a glimpse of the attic
through Dorian Grey's lowered blinds
just leave a message
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Beauty is skin deep
It's what's underneath that counts
Mona Lisa smile
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How to move forward
no master
no sense of control
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he crumbles apart
smiling blindly mutely
military man
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hazy, crazy eyes
welcome aboard my spaceship
and the heavens laugh
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a glimpse of the attic
through Dorian Grey's lowered blinds
just leave a message
FB
To serve is to love
No self respect needed here
In Pol Pot's heart land.
Beauty is skin deep
It's what's underneath that counts
Mona Lisa smile
Found this super course
New idea to learn English
By mirror reading
truckers read my face
minus eighteen degrees out
snow and self-respect
interesting choice out of the bunch of pics. me, I'm still on the road - in a gas station somewhere in southern f-land, surrounded by a couple of dozen truck drivers. I keep on receiving curious looks for using the free wifi with my laptop. it's six am.
when I stepped out of the plane into the breeze yesterday I've been all smiles and laughter. there is something deliriously funny about this winter wonderland.
A manakins tragedy
once loved
now self respect denied
How to move forward
no master
no sense of control
master of puppets
pinnochio was
a little boy junkie
Hey Nobs and P..
what awesome photos you took!
pleasure to the eye mind soul thingy..fantasmagorical..a trip.
Cheers A
Off topic: re, the pics you linked to.
a dodgy lane in chinatown
snail clouds float
like tattoos on arms
P! Are you home yet? I'm glad you're happy. As for the pic, yeah, it's a weird choice but I went with it because it was the most open to interpretation. Of course, what with A's mention, I half wished I'd gone with my second choice of the alley in Chinatown. But never mind.
And thanks FB, and thanks A. You know A, I really liked your last one. If only I'd gone with that pic.
the mighty fallen
the shop-front god we gazed on
now trashed in Nimbin
...for those who don't know Nimbin is a hippy/dope town in Northern NSW.
Nobs, i did my first trip to Nimbin in 87' in my VW beetle.(searching for shrooms ;). I was 19and it was a trashy place back then,,in the public toilets you saw "shoot up" fit kits stashed up top of the dividing walls in the loo..and "meat is murder" grafiti'd on those same walls
..a disturbing dichotomy.
Damn VW threw a flywheel on the way back from there and was stranded in Port Maquarie being ripped off by the local mechanic for 3 days..memories..
You sure have many great images to choose from , from that last journey :)
Cheers A
hazy, crazy eyes
welcome aboard my spaceship
and the heavens laugh
I am home indeed. my body couldn't quite comprehend the sudden forty degree drop in temperature, thus a self-destruction mode kicked in - I caught a flu. and, it is not easy to enjoy my herbal remedies on a balcony which in setting resembles this. the worst thing is that a cup of hot tea turns cold already after a couple of minutes outside. though, I've figured a good way of tricking my body into thinking its drinking hot liquid - I've laced all my tea with dried chilies.
anyway, I am thrilled to have triggered an image that goes on stimulating such a variety of condensed thoughts.
A13, cheers. the whole project of contemplating dyslexia has been quite a trip. one of the initial premises for it was to create images that transcend the need of words in reflecting my sense of life. thus, I am always happy to hear from others who recognize the phantasmagoric elements we all live among from my shots.
the beauty of art lies in the capacity to portray how the creator himself feels of life - the same goes for haiku of course. I myself am flagging for a sense of life that's fantastic and magical in tone. I think I might be slowly sliding towards the unknown lands of naïve photography...
rotting outside in
facade trembles and crumbles,
fused with rot within
he crumbles apart
smiling blindly mutely
military man
P2P in a different country to me
all that seems and all that flows
in the garden of dyslexia
everyone knows...
Cheers A
(not haiku...my bad ...;0)
SATS
Mutual Aid by Petr Kropotkin can be found here
http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/4341/pg4341.html
An audio version can be found here for those who want to wander round whilst you hear it but the reader appears to be Indian or some such and the sentence phrasing is all wrong. You can decide whether you take it or leave it. I left it and am busy with the text version at the moment.
http://www.booksshouldbefree.com/book/mutual-aid-a-factor-of-evolution-by-peter-kropotkin
Thanks for the heads up Randy.
FB
Whoops, published in the wrong blog again.I guess I shouldn't keep too many tabs open - sorry guys.
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