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.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Picture reflected stop
This was a message from “unknown” – just these three words, nothing else.
Like a telegram from those times of old when people still sent telegrams:
PICTURE REFLECTED. STOP.
What picture? Reflected by what?
I can’t let this go on irking me – what’s in three words of unknown significance from an unknown source after all?
But why were they sent to me? By whom?
– Leonard Blumfeld
For 3WW #83.
Like a telegram from those times of old when people still sent telegrams:
PICTURE REFLECTED. STOP.
What picture? Reflected by what?
I can’t let this go on irking me – what’s in three words of unknown significance from an unknown source after all?
But why were they sent to me? By whom?
– Leonard Blumfeld
For 3WW #83.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Project Green with Peter Green
As a contribution to Anna Carson's Project Green I'm posting a video of Peter Green performing Man of the World – a song from the early blues days of Fleetwood Mac. Both the picture and sound quality are excellent. Lyrics below.
Man of the World
Shall I tell you about my life
They say I'm a man of the world
I've flown across every tide
And I've seen lots of pretty girls
I guess I've got everything I need
I would't ask for more
And there's no one I'd rather be
But I just wish that I'd never been born
...
And I need a good woman
To make me feel like a good man should
I don't say I'm a good man
Oh, but I would be if I could
I could tell you about my life
And keep you amused I'm sure
About all the times I've cried
And how I don't want to be sad anymore
And how I wish I was in love
Written by Peter Green (song released in 1969)
Man of the World
Shall I tell you about my life
They say I'm a man of the world
I've flown across every tide
And I've seen lots of pretty girls
I guess I've got everything I need
I would't ask for more
And there's no one I'd rather be
But I just wish that I'd never been born
...
And I need a good woman
To make me feel like a good man should
I don't say I'm a good man
Oh, but I would be if I could
I could tell you about my life
And keep you amused I'm sure
About all the times I've cried
And how I don't want to be sad anymore
And how I wish I was in love
Written by Peter Green (song released in 1969)
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Composition in red, blue and gold
Composition in Red, Blue and Gold
(detail, acrylic and ink on paper, 2008)
for Sunday Scribblings #107 – Compose and
Reduce Reuse Recycle at Inspire Me Thursday.
This painting, done specifically to create something titled Composition in Red, Blue and Gold, is the outcome of two done simultaneously on two different acrylic paper blocks using the same colors. I ended up disliking one of them so intensely that I tore it up, but then took some of the pieces and glued them onto the other one. Unfortunately, these two layers are hardly discernible in the scan. Gold and black ink I added after the rip-up and paste-on process.
(detail, acrylic and ink on paper, 2008)
for Sunday Scribblings #107 – Compose and
Reduce Reuse Recycle at Inspire Me Thursday.
This painting, done specifically to create something titled Composition in Red, Blue and Gold, is the outcome of two done simultaneously on two different acrylic paper blocks using the same colors. I ended up disliking one of them so intensely that I tore it up, but then took some of the pieces and glued them onto the other one. Unfortunately, these two layers are hardly discernible in the scan. Gold and black ink I added after the rip-up and paste-on process.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Recycled
This was when I discovered high-gloss ink jet photo paper scraps as a medium for painting. It makes a bright white shiny background on which even bright colors appear somewhat dull. I liked the effect.
Not such a great scan, I'm afraid.
Posted for Reuse Reduce Recycle at Inspire Me Thursday.
A person ...
Posted for Totally Optional Prompts: A Person.
A few days ago, a colleague at work sent me this cartoon in an e-mail to properly reflect the state a difficult project had put her in. And, believe me, she is not normally a crybaby.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Wallflower
Doesn't this give you a feeling of warmth and sunshine?
And yet this picture of an old wall in the city
was taken around midnight
in the light shone on it by a street light.
Posted for Wordless Wednesday.
And yet this picture of an old wall in the city
was taken around midnight
in the light shone on it by a street light.
Posted for Wordless Wednesday.
Round
The washing machine
goes round and round.
In front of it my cat
makes not a sound.
In deepest fascinotion
her head follows the motion.
– Len “Silly Mood” Blumfeld (© 2008)
Goes with the call for ‘round’ literature from BlogFriday. Requires one of the European-style washing machines with the round glass window in front.
goes round and round.
In front of it my cat
makes not a sound.
In deepest fascinotion
her head follows the motion.
– Len “Silly Mood” Blumfeld (© 2008)
Goes with the call for ‘round’ literature from BlogFriday. Requires one of the European-style washing machines with the round glass window in front.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
The King is dead rumor
It has been said
that the King is not dead.
But why, if that’s true,
hasn’t he sung anything new?
– Leonard “Messenger” Blumfeld (© 2008)
Unsuppressible notes
After a long break another poem in the venerable form of the rumor. Click here for more of/about them.
This was born as an extension of my previous post on current myths – three assorted pieces of modern mythology.
that the King is not dead.
But why, if that’s true,
hasn’t he sung anything new?
– Leonard “Messenger” Blumfeld (© 2008)
Unsuppressible notes
After a long break another poem in the venerable form of the rumor. Click here for more of/about them.
This was born as an extension of my previous post on current myths – three assorted pieces of modern mythology.
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