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December 2010
3 posts
1 tag
October 2010
1 post
1 tag
WatchLook at this, look at this! Amazing, sub 2000$ budget and shot on a DSLR! Pays homage to Americana Exotica in all the right ways.
August 2010
1 post
Cookies
This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.
I want you to picture the scene. It’s very...
May 2010
2 posts
Portfolio Review →
My photography needs your vote! Rate my portfolio near the bottom of the page. Your consideration is much appreciated. :3
April 2010
1 post
March 2010
2 posts
I knew something was wrong
I knew something was wrong the day I tried to pick up a small piece of sunlight and it slithered through my fingers, not wanting to take shape. Everything else stayed the same— the chairs and the carpet and all the corners where the waiting continued.
~Dorothea Grossman (via)
February 2010
4 posts
1 tag
XVII (I do not love you...)
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without...
間
“Thirty spokes meet in the hub,
but the empty space between them
is the essence of the wheel.
Pots are formed from clay,
but the empty space between it
is the essence of the pot.
Walls with windows and doors form the house,
but the empty space within it
is the essence of the house.”
~ Lao Tse (on the concept of Ma) - Alan Fletcher’s...
January 2010
2 posts
Quiet Girl
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
~ Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
November 2009
6 posts
Haiku #0020
Human eyes are so
obsessed with clarity. What
if truth is a blur?
~Mark Mitchel (Via)
Hello and sorry.
We havn’t spoken lately have we?
I’ve been too busy being selfish
digging around in my own sodden mine,
not thinking about you and things
you are also looking for.
It’s very difficult you see.
Sometimes, I just have to go
into myself, burrowing through
the lumps and bumps - digging
beneath my own world.
You know what?
The very next words
will be just for
you.
~...
Utilitarian Love Poem
You are aesthetically pleasing,
the reason for which I first noticed in you.
And later I found your personality equally pleasing.
I also noted your chest to waist ratio is suitable for birthing.
Therefore, I think you should live in my house.
~ Alishah Novin (Via)
Résumé
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
~ Dorothy Parker (Via)
October 2009
5 posts
Great Artists
Don’t get me wrong,
Mozart was a master.
But there’s nothing like the symphony of
bricks through glass windows.
I love Van Gogh.
but baseball bats and crowbars make
great paintbrushes too.
A great artist is
one
with deep scars
and fresh blood on his hands.
~Isaac James Baker Via
The Dependable Blackness of Ink
There comes a moment when
life’s treasures tumble
like kaleidoscope shards
and the moving warmth of human flesh
gives way to the stillness of words
pinned in the middle of a book -
that moment when you reach out to feel
not the flow of hair or the rhythm of fingers
but the steady presence of a printed page,
and the color of your loved one’s eyes
becomes subsumed by
the...
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your...
September 2009
5 posts
Androgyny
and yes, i have breasts but girl remains a language that i have yet to learn to speak my tongue fumbles on their curves and trips over the precipice into something like longing
bewildered and clumsy i am stung with captivation my stuttering thoughts with their big green eyes
how does she get her hair like that? how does she make her eyeliner look just that way? how does she know?!
because it...
August 2009
2 posts
There was an old man
From Peru, whose lim’ricks all
Look’d like haiku. He
Said with a laugh “I
Cut them in half, the pay is
Much better for two.”
~Anon
July 2009
11 posts
WatchSome animation loses artistic appeal to economy of motion, resources, time, etc. I think Voltage does a good job hanging on to everything. Special cudos for special attention paid to utilizing the depth of field during.
Hold On...
Hold on to what is good,
even if it’s a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe,
even if it’s a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
even if it’s a long way from here.
Hold on to your life,
even if it’s easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
even if I’ve gone away from you.
~A Pueblo Indian Prayer
“The only way to eat an elephant is one bite at a time.”
– Anonymous
Dammit I'm Mad
Dammit I’m mad. Evil is a deed as I live. God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss. Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell. I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”. Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp, In my halo of a mired rum tin. I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin. Is evil in a...
“I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of...”
– Thomas Jefferson
