it was a house
not un-like
the others
decaying
dying
without a word
of remembrance
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Images For Android Phones: The House On The Corner
I have read and re-read this beautiful and haunting poem by one of my favorite poets. Ina.
Sometimes a day won’t really come at all,
you saw the new light but it sticks in the curtain.
To get something done, you are numb and unable.
No weather this day, grey lingers till dusk,
no hour is set for food on the table.
What happens to days that won’t come to life,
that make us believe that nothing is certain
that stay far away from the calendar pages
and will not be mentioned in history books,
not remembered or mentioned for ever, for ages?
It is in those days that poetry lives
in seclusion, unnoticed by all that makes sense
it sits in easy chairs, waiting for the right word,
or better thoughts, taking its time as daylight won’t come
and hours pass without a sound is heard.
As on those days of oblivion, lines are arranged
to sentences escaped from thoughts, intense
and from the blood, the…
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how strange a question
Images For Android Phones: New Landscapes – Who Are We
how strange a question
the film provides
a search for who we are
beyond the stars
– prometheus
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drinking … a coke
Images For Android Phones: The Point In Pop-Art
drinking … a coke
stencil … spray paint
and colored pencil in hand
visiting NYC
seeing marilyn
and talking with jean michel
– basquiat
and wondering
where in the world
andy
warhol
has gone … without me
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Images For Android Phones: New Landscapes – 06.07.12
it’s raining outside
– like colors
and things
with shapes
i haven’t seen
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Today 02
Another photograph from today’s visit to the animal park Hollywild. It’s feeding time.
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Today
A visit to the wild-life park Hollywild in South Carolina. A showcase of beautiful animals.
A Post Written With Random Thoughts
Sometimes a post is worth less than a thousand words….
A random image for random thoughts
It is a struggle sometimes to keep up with the pace of life. Better to find a moment of peace. I often think about things too much. For too long. Finding only temporary distraction when I am far too busy. Doing almost nothing of any true importance. Like discovering an insignificant place in time. Is it me, I seek to know? Or a vision of something that holds me captive? It is, perhaps (on a good day) all about waking to the dream that belongs to someone else. Feeling something. Something amiss in my own interpretation. Somewhere in the lost-not-found.
And then…
Feeling a strong sense of delight. In awe. The things inescapable. Like the beauty of a rising sun, an intrepid step, or a moon-filled night.
Then there is of course the consequence of not following the plan. Any plan. Failing to listen to destiny. My destiny.
And now…
It feels like I’ve just begun to say something….
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The City Series: First Published Book
I just received the first copy of my self-published book: n e w d i g i t a l s c a p e s – art for posts: the city series. It is a 20 page volume of art, prose and poetry. The print quality is very good. And I am pleased with the final product.
The Waking Dream That Brings Such Beautiful Light
Sometimes it only takes a moment to feel a dream has something to say….
The waking dream in the morning light
a soft moment …
of transition
– sleeping in slumber
– waking in peace
an ethereal awareness
here
now
– in the present moment
centered
in an intuitive way
n e w d i g i t a l s c a p e s 