| Two bits of poems~ |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|05:00 pm] |
| [ | where am i? |
| | library | ] |
| [ | my emotion |
| | determined | ] |
| [ | that tune |
| | radiohead | ] |
Sometimes I grow too thin to think,
almost invisible, a thread blown into
the gutter, or out into an open field:
a gleaming strand of beautiful long hair
carried in the beak of a swallow, to weave
into her nest; thin as the highest
violin string, trembling that note
just at the edge of our silence—
---The Main Course by Michael Hettich
Now your nose; that I could eat,
like a pretty little Swedish meatball
lost in a saucepan after dinner. Alone
stacking dishes, who could resist
biting softly and tasting the coriander,
salt, and honey; remembering
the delight of eating when hungry?----The Picture of You with Lettuce on Your Head by Jeff Green
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|07:58 pm] |
nanojoumo- purity
Originally uploaded by lessherger.
I get a kick out of all the online "purity" groups. SO when the word purity came up for nanojoumo day 2 I had to lampoon it. The purity "logo" was put online as a purity card for a church gorup. It looks far cooler here than it did on the card. I pulled the card in to MS Publisher, reversed it and resized it to be about 8x10, i then printed it off onto a sheet of transparency film. I put it on the right side of the film this time and used a great deal of matte medium to transfer it to the pages.I had to cut it into 2 pieces to get it on, and I'll tell you the fold was a beast. the original logo was clearly going for a "urban and graf" feel. So the tendency of the transfer to peel and not go completely was a perfect medium to really take it there. I then outlined the letters with my pentouch pen, pressed down to get dribbles and runs. While that dried I looked at hundreds of images of scantily clad women bent over various objects, and quite frankly there are things that can't be unseen. Just the very act of attempting to find the image for the right corner has left my brain irreparably damaged. The things I do for art. I found the perfect picture, of a woman, scantily clad washing a car. I wanted the legs to frame the corner, so I first drew the leg for the right most side in soft pencil, added the crotch area and then the left leg. Next was to mix up some white person flesh tone and layer it over the drawing. I added her thong and it's all set. I blocked in some green coloring to set off the legs. Then I mixed up some gesso really thin and used a liner brush to spatter it on the page...
Maybe not the most pure purity page, but it's exactly what popped into my head when I first saw the word as the prompt.
( more pics after the cut ) |
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[Apr. 19th, 2006|01:11 am] |
ABOUT DANM TIME!!!!!!!11
THANK YOU THANK YOU TAHNK YOU!!!!!!!!!! OMG THANK YOU my hubby has been so sad this weekend and I know this will make him ecstatic. Keep it up (maybe the pumpkin colors work beter for your eyes) Good job on the team work in the end. Y'all are mostly rookies, rebuild this team from scratch so the bucs arent a laughing stock anymore. YAY! |
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| Love, grief, tenderness, sex and struggle. |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|05:59 pm] |
FROM DON DELILLO'S WHITE NOISE:
"How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn't they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise."
"What if death is nothing but sound?"
"Electrical noise."
"You hear it forever. Sound all around. How awful."
"Uniform, white."
"Sometimes it sweeps over me," she said. "Sometimes it insinuates itself into my mind, little by little. I try to talk to it. 'Not now, Death.' "
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"All plots move in one direction," I told her grimly.
We held each other tightly for a long time, our bodies clenched in an embrace that included elements of love, grief, tenderness, sex and struggle. How subtly we shifted emotions, found shadings, using the scantest movements of our arms, our loins, the slightest intake of breath, to reach agreement on our fear, to advance our competition, to assert our root desires against the chaos in our souls. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|05:17 pm] |
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this,--and all is mended,--
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
-Midsummer night's dream |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|01:46 pm] |
| [ | my emotion |
| |  cheerful | ] |
Dear Really Awesome and Talented Varsity Football Captain and Musician,
I really like you...like...A LOT. I know myself a lot better than I used to and I know that I give my heart too easily...to freely. But I'm taking matters into my own hands, being the big girl I know I am and I'm going to make this work. I like that you want to take things slow...that we aren't officially together...but at the same time we're no longer single. I like that you can't wait to give me a hug and cuddle with me on Wednesday when we see each other and that we talk for HOURS everyday. You're a sweet guy...basically everything a girl could ask for...just...without the super sexy model looks. You're cute sweetheart...but on a scale of 1-10...you're only about a 6. Anyway...I just wanted to let you know that I'm so glad we met...that you don't mind my quirkiness, that you love the way I write and that you love my originality. You're an amazing person...and I just ask that...if I surrender to you my beaten, battered, and partially healed heart...you'll take extra good care of it. See you soon!!!
