Wednesday, January 28, 2015

imagine dragons
















dragons are real
i know
they inhabit
my mind and as we all know
perception is all

there is no difference
between
waking and dreaming
pinch me doesn’t work

ants crawling

tiny feet scratching
hair follicles

cardboard box
edges held tight
in fists
as the wind whips
past ears
falling
flipping
flying

so free

and boom

the ground like granite
keeps it real





















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Week 4 - animal


Thursday, January 22, 2015

Mermaid


Throw Back Thursday - body

This mermaid, done in April 1995, 
ink and wet wash watercolor on tracing paper, 
was in honor of my daughter who loves water.

first posted
March 14, 2006

Monday, January 19, 2015

Dem Bones on Music Monday for the 52 Weeks prompt The Body

Here a a couple of videos featuring the song Dem Bones: (there's a wikipedia page for everything.)

Phish - 12/31/14 - Dem Bones - Suck Blow Gag - Auld Lang Syne

Happy New Year

Shake Dem Halloween Bones | Halloween songs for Children

...because I like Halloween

Delta Rhythm Boys - Dem Bones Dem Bones Dem Dry Bones

...and an oldie and a spiritual for good measure to start your week off in the proper frame of mind.

Try not to fall asleep.


I am on Week 3 - body

Sunday, January 18, 2015

52 Weeks of Themes - Week 3 - Body


52 words to focus on for the next year, 
in the form of photographs, poetry, doodles, 
drawings, crafts, essays, journal entries, short stories.


I will be starting with week 3. This week's word is "body."

idioms

body of evidence
body of work
body blow
keep body and soul together
over my dead body


13 words

anybody 
can be a 
nobody 
or
somebody
depending on the ideal
one 
embodies

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Don't Do It




















So You Want To Be A Writer

if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,

don't do it.

unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,

don't do it.

if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,

don't do it.

if you're doing it for money or
fame,

don't do it.

if you're doing it because you want
women in your bed,

don't do it.

if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,

don't do it.

if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,

don't do it.

if you're trying to write like somebody
else,

forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you're not ready.

don't be like so many writers,
don't be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don't be dull and boring and
pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
love.

the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.

don't add to that.

don't do it.

unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,

unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,

don't do it.

unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,

don't do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

Charles Bukowski