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26

Aug

Professor Hob Gob

The necessity for ambiguity

Is vital, most vital

We put layers over layer over layers

And that’s clarity

But the necessity, for clarity,

Is a mystery, indeed.

Boy meets girl

Boy likes girl

Boy kisses girl

Girl ditches him & marries someone else –

And right there,

Essentially where?

Well, right there, you see

Is where we lose the clarity.

(A moment of silence for this seemingly momentous loss).

So you see, the necessity for ambiguity,

Is vital, most vital

It controls our life with explicable tangents of

Ridiculous and rapturous moments

We cannot fathom.

No, we mustn’t follow

(a non sequitur).

And what is clarity, really?

Is it but an illusion

Of one homogenous linear solipsistic line

That we draw on a white horizontal chalkboard

And dream of being aligned to forever?

This illusion of clarity is so

Very, very very very, self-absorbing.

Titles and names are egotistical ways

to fantasize about what is real and achievable.

But really, a sudden ambiguity,

Is what sometimes brings this “clarity”

(I have friends who tell me this).

By God, if only a fly could talk!

What it would say,

With the exception of a rainy day

(they snooze by the corner of the window pane when this happens)

Is that ambiguity

Is what life nurtures -

It teaches us to not be afraid

Of the muddled, the misunderstood, the minion

(This is a tiny fly reference of course).

So you see, my dear friend,

To be bold, to be nameless, and shameless

Is thrilling and real!

A living ambiguity

That vital, most vital thing.

For clarity, (oh but what is that in this world?)

Will never be

What everyone thinks it to be.

And there lies the true karma of humanity.

11

Aug

The Art of Living turned 4 today!

The Art of Living turned 4 today!

27

Jul

Shapes

Shapes

WEATHERED
Of piled cups and things
You and I know very little,
Just that cherry lip stain
Whiff of cigar smells remain
Singing proof of a turbid romance
Those sullen old walls  
Swallowed in whole.

WEATHERED

Of piled cups and things

You and I know very little,

Just that cherry lip stain

Whiff of cigar smells remain

Singing proof of a turbid romance

Those sullen old walls  

Swallowed in whole.

(Source: natalia-q)

23

Jul

20

Jul

At Times

Courage, please soar and rise within, every time there is an attempt to intimidate me.Tell me I am strong, tell me I belong, to the place of the brave.

14

Jul

The Sinking World

It’s not that she didn’t want to wake up with strained blinking eyes to greet the first streaks of morning, all happy and bursting with life. It’s just that she didn’t want to. Nothing inspired her about her surrounding - her bed, the white wardrobe door, that deep colored curtain, or that mirror standing still across the room. She woke up every morning and looked around feeling strange, and stranger. As if life had uprooted itself and landed somewhere millions of miles away, where the palpable kinetic energy that surpasses reality, enters her blood stream and dives into the unknown, was gone. All of it. 

Why did people make such a big deal about waking up feeling like it’s a new day and that statement alone was enough to make you feel powerful, she did not know. She didn’t feel anything near it. Perhaps it’s one of those cliched facades of waking up and dreaming you have a different life, which her surrounding repeatedly told her that it wasn’t. It’s like taking a dip into the middle of the ocean, yet feeling like standing in the middle of a room, eating your breakfast cereal, watching your favorite tv show, warming your couch. But you are not in your element. You are under water, in a different world, watching yourself do boring monotonous things without any meaning while this world swam around you, constantly reminding you that it exists and you are a part of it, yet not really a part of it.

Where was this annui and fear coming from? When will this ambiguity be lifted? She did not know.

So she quietly got up, put on her mask, decided to ignore everything and go about her day. She ate her breakfast cereal, watched her favorite tv show and then turned off the television and sat in silence. 

~ Inspired by The Sinking World, by Andreas Franke

Fantastic concept

asylum-art:

Mohawk Project – The new project of underwater photography by Robert Staudinger and Andreas Franke 

After “The Vandenberg, Life Below the Surface” and “Stavronikita Project“, here is the new project of the Austrian photographer Andreas Franke, the third part of his series “The Sinking World“. This new series of photographs entitled “Mohawk Project“, uses, as the previous two, remnants of a submarine warship, here the USS Mohawk CGC, to give birth to surreal and aquatic life scenes, mixing with talent underwater photography and digital retouching. The highlight of the show: Andreas Franke then displays his amazing compositions under water, using the shipwreck as an amazing art gallery, only accessible to divers. A fascinating project!

21

Jun

asylum-art:

Glass Gellage by Michal Macku

Since the end of 1989, Michal Macku has used his own creative technique which he has named “Gellage” (the ligature of collage and gelatin). The technique consists of transfering the exposed and fixed photographic emulsion from its original base on paper. This transparent and plastic gelatin substance makes it possible to reshape and reform the original images, changing their relationships and endowing them with new meanings during the transfer. The finished work gives a compact image with a fine surface structure.

- William Ernest Henley

- William Ernest Henley

10

Jun

Waking Up

Hiding behind the lines

soft and squashable

Like smooth canvas paper

We fade.

07

Jun

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #802 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #802 by Tyler Knott Gregson