Quantities of “stuff” from the local rail yard.
A great cover
and the original
Month: August 2016
…on quantity…
Quantity of life
Inexorable memories
Breathing
Seeing
Feeling
Your touch
Body close
Warmth like the sun
Love radiates
Whispers
A breeze lilting
fluttering leaves
My heart
May it only end in old age
The passing of you or me
When flesh grows cold
Memories warm forever
… on creatures in the emotional stratosphere…
We are NOT alone…. even when we think we are someone or something is watching…. get used to it….
a fitting soundtrack – STRATOSFEAR from the eponymous album by Tangerine Dream. Still one of my favorite TD albums.
… on… looking into the iris of the world
Just when you think you know what a lily pad looks like I come along to shatter your preconceptions…. LOL
This was quite a massive pad whose center had become filled with water. For me I can imagine this being something viewed from outer space. A massive landscape seen from above with the center shrinking and expanding in a constant pulse letting pass only so much light and material from one world to another. I would love to wander thru a landscape like this. I almost feel I could get sucked into the center of this as though passing into some other realm. A realm unexplained, unexplored and unpredictable. Enjoy the journey. Let your imagination go…..
… on flower photography…
I love flowers. I’m just not a big fan of flower photography. However, I do photograph flowers and this is one of my personal favorites. An unusual look at a water lily – the petals have already died and fallen away but there is still beauty.
… on … losing country
Over the course of my adult life I have created a few short performance pieces. This is still one to see “the light of day”. I have not had the opportunity to perform it yet – not because of the gun (Americans LOVE their guns) and not because of the text. Simply because of the controversial use of the American flag.
~ LOSING/LOST ~
Setting:
The performance begins before the audience enters the space. When the doors open the audience walks in and is confronted with a tableau setting and the sound of distant thunder.
On stage left is a shadowy faceless figure in an aggressive stance with an american flag flag draped over their right shoulder and arm. The flag must be displayed upside down and in reverse (stars at bottom right and bars at the top). The figure is holding a rifle and aiming it at the figure stage right with the right hand ready to pull the trigger.
Stage right figure is seated at a small table. Angled to face stage front and slightly left almost facing the other figure. on the table is a large glass of milk. The figure just stares straight forward. Standing behind the figure at the table – and almost in the shadows – is a family – spouse and children.
As the house lights dim the sound of distant thunder and faint lightning. At the beginning the interval between lightning and thunder will be greater and should be shortened as the performance continues.
The figure at the table begins to speak. He/She is visibly tired, exhausted, spent with the appearance of nothing left to lose and speaks accordingly with long pauses almost struggling to find the words.
He/She: I have
I have lost
I have lost … something
I have
I have lost my … country
Home of the brave
Land of the free
I have
I have lost
I have lost my country
Home of hope
Land of opportunity
Who will
Who will free me
Who will free me from these unshakeable bonds?
Bondage
Home of fear
Everything lost
Land of Surveillance
Land of the lost
Who will?
(figure takes drink of milk from glass leaving the glass half empty/full)
Who will
Who will restore
Who will restore my country?
Home….
Home….
Home of….
(figures hand still resting on glass – slumps over at table and hand topples glass spilling milk with loud crack of thunder with simultaneous lighting flash. As figure slumps over table the family slumps to floor in slow motion and figure – with flag and gun – at stage left slinks off into the shadows. Lights fade except for one spot light on the corner of the table where the milk that was spilt has turned to blood and is now dripping of the edge of the table. Fade to black)
Entire performance should not last longer than 10 minutes.
…on…Laurie Anderson
…on… nowhere
EXIT TO NOWHERE
Where is Nowhere?
Can you take me there?
Will others welcome me?
What will it look like?
Will it be someplace just like here?
Will I be entering a place everyone else is trying to leave?
Is there a road to nowhere?
Is there a train to nowhere?
Is there a door to nowhere?
Nowhere is home
Somewhere is always someplace else
The elusive “other”
Always going and never arriving
Living the dream
While ignoring reality
White line fever
Tracks of our tears
Knocking on the doors of opportunity never to be opened.
We have taken the exit and are now here.
... on being and becoming ... 