communities support acceptance
previously regarded with suspicion
changing social conditions
indicates fundamental turning point
in basic form and spirit
bureaucratic machine of the Church
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
community and cause
art of breathing life
into the question.
encourage basic differences
share the same overall plan
discussion
as to how
we find
being.
into the question.
encourage basic differences
share the same overall plan
discussion
as to how
we find
being.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
see what i did! images from the original project ('the journal/the journey")
excluding the last one marked in red, the following images are from my blackout poetry project that started this blog. for the moment, they are not in the correct order, also, i have many more than what you see here...closer to 30 were displayed as one story, closer to 50+ blackouts were made that never got used. but for now, here are images from the original blackout project (apologies for the poor photo quality, i will try to post clearer images in the future):
holding out alone. communication. never happens. at random.
radical solution to long developing problems. drastic change.
breaking point. identity. you are. under the surface.
friendships have. a result. people.
can i judge them? i don't know.
together we decided to show people the beginning.
genuine. heartbreak. personal.
this is a work in progress blackout poetry. i ran out of black marker, but there's no rule to what colors you can use, so it's all good! some people are terribly clever and include pictures in the pages they are blacking out. someday i will be brave and creative enough to try that.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
the lyrics of the songs that capture
rickety bridge by cecil otter featuring dessa of doomtree. live at the fitzgerald theatre
well as soon as you got out from the aim of the sniper
you took a rest next to the fangs of a viper
but it’s raining tonight for you
i know you love the rain, I watch you drink it up and strike another flame
and when you came to show your face to the animals,
who swore it was intangible to orchestrate a radical
i saw your eyes go from lower case to capital
it’s like you had to pull the rug from underneath yourself to feel alive
i’ve seen the size of that painting in your mind
and I can be the frame when it arrives
we’ll drive until the sun comes up
with a better way to burn us
and when it does we’ll make our getaway
and surface when the moon is full,
it’s beautiful
we left the root of all evil rotten in the ground
we’re bound to live another way, like some underpaid runaways.
it’s an understatement.
turn the page,
there’s too much to say.
so from the pavement we walk into the faces we haunt
into the weight of the cross we bear,
we repair the stitches and beware the witches
the kids are sickly, they’re panicked, and they’re anxious.
they’re lookin’ for a woman with a command of the language
we watch them beat their hands against the cages
from the outside they’re lookin’ to get back in
and as soon as they got out from the aim of their sniper
they took a rest next to the fangs of the viper
but it’s raining tonight for you
i know you love the rain,
i watch you drink it up and strike another flame
and when you came to show your face to the animals,
who swore it was intangible to orchestrate this radical
i saw your eyes go from lower case to capital
it’s like you had to pull the rug from underneath yourself to feel alive
so from the pavement we walk into the faces we haunt
into the weight of the cross we bear,
we repair the stitches and
beware the witches
the kids are sickly, they’re panicked, and they’re anxious.
they’re lookin’ for a woman with a command of the language
we watch them beat their hands against the cages
from the outside they’re lookin’ to get back in
and we're looking and we're laughing
we're laughing like little kids
and it's a rickety, rickety, rickety bridge
and i'd love to walk that rickety, rickety, rickety bridge
with you
everyday.
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well as soon as you got out from the aim of the sniper
you took a rest next to the fangs of a viper
but it’s raining tonight for you
i know you love the rain, I watch you drink it up and strike another flame
and when you came to show your face to the animals,
who swore it was intangible to orchestrate a radical
i saw your eyes go from lower case to capital
it’s like you had to pull the rug from underneath yourself to feel alive
i’ve seen the size of that painting in your mind
and I can be the frame when it arrives
we’ll drive until the sun comes up
with a better way to burn us
and when it does we’ll make our getaway
and surface when the moon is full,
it’s beautiful
we left the root of all evil rotten in the ground
we’re bound to live another way, like some underpaid runaways.
it’s an understatement.
turn the page,
there’s too much to say.
so from the pavement we walk into the faces we haunt
into the weight of the cross we bear,
we repair the stitches and beware the witches
the kids are sickly, they’re panicked, and they’re anxious.
they’re lookin’ for a woman with a command of the language
we watch them beat their hands against the cages
from the outside they’re lookin’ to get back in
and as soon as they got out from the aim of their sniper
they took a rest next to the fangs of the viper
but it’s raining tonight for you
i know you love the rain,
i watch you drink it up and strike another flame
and when you came to show your face to the animals,
who swore it was intangible to orchestrate this radical
i saw your eyes go from lower case to capital
it’s like you had to pull the rug from underneath yourself to feel alive
so from the pavement we walk into the faces we haunt
into the weight of the cross we bear,
we repair the stitches and
beware the witches
the kids are sickly, they’re panicked, and they’re anxious.
they’re lookin’ for a woman with a command of the language
we watch them beat their hands against the cages
from the outside they’re lookin’ to get back in
and we're looking and we're laughing
we're laughing like little kids
and it's a rickety, rickety, rickety bridge
and i'd love to walk that rickety, rickety, rickety bridge
with you
everyday.
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Monday, August 20, 2012
reprieve from struggles
take a breath
to remind himself
he was alive
turned and looked
right at her
quickly disappeared inside
shutting himself away from the world
he'd forgotten to eat
again
had been determined for these weeks or months
depending on the entire process
but at the end of the day
knew he'd given it his best
to remind himself
he was alive
turned and looked
right at her
quickly disappeared inside
shutting himself away from the world
he'd forgotten to eat
again
had been determined for these weeks or months
depending on the entire process
but at the end of the day
knew he'd given it his best
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