Orson Welles film that has divided critics, in it’s interpretation of Kafka’s The Trial and as it has now become public domain it can be freely watched and distributed so sit back and watch which side of the fence do you fall on
Tag Archives: historia
Ansel Adams – Tiburon California
A true artist with a lens , showing that as an art photography is a skill and should be as respected as fine art
Ansel Adams Tiburon California
Edward Hopper Sketchbook
A wonderful insight into the mind and workings of Edward Hopper through his sketchbooks , illustrating and describing a process of creativity that evolved into his paintings that resonate so well with in there look and narrative and if you have not come across him yet i urge you to do so.
hope you enjoy this as much as me as i would love to delve through the pages and become intimate with the completed works
Luke Guidici – Certified (2012)
Alexander Rodchenko, Vladamir Mayakovsky – Galoshes Persia 1925
Rodchenko, Mayakovsky
Galoshes advert 1925
Alexander Rodchenko
Advertising Poster urging to buy galoshes:
“Galoshes by Ruber Trust are the best.
They are worn in the north, south and west”
Made by Ruber Trust
1920’s
Text by V. Mayakovsky
Interesting piece of advertising in Persia
hegel gothic
a fugitive from that clear tear
filled reservoir,
she had not used despite
emotional fractures,
his fracking of her loins
as a way to magic love gases
leaving stains on nocturnal linen,
it was a dimension of time
she did not want to fill,
running through avenue of trees
and answer that once and only calling
leaving vomit on tree roots,
offering to those sprites that
intrigue our fairytale curiosity ,
dark folds and long chimed bell,
within heavy breasted heart
answers writhed as a bed
of worms center of her being
and all that it withstands,
change had many prices
and used only certain currencies
that she had to pay,
was it worth it
nail scrawled words on her back
proved it
Sunday whirl
in the benthic zone
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
once a pair now alone
worn paranzella dragger converted,
with diesel stained captain
hauling on throttle,
bow cut water
wake washed away,
now a yankee otter class
new purpose glint in eye,
flounder that captains gold
flat dull fish,
yet so beautiful
a detrivore lying on a bed
of crystallized sand,
speckled jewel to be drawn up
with others of it’s kind,
left side lying with
right side patient black eyes,
captain looked upon a sea
that did not boil
nets set as radio played,
remembering as a child
cutting paper flounder out of newspaper
mounted on card
in the ocean of imagination
with it’s more vivid life
between trees that stretched
up from ocean floor
where seahorses hide
leaf litter making hedgehog home
not knowing xylophagy
and that the flounder did not,
the ocean a multicoloured
imagined feast
of eternal food gods provide,
if flounder had flown
as in his dreams
would escape of been so easy
from slithering mesh of net
camouflage
no use against human predator
machines of food consumption turned
weeping for a forest to hide
or wings for new serenity,
chosen ones stowed below
gasping small cast overboard,
relieved to escape fishmongers knife,
there is a forest where flounder fly
and in our hearts
let’s keep it that way
a fishy story by judith clay
http://society6.com/judithclay
life and all inbetween
knotted wings of crows
with scarce strength
rise into rain,
below vegetation
burnished by fall
listens to the calls,
damp rooted trees
in eroded soil
cover to our
consummation,
revisited after twenty
years,
as one we move
our lives wove a story,
origin in these fields
birth from these fields
as cells would watch
these fields and woodland,
a last exhalation,
we would not return
an act of memory
physical and intricate
framed in the cortex
for tomorrow
Sunday Whirl 119
concupiscence
he fled those vicissitudes
and hid in the parables
that spread like marmalade
over his life,
as an intrinsic alchemist
transforming the jewels
that drew light into her eyes
nymphlike was not always,
she kissed his lyre
and lingered on the notes
crouched mouth to mouth
the dust of longness
passed between them
hands often released
and time again became frail
his tremors sounded as trumpets
with impossible sobbing
a deep reconciliation
a finger of saffron stained
the tongue
and wafted in embrace
yet he could no more
and neither she
amazed at speech carnivals
that wound words over
rolling track
pirouetting horses dance
to an inconvenient truth,
he listened to the stars
and read long passages
delirious now that it was
divisible,
tomorrow became perpetual
sinuous flow
word of the day your favorite word i got carried away again so i hope it works as i have not been functioning so well recently , all the best
illustration 9
ants loud enough
close to his head,
reprieve of summer cool
as he lay under his cart
pushed for close to a mile
finding geography
awkward to place
despite being his city once,
his mind a squoze larvae
thoughts brief as a snakes hiss,
irritable tongue of weeds,
lying still
close to impossible,
underpass old concrete walls
tagged by youth
more used to shooting than talking
overhead cars heat and horses,
smells nasal reverberations
he would feel quieter
if at the bottom of a lake
where on it’s silted bed
with fishes as companions
devouring algae from his closed eyes,
heat would be gone
and his mind would make sense,
the moon did not bring night rain,
eventually he stood
rocking on heels
than began to walk
this time he would find the start
of his journey
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