Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I found some old chalk sketches of mine. They're faded and damaged, but they brought back some memories... http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/mnaz/marley1.jpg Bob Marley, from "Rastaman Vibration" http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/mnaz/puma1.jpg Puma, from Black Uhuru They're "rough around ...

catching a moment....

reminds me of a haiku I tried to write last spring
when the sun finally emerged from hibernation and caught the new green paradise, just outside my window......... thanks.

information might be a two-bit whore,
owing nothing to anyone,
almost like karma.

(I think doreen had it right)

SooZen... I just want to let you know how much I liked this. You touched deep strata here. It is a great statement.... my first thought was of the phoenix.... but your focus is fixed on the sensations of the trial, the transition itself.... reality of hard struggle between the last form and the next...

loose lips sink ships like radar blips computer chips working for tips like data drips you must pay your dues more CNN blues still spoon fed the news by company crews like stolen clues all in their take all for your sake it's freedom at stake still waiting to break just what did they make? they hate...

This is on-the-money from where I sit. Good one, L-Rod.

Slight typo, seventh paragraph... change "This writers" to
"This writer".

I don't think people truly grasp the devastation of US weapons of mass destruction and aggression in the name of "preemption" which has gone on for decades now. No clue. We never have to face these type of horrific weapons, sitting here in our massively built-up military-industrial fortress. We obsc...

Wow...

Did I just do that?
Did I edit my 'spontaneous' writing above?

How lame is that?!!

I find this horrifying.


The Last Days can't be too far off.

Or you could say....

information is just fuel
consciousness is the vehicle....

if you were in a faux existential mood,
with a half-empty, half-full beer
in your grasp....

information is god... just as enigmatic and diffuse, demanding worship, all the same information is a frothy wave... breaking commotion and lather a mesmerized view, a moment information is zen manifest... simply nothing more than everything a mirror of life which gave it life information has design...

what I meant to say was...

love cannot be held for ransom
nor can it be bought


lust is more open to negotiation
however....

repetition of devotion,
by the numbers,
like romantic clockwork,
will smother the spark,
certainly be spurned.

worship aphrodite
with more genuine offerings
of unspoken connection,
of divine gravity,
humble, true.


something that came to mind....

Thanks, Z'ko. I'm familiar with Lt. Col. Kwiatkowski from her article "The Lie Factory...", from last winter, which describes how the Pentagon's neocon-installed Office of Special Planning took Iraq intel. which was weak or inconclusive at best and twisted, spliced, and falsified it into a series of...

Wow....

Very powerful stuff here. Part four reached out and grabbed me.
Part four, to me, seems like brutal, fractured transcendence.

Thanks, Zlatko