Artisan Uprising
Is it just me or did some multidimensional boundary collapse and release a reservoir of human hate and generative slop? I donât care what you believe politically, these are not political mattersâprivate equity and techno-billionaires devouring the truth from its poor, soft underbelly in an orgy of unmoderated, officially-sanctioned ruin is as bad as it looks.
A bit much for a B2B content newsletter? Ya. Well itâs a bit much to be right now. Reading, watching, thinking. I am genuinely curious who wants this.
Yet work goes on, doesnât it?
We canât all seize the means like Farmer Duck. And as writers, we can't keep these awful ideas out. We are our own source material. So what can we do? I'm finding solace that I'm not alone. I've noticed a rebellion forming on LinkedIn of the idiosyncratic and artfulâthe poets have arrived. They are whispering about a new world order for work.
They're saying, you can't sit silent, the world needs your artâyes, at work.
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Mag takes the uncommon perspective that she actually loves her LinkedIn algorithm. I do too. Her saying this helped inspire this issue. Train yours to follow the poets.
At a breakfast meetup last October, Mag told me that her word of the year (she always chooses a word) was âSoftness,â and to invite that in. Then November happened and she decided itâd have to be something more akin to humorâin the Shakespearean, tricksterian sense of cleverly deflating the pompous. I could not be more on board. I look to her for counterintuition, style, and metaphors.
She turned me on to Metalabel, a platform to help artists self-publish.
I find Alonaâs choice of words and imagery hypnotic; what a new friend of mine recently called âa strange attractor factor.â Unnormal. Not always pleasant. But it leaves me transfixed. Utter uniqueness. Candor. Eyes.