m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


The Maximalist

The Maximalist

this is a robbery this is an art heist

animals animals do what you do

on the playa the cat will mew 

and the dog will have its day

pendulums swing in extremes

from the sterile they walk away

they turned their back on the room

and smiled at abundance

ripping the rug out of the middle

they delved into chaotic customizing

framed a collage on top of basic beige

they scrapped the edit off the page 

explored through a spectacular lens

took a trip of exuberance curating the world

burned the men in loafers and ballet flats

pattern upon pattern to revel in the zeal 

cry flames of sheer majesty in stilettos

acoustic velvets linger in hypnotic trance

layered on the bottom of digital eye pop dazzle

vibing loud ironic nostalgic and sprinkled

craving hyperpop story with a touch of gory

actively manifesting future trends 

gathering up two ways of life into one

take a chair a petal puffy accent

vibrantly choosing contrast over clutter 

pop deco psychedelic the ostentatious

bright bold loud activist chose color

light up oxfords overloaded with information

maximalists take involvement to the limit

rave in the joy of the two poles of reference

in the rooms of false division secreted away

in the dash and dots between the lines 

in the heart of Whitman and Dickinson narratives

dancing queens and guitar super anti heros

time to unravel again the mundane minimalist 

whimsical maximalist electric jolt of both 

more is less less is more division of times

to generate happiness beyond zero


Arrière-pensée

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