HOW DO YOU ADVERTISE YOUR BLOG?

People help me help me please. You see i suck at "advertising" my blog. So here i am a naive blogger just six posts old, who seeks the ultimo formula for advertising his blog so other my suffer as well (yes, I'm playing the part of a sadist here). But seriously i want people to at least see my blog and am lost as how to spread my blog viewership. C-riously; and, yes, i just wrote seriously as C-riously.
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P.S.
I shall soon also be putting some of my mentally challenged art works on the blog.

Laugh And Party

The guests have come jangling in,
Many more than we had called.
Oh, what a waste of a perfect night
'Cause now they just laugh and talk.

Yes, they talk like they'd never stop,
They talk of this and they talk of that,
Craft cracked jokes in this drunken soiree
And they laugh and party without us.

And the only thing left for us is
To see them talk in low conferences.
When we'd planned a dance or two;
Or to do something new.
But here we are, while they laugh and party.

Of Art and Nature...

Art was found not by man, but by nature. Nature found the space in which it could and would create art. In nature the dot-the most fundamental element of art, came to be. Then when two such dots were joined a line was form; joining more dots created a curve. These lines and curves combined to form shapes and forms which we recognize easily. Then she colored these empty closed forms to give us diverse visual experiences. Further on, the sun gave its light to nature to provide 'chiaroscuro' (man uses this fancy Latin term to describe light and shade) which gave art the ability to manifest three dimensional space on paper and canvas, on wood, etc.

Along with these nature provided man with the implements to create art too. Thus he had paper (even rocks) to draw on; pigments to paint with; fur for brushes; clay for real space rendition of 3d objects like idols and pottery and stone to create statues.

Man learnt art by copying from life, in turn from nature. When he had mastered this aspect, he was free to continue and find his own artistic space. We may conclude here that if nature was not there before man, art would not exist as what is art, but a depiction of the closeness that man unconsciously feels towards nature.

It would be good to end this post with an advice; love nature, let nature survive. Because we are nothing without nature and art.

A Demonstration

Silver pistol shot three times to fell the flower;
One man is killed while another devours
the ending breaths of a planet that is dying,
which was born in the wild; now it is crying.
So the placards are raised high in the air
somewhere where the cameras will stare.
There is shouting to aid the call for action.
Fighting erupts between two factions;
and then fists come up and pound meat.
A riot is made by the stampede of feet.
All because of a jingo-jangle speech,
asking the people to impeach
the man in charge- "the boss I am, mate";
and such a call when, it is too late.
Where were the people when the game was played;
then were so easily charmed and their votes were swayed
towards oblivion.
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P.S.
The poem does not intend to pinpoint any figure of authority. Rather it is aimed at the general people as a mock poem warning them so that they realize its better to watch and then leap.

Blood On The Screen

Dark room with a single bed,
upturned furniture and a cracked mirror.
Wild storm rages outside the
closed windows hid by old curtains.
Broken and pill bottles and half eaten popcorn.
Scattered magazines and scattered clothing.
Hard matting on the floor,
left soaking wet since late night.
A ladies' handbag and a men' s case.
A rosy smell and musky stench,
smoked cigarettes on the glass table top.
Wine bottle and black grapes,
a run down fan turning slow;
an unlit lamp besides a framed photo;
handgun under a white pillow.
The news channel plays on
the TV screen,
while blood stains the screen;
the body lies besides it.
Eagle spread, hole in the head
dried blood on the face,
trickling down to the ground.
The eyes stare blank at the screen
while blood stains the screen.

The human mind is so much and more. It's a creation which instills awe in me. It is what sets man apart from beast. We perform our actions through the sanction of our brain (or mind), we live then not just on the availability of food or water or resources but also through what we may call 'think food' processed by the brain. Here I refer to our ability to question our lives through the process of thinking. We as a species are able to survive an assimilation of hard ideas and thoughts through complex brain functions. Even when we grant that different indiviuals' thought assimilation work at differing capacities, we as a whole species survive through transfer of thought; be it through the oral tradition of communication or through print or the visual media. There in lies the beauty of our mind. It is an inherent paradox. On one one hand we cannot be called sane or even living when we don't communicate to others our thoughts; on the other, our truest thoughts are laid in isolation which we might not want to reveal to the other.

This blog will feature some of my works which are closest to me, in effect to my thought processes and convictions.

-Sandipon