Vivitar Super 8 1967

camera, photo, foto

Vivitar Time Magazine 1967

 

an advert from Vivitar that blatantly used sexuality and a woman to sell a camera that essentially filmed family events , or is it aimed at the amateur porn director giving inspiration to that motel masterpiece, click and whirr desire consumed in the lens committed to celluloid as functional as the machine but not of cold plastic and metal flesh , flesh that is human with emotion, fantasy fueled Time male readers will engage slipping into a 30 second fantasy and buy the machine success for machinery and woman for sale sold.

Adela Zamudio – Man Born

MAN BORN

Much work she spends

By correcting the awkwardness

Of her husband, and at home,

(Allow me to gawk).

As inept as fatuous,

Follow him being the head,

Because it man!

If some verses written,

In any such verses are,

That she only subscribes.

(Allow me to gawk).

If that one’s not a poet,

Why such an assumption

Because it man!

A superior woman

Do not vote in elections,

And vote the rascal worse.

(Allow me to gawk).

As long as you learn to sign

You can vote an idiot,

Because it man!

The folds and drink or play.

In a reversal of fortune:

She suffers, fight and pray.

(Allow me to gawk).

That she will call the “weak”

And he be called the “be strong”.

Because it man!

She must forgive

Having being unfaithful to her husband;

But he can avenge.

(Allow me to gawk).

In a similar case

You can even kill him,

Because it man!

Oh, mortal privileged

That perfect and complete

You enjoy certain popularity!

In any case, for this,

You enough

Born man.

 English translation of the Bolivian poet Adela Zamudio 1854- 1928 she was a complete artist , poet, writer breaking convention often , and looking deeper into the soul of mankind she also used the pseudonym Soledad, Bolivian Womens Day is on October 11th the date of her birth

Last Look Back

wish a word she held

stuck to lips like annoying bit

of damaged skin

those feelings,

bound her to the ground

leaden weights of perfect love,

we he would say

his way to think a solution

including her in all but answer,

a thread of words

a string of verbal saliva,

without meaning or power

it was always his way,

why does it turn out like this,

within four walls and shingle roof,

men again provocative and arrogant,

she had known another before

but could not stop herself

women are suckers for this

this routine of men needing as he did,

wish been granted she moved again,

located keys to the sedan he said she

could not drive,

and headed out,

a single emotion clutched her heart

freedom

 

 

thanks to the Sunday Whirl and words for the prompt http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/10/28/wordle-80/

In Conflict Times

with a cows docility

anima of a woman

remote in all feeling

suffering gone,

abandoned to marble silence,

beyond the fields of fire

smoke cauldroned clouds

into dense oblivion,

as if with blessing

she over watched with a gaze

bright resilient,

no more fierce as the rugged

mountains that encompassed

bay and gorge

on distant coastline,

beating within her breast

was a warriors heart

hidden by a gentle grace,

raising her hand

as if for resolution

no more lost to the pain,

on the wind that dispersed

the smoke,

trees shake

leaves tremble,

from this most burning pain

a new splendor found

 

 

http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ prompt Wordle #73