Weekly Photo Challenge: Dreaming

This one developed into a series. Β My wife’s art works are all about the house and I move them here and there for various inputs/effects on my brain as I work…She recently hung a few encaustic pieces in our dining room where I have been writing due to the heat in our studio attic. Β For “dreaming” I’d had the idea that I’d challenge myself with my Pantech phone and try to take some pictures of my head and smear it up without help from photoshop or other treatments. Β It grew into a little series, beginning with her pieces and their slow consumption of my world.

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A Contradiction

A Contradiction in 73 words

A principal aspect in being human is opening to change.Β  First one thing, and then another.Β  To be deceptive.Β  By which we mean adaptive and successful.Β  The insurance one will thrive.Β  If only one.Β  β€œThat which differs from itself is in agreement” (Heraclitus).Β  I understand.Β  We’re talking tension, balance, strain – a relation.Β  Stitching together in hopes it will hold while everything tears.Β  If we equate human being with living.Β  It changes.Β  We adapt.

Pomegranates…in 78 words

The Temptress in 78 words

Her words taste pomegranate – the tart – bitter, erotic, and sweet.Β  I tickle them over my teeth with my tongue, trying to untie them.Β  I like the way the air glides over them, whispering cool and moist into my ears.Β  I swallow.Β  She speaks without using her mouth.Β  I listen hard.Β  So this is what it tastes like?Β  Is difficult to digest, it vaguely turns the stomach, and I want more.Β  Addicted as I am to the showers of seeds.

N Filbert 2012

79 Word Stories

So a new formal challenge emerges. Β Tipped off by Duotrope, I stumbled on this interesting competition sponsored by the Aspen Writers FoundatinoΒ and Esquire magazine: A short short story of exactly 79 words, judged 25% plot, 25% characterization, 25% theme and 25% originality. Β Why not, right? Β I mean many of us compose 100-word stories (rarely EXACTLY 100, but) for Madison Woods “Friday Fictioneers” photo-prompts…so why not give 79 a shot, eh? Β So as a little side project over the next month or so I’ll be delivering various aborted attempts…I’d love feedback, but they’ll probably keep appearing anyway! Β Thanks all.

1. A 79-word story in 78 words

Β Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  I slipped there, on my way out.Β  I cried.

Someone held me, shaping me thus.Β  That’s what I heard, but never quite believed.Β  So they told me other things, and showed me pictures.Β  It began to sound like music, that I’d made.Β  I played.Β  And continued to study.Β  Soon it was all words and experience and me stumbling away.Β  Or sailing back, on rough waters with a rowdy entourage, and fear.Β  And love.Β  In either direction, I’m here.

N Filbert 2012

Dismantling the Art(s)

Interviewing Correspondence (-ts)

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Composing letters is good exercise for writing.Β  Imagined audience and relation, fitting language to a function with a purpose.

 

Dear WordPress Users:

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  I regret to inform you.Β  I’d like to congratulate you.Β  It has come to our attention.Β  In the matter regarding.Β  Allow me to introduce myself.

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  The address sets a tone.Β  There is little to waste.Β  Readers can be lost in a matter of moments, of letters, of marks.

Sex.Β  Hate.Β  Cookies.Β  Pups.Β  Nudity.Β  Self-loathing or injuries sustained.Β  Rants.Β  Cuss.Β  Sexual organs.Β  Deviant tastes or behaviors.Β  Righteousness.

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  These terms as keywords capture the bulk of contemporary humanity.Β  Money, sugar, self-sustenance/survival/success, fame.Β  Beauty, distress, the hideous, tragedy and laughs work as well.Β  Also superlatives.Β  And challenges.

You’ve never seen a _____ this size!Β  Fires burn out of control, lives lost…  Wowza! She’s got _____!!Β Β  You have no idea _____!Β  Did you ever imagine _____ could be so good?!

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Direct-ion.Β  Scan billboards and headlines, logos and slogans – these things are devised to capture attention, activate interest.Β  Use imagery and images – somehow we’ve evolved into a very visual culture – we taste, hear, touch and listen – with our eyes!Β  Watch a video with the sound turned off.Β  Gaze at some pictures of food.Β  Read poems.Β  I challenge you (smiley-face) – what are you unable to sense…just using your eyes?Β  (Whatever it is will cause you to act).

Action works.Β  Activate.Β  Stimulate.Β  Request.Β  Invite.Β  Offer.Β  Command.Β  Insult.

