Wednesday is usually Snapshot Poem day, but all these classes seem to be eliciting something a bit different for me.
I was up in the night on Tuesday, so decided to watch a few episodes of Closer to Truth on the Tivo. And started to sketch the speakers in my journal.
Clearly, I could use more drugs + insomnia. These are certainly better than I knew I could do.
Not that they would be recognizable – but at least each one is different. And you can tell – well, I can tell – that they're men.
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Niki's Etsy shop is up, and has several gorgeous things to choose from. Niki and I have been friends for more years than either of us probably want to recall; she has been steadfast through many difficult times for me.
So I am delighted to see her 'go public' with her skills and talents. She has a wonderful eye for color, and the perseverance to master one craft after another. Mosaics is her most recent obsession (and I mean that in a good way.)
She has done, and doubtless will do, many other kinds of art. Keep your eye on her shop, and her blog.
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This lovely winter scene is by Catnapping, another Montana blogger. A perfect holiday greeting, posted here with her permission.
May we continue to be blessed with beauty and generosity, and may peace come to, and from, us all.
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Made with fd's flickr toys.
He's become an archetype, hasn't he? Or inhabited one.
I found the original on the sidewalk in downtown Missoula. It made me shudder, and laugh, at once.
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Poet on a Mountain Top from Classic Chinese Paintings
I Send Out This Paper Boat
August now, and three years --
four? -- since I've touched
your arm, heard that river-
bed voice. I grow old,my hair lengthens and thins
at once, gray at the temples.
My body declines in every
sense. Our lives so farapart, this sea too wide
for even dreams to bridge.
Both our beaches littered
with shards, lovers leftand leaving, broken shells
of expectations and demands.
There are wars between us;
storm and flood and deadlydrought; a long, desolate
peace. Our lives thin down
to this: one or two tenacious
friends, deep-rooted againsttime, against wind and loneliness.
A few sparse lines in a Chinese
painting: one tree clings to the cliff,
branches stunted and bent; sea-battered, salt-worn, but still
it holds. It holds.
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I am feeling distinctly uncreative lately; or as friend Abigail says, intensely inactive. Luckily, others are out there making marvelous things to inspire the rest of us, and I intend (with their permission) to exploit those inspirations this week.
Above is Loren Webster's Nature Montage. He tells us in comments how he did it:
I did it in Photoshop by applying different layers, SB.
I began with shot of a lily, used posterize to emphasize the lines, did one layer of patterns with the belted kingfisher, another layer with an abstract pattern, set the mode to overlay and then played around with opacity until I got a blend that I liked.
I think I can do most of that in Photoshop Elements, and intend to try -- when I'm done being intensely inactive.
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A few months ago, I received a request from a flickr photographer (and poet) to trade prints; he wanted a print of one of my bird photos, and in exchange he would send me one of his, of my choosing. A look at his photostream -- and his wonderful visual poems
-- left me feeling very flattered -- but as my printing capacity is
limited, I assured him he was free to download anything of mine he
liked, and that an exchange would be welcome but quite unneccessary.
One day last week -- a tired day, a slow day, an uninspired day -- an unexpected package came in the mail. A beautiful book of art photos, from Spain. Such a lovely mystery; an unfamiliar language. Then, a familiar name, a familiar style:
Here is the large size of The only ghost I ever saw, the piece pictured above. At the back of the book, in English:
ANTONI ALBALAT
Antoni Albalat Salanova is an Information and Linguistic Advisoer at the Language and Terminology Service of the Univrsitat Jaume I...
...Since 1989 when he published his first poetic prose book, Aviram espars, his litereary career has included over a dozen collections of poems and numerous collaborations in anthologies, on both discursive and visual poetry...
Here, a long list of prizes, publications (this one sounds really fun) and exhibitions -- including a note that ...his work can be found in several private collections in Missoula (Montana) and Chicago. Heh.
Some Googling, some reading, and I discover that this book is a catalog of an exhibit -- this exhibit.
Such a generous gift, Toni -- thank you!
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