“Chaos by Torchlight” ~ Marion Rodgers, 2009
bodiless,
malevolence drifts above the cauldron;
not by chance
dawn gilds the flower of hope
its face open in trust;
listen
though it has no voice
death is certain but not the hour
from the centre of eternal silence;
a single tear
falls
life’s been fun
but nemesis awaits
death-arrows are deep in the earth’s heart;
stop the world, I want to get off
tentacles of greed engulf the world
in a deadly embrace;
the pain you wake to is ours
man, fearful
among complex shadows of Armageddon;
no day is safe
an orange-scarred sky
echoes of Icarus;
too late to dream of tomorrow?
a bolt of blue
a portent
a wordless warning
to those who will not see
paralysed;
trapped in a web
of our own making
the glitter of money
now crazed and tainted;
no-one kept count
hell’s fiery death=dance
presages
a forever summer
life becomes vapour
between two eternities
of darkness.
nothing remains
but stick-bone ghosts
and soundless shadows
invisible air drifts apart;
filaments of red
wreak vengeance
till a night without time
a face at the window
a distortion, untruth and grief;
nothing lies beyond nothing
a fleeing cosmic spirit
drops shards of light
at the ragged edges of the universe
the last tree stands
chalk-white and barren;
distorted memories
only light and air
A collection of her photography can be found in Silvershotz Volume 6, Edition 3 of 2010.
People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies, dies in the sound of screaming metal and the impact of one bad driver. Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesn’t come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.
– Blood Noir by Laurell K. Hamilton, page 295.
A collection of photographs captured this Easter weekend (click photograph).
The sun was shining and the day was ethereal. My family and I took a trip down to Port Dover, Ontario after Easter morning mass. The Lord has risen; He has truly risen. As much as I detest religion, today was a day of unity for Millions, conjoined spiritually in celebration of the risen Jesus Christ. Port Dover has an awesome array of scenery besides the renown beaches as seen in the above photograph. If you’re thinking of going somewhere out of the way for a road trip, head over to Dover.
After falling victim to this piece, I find myself enthralled. Taken under again and again, into a world where intellectual substance pervades the air. No manner of pleasure can exceed this feeling.
To Fill MY Heart by Bruce Cockburn
Endless silver
Wave forms crash in
Sea’s too big to fit in my brain
Nothings too big to fit in my heart
Seas come, seas go
Where they stood deserts flow
Time’s too big to fit in the brain
Nothing’s too big to fit in my heart
Spacetime strings bend
World without end
God’s too big to fit in a book
Nothings too big to fit in my heart
Websites are frequently shared via hosts and cloud networks such as Myspace, Facebook, and even Tumblr itself. These websites are shared for simplest of merits like entertainment. A website hosting the short film “I’m Here” by Spike Jonze resonates artistic beauty, emotional articulation, computer imaging, super writing, and most of all exceptional ingenuity in accordance to product advertising. This film is a promotion for Absolut vodka after all. Twenty, thirty years ago, producing a work of art for the sake of the advertisement of any product would be considered selling out. Whether or not the same work is still considered selling out is debatable, but art of this caliber for something as corporative as a product promotion, must be commended. View the link for yourself and see.
Performance: Swallow
March 18, 2010 @ Sheridan Tech in Oakville, Ontario, Ana Palacios announced her performance piece “Swallow”. A 30 ft sketch depicting a two-legged horse fused with a human, tribal chomped babies, waterlogged jungle cats knee deep in water originating from a mysterious pyramid structure. The Arbiter of the world of perversion and the world of reason comes out to play.
Models: Matthew Azzopardi, Andrew Castrucci, and Nadiya Vytvitska
About me
Living life as adoorway to my soul:
open to see,
open to laugh,
open to learn,
open to fight,
open to save,
open to all the things I
used to be too afraid
to believe in.