You really have no concept of what you’re doing here, do you?Β  I mean, reading this?Β  Hoping for some pleasurable payoff of insight or delight!Β  Something succulent or soothing, entertaining or erotic, secrets or solutions.Β  You selfish bastards!Β  Give a little!Β  It’s all β€˜what’s in it for ME!?’  Sucking the world dry like these pages…

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Give people something to find that they’ll consider β€œwrong” – people LOVE to feel β€œright.”  Scapegoating works well – and it can be anything – people will follow: bottled water, big government, Christianity, children, homosexuals, genres, stupidity…the lemmings will leap.

 

Dear WordPress Users:

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  I regret to inform you that the following letters are not art.Β 

β€œWorks of art represent webs of sounds, movements and ideas… Human beings are contradictory… Freedom is the law of human nature…At the basis of every artistic work, every stage in artistic construction, lie similar principles of revealing the contradictions… artistic compositions show the fallacy of simple solutions… one can do anything, but there is no purpose…”

(all Viktor Shklovsky, from β€œOn the Dissimilarity of the Similar”)

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Dear WordPress Users:

I urge you: exercise freedom and complexity!

Utilize everything!

Sincerely,

da Man-O’-Word(s)

‘Tis Merely Acting (?)

I’m in the process of reading Girl Imagined by Chance by Lance Olsen, and I am thinking about how easy it is to make up one’s life.Β  Easy and hard, in different ways.Β  Like making peanut butter-chocolate milkshakes.

We watched β€œThe Joneses” (obviously a mainstream movie, in that way they have of being consistently predictable and disappointing) last night.Β  Internet webs and informational glut, the redolence of media – its imagery and imaginings – makes lying very easy, and β€œsoft.”  In the sense of β€œwhite lies,” or possibly not malicious, not evil.Β  Rather β€œstealthy,” β€œclever,” and β€œcreative” manipulations, representations, (e.g. marketing).

I remember when Western Culture (particularly United-States-North-American) synonymed carpe diem with β€œinvent yourself,” i.e. the militaries β€œbe all you can be.”  I was younger then.

Lying requires duplicity, which requires attention, which requires energy.Β  Much like working outside of one’s home and having a family.Β  Or some other role(s).Β  What is called β€œposition,” formerly called a β€œpoint-of-view.”  Often borrowed from corporations or governments, churches or markets, movements or customers, and so forth.Β  β€œWhite” lies.Β  Duplicities.Β  Now this, now that.Β  Positioning.

Already multiple (syn. plural), our selves find it natural to lie and adapt and yet not to believe that it is lying.Β  First one thing, then another; everything changes while remaining so similar.Β  Enough.Β  Apparently.Β  In other words, subtle repositioning / shape-shifting: therapist foreground, wife background.Β  Grunt foreground, husband back.Β  Student, son, father, friend.Β  Subtle shifts.Β  Highlights.Β  First one thing, then another, not exclusive (syn. deception).

Not that there’s anything wrong with it.Β  Who associated these terms (β€œlie,” β€œdeception,” β€œmanipulation,” β€œduplicitous” and so forth) with something negative in the first place?Β  Our histories, sciences, civilizations, arts, militaries, governments, religions, families and businesses are all based on them.Β  At some point along every route, things are contradictory, duplicitous, compromised, untrue.Β  What is evil about error?Β  Efficiency?Β  Multiplicity?Β  Complexity?

So if an image suits your message, whatever claims necessity, doesn’t it belong?Β  Whether β€œyours” or not, it’s resonant, it β€œfits.”  Illustrates the story.Β  Well, part of it, at least as viewed from this position, this point-of-view, whichever wherever whomever is being highlighted NOW.

It is as easy to invent yourself as to paste a collage or learn your native language.Β  Complex organisms utilizing contexts for their survival and adapting (sort of thing).Β  Lizards do it, plants do it, animals and insects do it – all stay alive by subtle shifts and adaptations, presenting themselves as somethings they’re not (perhaps) – representation, quotation, mimicry – all situationally based…

We tell each other certain things (stories altering emphases with each recounting, each invention), behave in particular ways in particular environs, accept and follow various rules at various times of our days, because we have no consistent center, we are relative – relatives all of us – one to another, to our world – shifting, adapting, multiplicitous…each lie leading toward some aspect of what we name truth, like sides of a liquid coin.

Our trouble is that we are unable to be there and not be there, as we’d like to think.Β  It’s all responsibility.Β  Our flexibility, agility, ability to respond…organism to context like a movie screen flickering now this, now that, hold focus, here blur, this angle, these lights, little more information, tone down the emotion, play up the cheer, empathize, stand firm, show authority, be gentle, shift shift shift shift…perspective position your point-of-view.Β  Highlight, accent, select…

Carpe Diem.Β  Seize this moment, this day, be all that you can be (you’ve no idea how expansive and various that is!Β  Well, you must have some idea as we watch you change, grow, reveal, conceal, suppress, express, etc…) duplicitously, positionally, shiftily.Β  It’s easy to make up our own lives, to invent ourselves…

…we’re doing it all the time, everywhere.

