This world is so wide that, even if you flitted around and around it, you would never reach the end of it. This blog is a collage of more or less literary and humorous, outlandish or sometimes even serious glimpses at this great wide world.
A digitally processed gouache sketch from 2003. Since the original was mostly green, my initial intention was to use it for the previous green topic. But the scan struck me as boring. While playing around with the tools of digital editing, I arrived at this version, which shows what I'd call a dynamic push. The massive, bulldog-like body on the right – itself receiving a push from the right – is going to collide with the spiky* body on the left. The resulting crash should be interesting... Now for Inspire Me Thursday's Push.
Note I wrote the poem from memory, i.e. from the memory of looking down onto the green hillscape from the elevated city park in Locorotondo, and had in mind numerous trees in white blossom among the scattered trulli (cute dwellings with cone-shaped roofs typical of that area of southern Italy – see picture below). When I went back to compare with the pictures I'd taken, there were hardly any trees in white blossom. However, there were plenty of such trees in other parts of the area I'd passed through. Memory can be a treacherous thing!
I’d like to hurl myself in a swirl – hurtling into synesthesia: sound, meaning, love.
– Leonard “Vorticist for a Change” Blumfeld
Notes A fibonacci written for Swirl at Inspire Me Thursday. Alludes to the vorticist art movement (and Ezra Pound, who coined the term) – without, I admit, knowing much about it beyond surface stuff.
Over by the wildwood, in the hot summer night, We lay in the tall grass, til the mornin' light come shining
If I had my way I'd never get the urge to roam. But sometimes I serve my country, sometimes I stay at home.
Just don't put me in the frame upon the mantel Where memories grow dusty old and grey. Don't leave me alone in the twilight. Twilight is the loneliest time of day.
And I never gave it a second thought, it never crossed my mind What's right and what's not. I'm not the judgin' kind. But I would steal your darkness and the storms from your skies. We’ve all got certain trials burnin' up inside. Don't send me no distant salutations. Or silly souvenirs from far away. Don't leave me alone in the twilight. Twilight is the loneliest time a day.
And don't put me in the frame upon the mantel. Where memories turn dusty old and grey. Don't leave me alone in the twilight. Twilight is the loneliest time a day.
The words reproduced here are Shawn Colvin's from her cover version of this song by The Band on her Cover Girl album from 1994. She deviates from the original lyrics in many instances.
Here's an impassioned rendering of the song by Eddie629 (recorded in the mud-room with steam rising in the cold weather) from Youtube:
I’m trying to imagine what would happen if tomorrow I boarded the train that takes you to work, sat down on the hopefully empty seat next to yours, placed – among all the people that might be watching your uneasy surprise and my jolly trespassing – the letter in your hands – the letter written to me in your words and with your name signed, the letter that tells it through you as I see it: your denial to acknowledge any feeling for me, the explanation of those glances, the happiness you felt in those moments spent together when we were in perfect tune, the glow on your face and in your eyes, the gleeful exchange of easy banter, the absorption that made us forget the world around. Would you wash your hands of all this, laugh it off as all in my imagination and send me off, once again, coolly, with some pedestrian greeting? Or would you admit that you’ve been lying all along – for whatever rational logic?
But perhaps it’s better to leave everything as it is – suppressed, puzzling, frustrating, ignored, lopsided.
I could be wrong.
L.
The task from Café Writing was to pick at least three of the following words and build a piece of writing around them.
I chose all the words: greeting, hands, imagine, leave, letter, people, train, trespassing, washing.
Two variations resulting from different combinations of two pictures - one of a strip of lace, the other of a lacy flower. Posted for Inspire Me Thursday's Lace.
This disarrayed* rabble** has nearly invalidated every human array I ever believed in.
* So in disarray with the actual needs of mankind and this planet. ** A reference to those who would probably rather think themselves to be the very crown of the crown of creation, or at least of financial cleverness.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Written using disarray, rabble and validate from 3WW CXXIV.
that a great many nasty things are coming to a head now*
... but this may also bring about much needed change.
* For example, individual and corporate greed, all-pervasive commercialism, bickering nationalism at the expense of the world's good, religious fanaticism, idiocy despite or because of the availability of information, crime and fraud on the Internet, to cite just a few.
I didn't have to make this gift - it was on my desk under a layer of papers and other "art", waiting to be discovered as a gift of uncertain significance and slightly revised.
For "Coffee Break" at Inspire Me Thursday The photo shows the giraffe tin that holds my coffee powder and the cheetah and zebra cups company and I drink from.
A tinge of Klimt Acrylic and ink on photo paper, digitally modified
My contribution to Inspire Me Thursday's Open Topic. Actually, the original is more Klimtian, having gold in it. But I very much like the batik-like blue that replaced the gold.
A digitally processed gouache sketch from 2003.
