Variation 1
Variation 2Two 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.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Two lacy variations
Variation 1Variation 2Two 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.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Disarrayed rabble
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.
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.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Ancient fib
What
am
I go-
ing to do
about my stubby
admirer? He keeps coming back.
– Anonymous, dates from ca. 800 A.D.
Translated from Sanskrit by L. Blumfeld. Goes to show that the ancient Indians, who were incidentally the ones that invented the so-called Arabic numerals, had already mastered the form of fibonacci poetry.
am
I go-
ing to do
about my stubby
admirer? He keeps coming back.
– Anonymous, dates from ca. 800 A.D.
Translated from Sanskrit by L. Blumfeld. Goes to show that the ancient Indians, who were incidentally the ones that invented the so-called Arabic numerals, had already mastered the form of fibonacci poetry.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The ballad of Art the Fart
When he was little
and in his pants did piddle,
Arthur the Fart,
as he was known,
could not quite tell
a dog from a bone.
In later years,
however,
he became
increasingly clever.
In rooms intended
for perambulation
he’d place what’s called
an installation:
cut-up and dried scats,
degenerated rats,
his grandpas’s shaver
and things even graver,
his and his lover’s
used underwear,
assorted bunches
of pubic and other hair,
plastic bottles emptied
of their content,
in short:
everything that lent
itself to presentation
became an installation.
Art-hungry hordes arrived,
illuminate critics applauded –
Art’s installations
were highly lauded.
Except one nasty soul
from way back when,
who used to play with the
installator in the pen
and then became
an unknown artist,
but counted himself
among the smartest,
to end the farce
swore that he would
make it go up in smoke,
and sure he could.
Henceforth, Art’s
every installation
turned into a pyre
for illustration.
Unperturbed in
his career,
Art said
that all was here
and now,
accepting fire
with a
bow:
Whoever
has a heart for art,
please bear with me –
Art the Fart.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Posted for Sunday Scribblings' Art.
and in his pants did piddle,
Arthur the Fart,
as he was known,
could not quite tell
a dog from a bone.
In later years,
however,
he became
increasingly clever.
In rooms intended
for perambulation
he’d place what’s called
an installation:
cut-up and dried scats,
degenerated rats,
his grandpas’s shaver
and things even graver,
his and his lover’s
used underwear,
assorted bunches
of pubic and other hair,
plastic bottles emptied
of their content,
in short:
everything that lent
itself to presentation
became an installation.
Art-hungry hordes arrived,
illuminate critics applauded –
Art’s installations
were highly lauded.
Except one nasty soul
from way back when,
who used to play with the
installator in the pen
and then became
an unknown artist,
but counted himself
among the smartest,
to end the farce
swore that he would
make it go up in smoke,
and sure he could.
Henceforth, Art’s
every installation
turned into a pyre
for illustration.
Unperturbed in
his career,
Art said
that all was here
and now,
accepting fire
with a
bow:
Whoever
has a heart for art,
please bear with me –
Art the Fart.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Posted for Sunday Scribblings' Art.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Pavian soup
The zuppa pavese I had tonight photographed & and then subjected to painful digital treatment for Inspire Me Thursday's Soup.Zuppa pavese is an Italian soup consisting of broth, a slice of toast in the broth and a fried egg sitting on top of the toast.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Love is in the air ...
says Astro Annie.
I'll take her word for it.
Even though I can't seem to detect it ... yet.
What's it smell like?
I know: like HER.
I'll take her word for it.
Even though I can't seem to detect it ... yet.
What's it smell like?
I know: like HER.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Enough
Still
naked
and pounding away,
getting colder,
listening to J.J. Cale.
– Len “Sunday Morning” Blumfeld (© 2009)
An impromptu poem derived from the last line of the diary just written. A Sunday morning ceremony in its own right for Totally Optional Prompts.
Eric Clapton and J.J. Cale performing J.J.'s Call Me the Breeze:
naked
and pounding away,
getting colder,
listening to J.J. Cale.
– Len “Sunday Morning” Blumfeld (© 2009)
An impromptu poem derived from the last line of the diary just written. A Sunday morning ceremony in its own right for Totally Optional Prompts.
Eric Clapton and J.J. Cale performing J.J.'s Call Me the Breeze:
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Mistle, epistle & toe
To the one I’ve been writing for
Where is that door with mistletoe?
I wouldn’t want to miss
carrying you across that threshold
with a kiss...
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2008)
Written for ‘Mistletoe’ at Inspire Me Thursday.
New Year’s Eve Cinquain
To A.B.*
May you
be happy with
the choices you make for
the year to come, no matter what
they are.
* whose choices most likely won’t include hers truly
My first attempt at a cinquain upon instigation by Totally Optional Prompts. The specialty of this one are a few run-on line endings. All in all, this might not be my dearest wish, but it’s wishing someone happiness by doing what she considers to be the right thing with any self-interest on my part removed. And that might not be the worst to wish for somebody.
– Len “On the Brink” Blumfeld (© 2008)
Definition of the form
A cinquain is a short, unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines.
(Definition by Linda Jacobs at Totally Optional Prompts)
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