β€˜Tis merely act-ing (being/doing/living) in the world!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Movement

dug about and found this one…2 versions… for the weekly photo challenge, although perhaps I’m a day late…

PHOTO BY HOLLY SUZANNE

Feeling Blind

Antoine Coypel – Studies of the Blind

 

Feeling Blind

β€œArt always divides objects and offers a part instead of the whole, a feature of the whole, and no matter how detailed it is, it still is a dashed line representing a line”

-Viktor Shklovsky-

β€œA fragment is not a fraction, but a whole piece”

-Lyn Hejinian-

β€œThose girls!,” we say of our puppies, as if we know.Β  As if they behaved like us.Β  We are, after all, wild animals, without a master large enough to keep us from fighting.Β  The puppies are so small.

 

I remember filling a large square of canvas (β€œlarge” being relative to my body, not a mountain) with loads of spattered paint.Β  It felt good and looked neat, even interesting, crammed as it was with accidents and intentions.Β  Runs and spills and layers of carefully made strokes.Β  Nothing was recognizable or familiar in the result, but I’d swear it was representation.

 

Again and again I attempt to feel blind.Β  Not empathetically, by tightly wrapping my head and completely covering my eyes with some solid fold of cloth, then wandering through a day or night or week of time.Β  Nothing like that.Β  I’m capable of removing my glasses and learning the world without edges or shapes.Β  Feeling blind is usually sexual for me.Β  In the way I use my senses.Β  It’s never the same if I know what I’m touching or tasting, hearing or smelling.Β  To β€œfeel blind” means losing familiar.Β  I write blind every day.Β  Defamiliarizing myself in order to learn something.Β  About language, about emotion, about me and a world of signs.Β  It’s de-meaning.Β  Bring me my lover’s body replete with organs and breath, thoughts and flesh, and lay her down beside me.Β  I’ll tell you what it’s like.

 

They like to escape, to cross boundaries.Β  If you turn your back, they scamper.Β  They’ll sniff and chew on anything, and leave their feces anywhere.Β  Artistic mediums rarely work the way I want them to.Β  Paint slips away where I place it thick and neat, clay cracks when it dries or fractures in the fire.Β  Words mean something else.Β  Her breath creates an atmosphere, moving particles and waves.Β  I can smell the colors of her thoughts.Β  At this distance it is easy to hear the goosebumps on her shoulder curling forward to her armpit.Β  I feel her hair, thick and brown, around my ankles.

 

I try to use mistakes.Β  The pups will eat their poop.Β  Her buttocks create parentheses in my dreams.Β  If I stack the pieces just so, another thing will happen, come to be.Β  Sticks preferable to stuffies.Β  The arches of her feet never cease whispering their curving tones.Β  I rarely intend what I make.Β  They stumble their way to fresh treasures of foul-smelling, old-buried rot.Β  Her crotch controls weather, I ache deep in my bones when it’s humid.

 

It does not cease to amaze me, what’s found.Β  Candy-wrapper, weed-stalk, squirrel-scent.Β  Everyone’s a critic.Β  The purposeless finds purpose in the eyes of the beholders.Β  The meeting of the needs.Β  The way the caps of her knees taste like buttons of mushrooms, just that tiny and soft on my tongue.Β  The slogans her scent shouts into my ears, rushing the drums like a throng.Β  They drag it until it dissolves.Β  Everyone makes up a context.

 

And eventually tire.Β  With ignorance things are recharged.Β  She is different when I open my eyes.Β  I had registered warm mango with coconut milk, they’d spilt honey on an old wet rag.Β  Apparently the β€œtrajectory of my new works on paper.”  She came with a gasp and a shudder as I deciphered her Braille, she had never liked crowds and my mouth was crowded by terms.Β  No one understands it, or perhaps they do and I don’t, pups fast asleep and me feeling so blind with attention.

 

 

Men. Amateurs.

Rereading. Β Had forgotten how good.

Or maybe things get better – different – time.

Recommended.

The Incident

buzzard

The Incident

The evidence was stark and slim.

A photograph of akimbo’d limbs against a whitened sky. Β A dark bird.

The detectives were at a loss, many losses, and uncertain of how to proceed.

They called in “the expert,” a wizened old crackpot retiree who still seemed to capture things no one else could.

He was sent for and trundled his bulk up the sidewalk later that day, grimacing and cursing his way to the station.

Huffing and grunting, he picked up the picture between leathered forefinger and cracked swollen thumb. Β He squinted.

“All I can tell you boys, is that it sho’ ain’t no murder. Β A murder involves always Β more than the one.”

N Filbert 2012

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