a photo that reminds us simultaneously of our beauty and our fragility.
Our preciousness and our nothingness.
Thomassharp.earth
I’m a dot on a planet itself a dot in a vast black vastness.
And this almost-not-existing is exhilarating.
Insignificance, what a rush.
Eros and Thanatos.
If you look through my corpus of work you’ll see I swing between two poles.
Between ecstatic states and the dark pleasures of the abyss.
Eros and Thanatos.
You swing – I suspect – like this too.
Don’t we all long for elegant disintegration?
No matter our profession or wealth or seniority or personal polish.
Longing for the borders of our barely-held-together self to evaporate gently.
Longing for neurons in adrenalised addlement or grave-smooth oblivion.
I see the journey we all take in my four guiding planets.
Language. Consciousness. Magick. Romance.
(Click the links. I’ve begun curating some writing accordingly.)
After five years my poetic and artistic work is growing in scope and ambition.
Deeper adventures, stranger subjects.
Witchier, more euphoric, more extreme.
Poetic practice as gnosis.
So I need a bigger place to hold it all – news, creations, relics for sale.
A new earth.
A fertile burial.
All comments welcome.
Nice one!
You are so hard working and meticulous 👏👏👏 Hats off to Your Diligence 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻All your Ambitions will be victorious soon💐🙏🏻🙏🏻🎶You have Goddess Saraswati's blessings 🙏🏻🙏🏻