Ships of despair sail my waters
in their wake waves crash against me
but like a bridge I rise
slowly and steadily
balanced with weights and counterweights
upright I remain
while at their pace
the ships pass beneath me
and when they have progressed
I peacefully descend
until I see another approaching
illuminated against the sky
It’s then I will rise again
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt:
Maybe words can live
with no tongue
to call home.
maybe words can crawl
from skull to lips
maybe words have hearts.
and maybe words
are our masters
and we are
just their slaves.
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Zdzisław Beksiński was born in Sanok, southern Poland. He studied architecture in Kraków. In 1955, he completed his studies and return to Sanok, working as a construction site supervisor, but he hated that kind of work. During this period, he also had an interest in montage photography, sculpting and painting. His site materials plaster, metal and wire engaged in carving creation. His photographic works, then the light in particular to emphasize wrinkles, desolate landscape and still-life face a rough surface, these themes also appear in his later paintings. He now has been the creation of an atmosphere with a plaintive and anxiety, such as torn doll faces, faces are erased or obscured by bandages wrapped around the portrait. He focused on painting, creating abstract engaged him early, although he works in the 1960s, it seems obviously been inspired by Surrealism.
A decade after his brutal murder, Zdzisław Beksiński’ paintings hold…
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“Steve Austin, astronaut. A man barely alive. Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world’s first bionic man. Steve Austin will be that man. Better than he was before. Better, stronger, faster.”
-Opening narration to The Six Million Dollar Man
I grew up watching this classic 70s show, along with the Bionic Woman and Wonder Woman. I loved these shows for what they represented in both a magical and scientific sense. The creators of these shows left me with an excitement for what science could possibly do for the human body in the future. The fact that these characters were human with flaws and downsides, but were also touched with either scientific or outer-worldly improvements to help improve society, was a very enthralling idea.
I worked in my garden yesterday against my own plans to sit and read. It’s…
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I am pitching my next idea for a short story contest. Please take a few minutes and read my outline, I will appreciated your comments.
I do not have a title.
Desiree, is 15 when the story begins, the conflict happens when she is 42, which is near the end of the story. A single mother raises Desiree; she has three children by different men. Through a series of tribulations, Desiree tries to overcome following her mother’s example. At sixteen, Desiree gets pregnant by Wallace Evans, he has big plans for his life that do not include a baby’s mother who wants to be a kept women. Wallace leaves her, joins the Army, gets married and moves away, but he financially supports his son Peyton. In the meantime, Desiree continues to live in the project and has a series of hit and run relationships. She gives birth to…
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some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they’ll find me there.
it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
then, I’ll rise with a roar,
rant, rage –
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
I’ll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.
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