<3,
Me |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|12:06 pm] |
Dear Travis,
you are one of my best friends, i call you my brother, and i love you to death. i know you hate kyle, and i know you get mad that we talk because you care and you dont want to see me hurt but are you 100% positive its not just because you hate kyle? i mean, there are plenty of things i dont like but i put up with because of you. i know i told you i just wrote i had a boyfriend on myspace so pervs would back up, but i lied to you. me and kyle have been together for a month maybe. i feel bad about it all, but i really see myself with kyle for along time, hes been here so long, and weve been so close, now that we are together, everything is falling into place. i dont expect you to understand for the simple fact that you dont know what hes done for me, and how good he treats me, id tell you but you get that look on your face. i just dont know what to tell you kiddo, i love him.
if we ever get married, i hope you come to my wedding, for me.
love forever,
your little sister Jess. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|01:21 pm] |
| [ | where am i? |
| | Armchair. | ] |
| [ | that tune |
| | The Maccabees - X Ray Vision. | ] |
[Insert Name Here],
You don't realise how much that kiss meant to me, how much that whole night meant to me.
How long i have wanted that, how long i have needed it to feel okay.
It was so different, i felt so comfortable. Nobody really understands how much i can fall in love with comfortable.
Never on edge or insecure about how i am, it's never been like that and that night just put into perspective what things could be like.
I'm not even saying with you, but how things could be if i just let go for once. I was so happy.
I still am so happy, i actually still can't believe this is happening, with you of all people.
But i just wish that you would decide and give me some clarity.
One minute you are treating me as a new found friend and telling me you don't want a relationship.
The next minute you are telling me you want me to come round and snuggle up in bed with you.
I just don't get it.
It's me, over-reacting again, thinking too much into things.
I should just LET GO like i did that night.
But it's grating on me, filling my head so much i can't concentrate.
Last night you text me frustrated that i wasn't there, yet when i text back you didn't.
Gahhhh, what is going on?
Relieve me.
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|01:46 pm] |
Dear best friend,
I don't understand why you can't see how much our friendship is killing me. I'm completely and overwhelmingly in love with you. And it shouldn't be this way. You've been my best guy friend for 5 years. But all you do is talk about her. Constantly. Its always about her. Every single conversation we have revolves around her. And if it isn't about her then its about how fucked up you are now as a cause of her selfishness, rudeness, immatureness. What I'm asking myself is, if this girl is so horrible why is she the center of your world? You've got her up on this pedastal and she doesn't deserve to be there. She doesn't deserve you. I mean she isn't even nearly worthy of you. And its horrible that I should even have to compete with that monster. And it hurts, so much. It hurts because you see right through me and just see her. I don't see why you can't realize what you have right in front of his eyes. Yet at the same time I wonder if it would even change anything if you did. All I know is that I feel like I'm nothing next to her. And now that you finally stopped talking to her and you say you're finally over her, you come back to me telling me that you're sorry that you've let our friendship slip away over these past few months. As if I'm the runner-up, the second choice. Now that you don't have her, you want our friendship to go back to the way it was before you ruined it with all of your obsessing over her. Now you're back to telling me that you missed me while our friendship drifted and that you love me and I'm an amazing friend to you. But what you don't see is that silently I'm wishing that you would just realize how perfect we are for each other. I want your love, I don't just want to be friends. I just don't know what to do. On the inside I'm breaking apart every second, and I don't know how to tell you this. You broke my heart once, I know you'll just do it again. I know you don't feel the same way about me. Its an ironic cycle. You were in love with me 2 years ago and I couldn't bring myself to tell you that I didn't reciprocate those feelings. And now, 2 years later it is me sitting in that same position. I feel its almost as if its some karmic torment that I'm enduring. I'm sorry though, but is it really my fault I didn't feel this way 2 years ago and now its too late? I guess it is too late though. And now I have to suffer. I have to bite my tongue, and just be your best friend. |
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| Something i wish i would have said. |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|03:05 am] |
| [ | my emotion |
| |  angry | ] |
| [ | that tune |
| | I'd come for you - Nickelback | ] |
This is a message that i had all typed up and ready to send, but at the last minute i for some reason decided not to...
Under a cut because it contains some graphic language about a f***ed up event.
( I hate the way you've made me feel )
I really don't know why i didn't send this. I seriously should have. |
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