First, thanks to The Poesy Chick for this awesome post! Second, I truly believe that Ms. Atwood's amazing prose overshadows what may be some of the finest poetry ever written. Read this and then pick up some of her other verse. You won't be disappointed! Enjoy! Jamy :o)
From my fellow Bloginista Bukowski on Wry, a fantastic piece by one of my idols. It's about how artists should use their gifts to enlighten those artless lost souls (for I believe that we are all lost without art) who feel that Art has no place in the world and would be fine without it. … Continue reading Christmas poem to a man in jail by Charles Bukowski
From Andrew over at The Dish, a stunningly beautiful take on recycling (although, recycling is a rather mundane word for such gorgeous artwork). Enjoy! 😀 Jamy
Lori Zimmer captions the work of Nick Gentry:
With the age of technology advancing faster than we can possibly keep up with, we are left with obsolete media. Film cameras have been replaced with digital capture and USB drives render floppy disks useless. As an artist, Gentry finds beauty in these forgotten remnants, like the rolls of exposed 35 mm film he finds in abundance in thrift stores and secondhand sales, or receives from donors.
His effort to give new life to the media that are now obsolete has created inspiration for a beautiful body of work, which is given greater depth than if simply painted on canvas. Gentry paints many of his portraits with a direct gaze, which almost summons to viewer to look deeper into the work.
Hello Bloginistas! Two days ago was the final day of the wonderful month that is National Poetry Month. On the second day of this auspicious month, I laid the groundwork for a "30 Posts in 30 Days" post commitment. WELL, since this is my 11th and final post, I obviously didn't QUITE make it (in … Continue reading The End of National Poetry Month…Progress, and the lack thereof – National Poetry Month Post #11
Two Words: AWE SOME!
“Excuse me, ma’am,” said the nice looking man wearing a yellow construction jacket at my door step. “We’re just going house to house to let everyone know that the city will be doing work on your block for the next few month so you might see blockades and construction. We’re having to work on the underground fire-lines in this neighborhood.”
“I…wait…what?” I asked, (extremely articulately).
“Apparently the fire lines in your neighborhood are extremely low in pressure and so we’re going to have to dig up the pipes to fix that. I know it’s a hassle, but it’s a safety precaution,” he explained.
I stared at him. “I appreciate the concern, but why in the world would we want bigger pipes filled with fire under our houses? That seems the opposite of safe.“
He paused for a second. “Oh. No. Fire lines are just the…
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