Because Saturday is kind of a busy day for my family, and I woke up to chaos that is still going on. I will leave you all with a project I just completed. It's NEW!
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Money
I am your fear
And I am your comfort
Come drag yourself down at my whim
I influence nations
I starve hungry by absence
Feed fat by presence
I am your need
And I am your want
Come roll in the mud I've created
Rub your hands together
Smile crooked teeth
Pull the strings of death and destruction
And I am your comfort
Come drag yourself down at my whim
I influence nations
I starve hungry by absence
Feed fat by presence
I am your need
And I am your want
Come roll in the mud I've created
Rub your hands together
Smile crooked teeth
Pull the strings of death and destruction
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Lazy
Listlessly lounging
I sleepily slur
I don't have ideas for today
I lie on my side
The noise around me a blur
As I drift off to sleep in this way
I dream I do nothing
And dumbly dream drivel
I'm lolling the day away
To lazily lie is my earthly heaven
Until the alarm
Wakes me early at seven.
I sleepily slur
I don't have ideas for today
I lie on my side
The noise around me a blur
As I drift off to sleep in this way
I dream I do nothing
And dumbly dream drivel
I'm lolling the day away
To lazily lie is my earthly heaven
Until the alarm
Wakes me early at seven.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Knees
Two wheels and no hands
Staring down the hill
Will I do it?
Take the dare
All the way down
Hands in the air
Feet on pedals
Push off with one
Hair flies back
An instant upon my seat
My bike wobbles
And I'm tumbling down
Off my bike and skidding
The pavement takes my skin
Picking myself up
And Oh, the pain I'm in!
The blood drips from my knees.
Staring down the hill
Will I do it?
Take the dare
All the way down
Hands in the air
Feet on pedals
Push off with one
Hair flies back
An instant upon my seat
My bike wobbles
And I'm tumbling down
Off my bike and skidding
The pavement takes my skin
Picking myself up
And Oh, the pain I'm in!
The blood drips from my knees.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Jumping Rope
Under my feet
And over my head
And under and over again
A high place
A low place
I keep pace
My hair is high
When I am low
And low
When I am high
Shoes on pavement
Tap, slap, tap
Slap, tap, slap
I sing a song
to keep the beat
“Cinderella
Dressed up in yella”
Don’t trip up
Keep it up
Another rope
It’s double Dutch
Quicken my hops to steps
Trip and switch
Sing again
Turn again
Stop.
-Marjorie-
And over my head
And under and over again
A high place
A low place
I keep pace
My hair is high
When I am low
And low
When I am high
Shoes on pavement
Tap, slap, tap
Slap, tap, slap
I sing a song
to keep the beat
“Cinderella
Dressed up in yella”
Don’t trip up
Keep it up
Another rope
It’s double Dutch
Quicken my hops to steps
Trip and switch
Sing again
Turn again
Stop.
-Marjorie-
Monday, April 11, 2011
Image Makers
I have decided to deviate from my poetry and story posts to take a look at what photography and photographers are today. I mentioned the other day that photography has been used as an art form almost as long as it has been a technology. But what is photography today? Has it gained legitimacy as an art form? I think it has, and with all the new technologies that is even truer today than it has ever been.
Photographers are really no longer just photographers. They are image makers. Photoshop is viewed as an extension of the photographer's toolbox, and that is really something. To be able to capture an image, open it in Photoshop, and then make the image into anything the photographer wants it to be is absolutely amazing.
There are some that might argue that this is what makes digital photographers less legitimate than film photographers. I cry foul on that. An image can be captured any number of ways, and the way an image is captured determines the way it is processed. A film photographer might develop in their darkroom in a certain way. Likewise, a digital photographer will process in the way he/she sees fit for his/her image. The difference is the digital photographer has more creative freedom during the processing. There are even some photographers that use their photographs to make art, and there is next to no evidence that it was originally a photograph. That's cool!
In conclusion I want to say that I feel it is dangerous to put art in a box. People should feel free to create without having to explain why their art is legitimate. We don't have to like every kind of art nor do we have to look at art we don't like. We do have to allow creative freedom.
This original is much less impressive than after it has been processed in photoshop don't you think?
Photographers are really no longer just photographers. They are image makers. Photoshop is viewed as an extension of the photographer's toolbox, and that is really something. To be able to capture an image, open it in Photoshop, and then make the image into anything the photographer wants it to be is absolutely amazing.
There are some that might argue that this is what makes digital photographers less legitimate than film photographers. I cry foul on that. An image can be captured any number of ways, and the way an image is captured determines the way it is processed. A film photographer might develop in their darkroom in a certain way. Likewise, a digital photographer will process in the way he/she sees fit for his/her image. The difference is the digital photographer has more creative freedom during the processing. There are even some photographers that use their photographs to make art, and there is next to no evidence that it was originally a photograph. That's cool!
In conclusion I want to say that I feel it is dangerous to put art in a box. People should feel free to create without having to explain why their art is legitimate. We don't have to like every kind of art nor do we have to look at art we don't like. We do have to allow creative freedom.
This original is much less impressive than after it has been processed in photoshop don't you think?
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Hindsight
Wrap up in a blanket
for hindsight is cold
And life has given you plenty
Regrets that are memory
And the freeze that they give
Is so very empty
Where will you go
When you look so far back
At your wintry life sorrows
And your life's unfulfilled
Your dreams so far from your grasp
The present is no longer real
Therefore move forward
Stop backward glances
Come into the sun to bathe
Shed your old coat of frost
And the clothing of regret
For the future which is not yet lost.
-Marjorie-
for hindsight is cold
And life has given you plenty
Regrets that are memory
And the freeze that they give
Is so very empty
Where will you go
When you look so far back
At your wintry life sorrows
And your life's unfulfilled
Your dreams so far from your grasp
The present is no longer real
Therefore move forward
Stop backward glances
Come into the sun to bathe
Shed your old coat of frost
And the clothing of regret
For the future which is not yet lost.
-Marjorie-
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