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Artist ExploitationArtist Exploitation - The New Game Plan:
My dearest readers,
I have recently learned of a rather disturbing business plan being utilised by business people of an unscrupulous variety.
In essence their plan is simple: They gather art from many applicants and then they publish it as a magazine and sell it COMMERCIALLY!
Now then, why is this a problem? They tend to claim you get the benefits of advertisement and artists will be invited to read their works etc.
Well here's how the scam unfolds:
1. They get the artwork you created and an implied permission of use from you due to the voluntary submission
2. There is no formal written contract, so they can do as they please and you have no legal right to claim redress as you voluntarily submitted your work in.
3. Their potential benefits are a total sham and in essence they are asking you to work for free. Want a dissection? I'll explain:
- The item getting advertised is NOT your work. Your work is a part of the item. What is gettin
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
How many days do you spend now, putting me down?
The coffin call for a dead man waiting around
"He's just an underground laughing stock, never to rise"
But on the seventh day I'm coming back; these are my ties!
The kind of promise that you made with the devil inside
You try to take away my soul, but I take it in stride
I ain't a doll that is crushed by the weight of his pride
I am the real and the raw of the things you denied!
You're playing snake games, selling oil, pass it off strong
You're just a pot head, weed dead, smoking your bong.
You try to look away, play and hide; apathy's best
But I'm the kind of bad boy you don't put to the test!
-Chen Yuan Wen, 7th February 2013
Murderous MelodyMelody, won't you show yourself unto me?
Take me unto yourself and remedy my envy?
May I implore you to conduct and to orchestrate
My lust to kill, all of my dislike and my hate?
Teach me to use my music to cease a life
Symphonies to end the stress and the strife
Discords to break and measures of silence
Cacophonies to kill without need of violence.
Let them behold my hands conducting the nightmare
Using harmonics to threaten their welfare
I break the waves with a rising crescendo
Only to crouch again into diminuendo.
My accolade, it synthesizes with ceasing existence
Alto and tenor, both louder than their repentance
A caesura not corrected to re-write their death
My music forgets that they ever drew breath.
They sung A Capella as my symphonies strolled with you
A scream and an echo that every listener would rue.
The dynamics of your music gave life unto mine
And when I set my signature you helped keep time.
From the twilight I compose a sparkling sonata
And you accompany it with a bri
I Will Love YouI remember that you and I loved each other once,
But oh, that fateful day… I've cried forever since.
You wounded me with a stab mortally deep,
And yet, I will love you, even in eternal sleep.
The gaping wound you left has failed to heal;
It plagues me with a pain I'll never cease to feel.
But I remember the green days of warmth and sun,
And am reminded that my love will ne'er be done.
Even in the deepest, darkest shadows of the night,
I will remember you as a white shining knight.
With that memory of you, my hope will restore,
And a bright faith will renew my love forevermore.
But even though you're my white knight no more,
And have turned black by opening that fatal door,
Even when your clothes have been soaked in blood,
I can see your true face, now buried 'neath evil's flood.
So when the last crimson tears have been cried
And the many innocent souls you "freed" have sighed;
When 666 shades of red are all that color the dawn,
Even then will my undying love live on and on and on.
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