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just as you are making yourself, and you might as well do it with generosity and kindness and style. ~Rebecca Solnit
mai 2020, analog
canon A1
Passeig Marítim de la Barceloneta - Barcelona
© 2020 Oscar Alcañiz
* …and so we sat, in the throes of 2020’s viral antagonist’s frisson,
little realizing it was just an overlay - a nascent, problematic spray of transmission;
while fading into gray a problem internalized, deployed, near normalized in this post-civil righteous hovel;
blanketing the void, as a gaping schism, none too novel; an always annoying vestige of a racism
rimming an unmerited liberty of some too incensed to reckon the liminal boundary, too dense to beckon a seminal foundry
that’d make great any nation
should all cogs of the wheel be allowed just participation.
there’s no antidote for a inversed blessing not seen as a curse by those who’ve rehearsed by rote chapter & verse,
that window dressing called life, liberty, honest toil in happiness’ pursuit
that’s just a doilied lead overlay on a dinner tray still stocked with forbidden fruit. * 5/20 - lebuc - overlay
Ladybug losing its spot
Cat in need of a nap
Meek as a mouse
Deer in headlights
Dog chasing its tail
Peckish as a hen
On the range, in the wild
Captive and crazed...when I feel
Less than a functioning person
You resolutely yet soothingly
Say how you see me:
Beautiful, bright, strong
My own unique creature
Loving and lovable
Humming with humanity
When caterwauling and wailing
Amplify, clawing at myself
How hearteningly helpful
To be reminded of who I am
At heart
When I’m Small | iPhone Snap
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My cellphone photography
If it only matters to you
Then it doesn't really matter
Or at least that's what others
Have trained you to believe
Well believe me, it matters
Because you do and anything
You assign meaning to
Is meaningful since you are a
Deep well of thoughts and feelings
Interests, fears, and hopes
Whether still or churning
So much happening beyond
Whatever surface you show
To the world--more than
A mere reflective source
You and what matters to you
Are no less significant
Than those who shrilly shout
Over everyone else
That this blue exists…
makes my life a remarkable one, just to have seen it. To have seen such beautiful things. To find oneself placed in their midst. ― Maggie Nelson, Bluets
mai 2020
The Scorpion and the Frog
A scorpion, which cannot swim, asks a frog to carry it across a river on the frog's back. The frog hesitates, afraid of being stung by the scorpion, but the scorpion argues that if it did that, they would both drown. ... Midway across the river, the scorpion stings the frog anyway, dooming them both. The frog says why did you do that? The scorpion replied, because it is in my nature.
I got this old tale from the show AFTERLIFE which is written, produced, and directed by RICKY GERVAIS.
Great show if you like British dark comedy, which I really like.
Happy frog Friday Jennifer
Happy Friday! Hope you have an artsy great frog day…just like this little guy earlier this week. I found him hanging out on the solar panel of this outdoor light….and the next day a different all green frog was resting there…must be a comfy spot! Hope you all have a good weekend!
Something unpronounceable...
followed by a long silence points out my life is becoming a landscape. ― Mary Ruefle
The psychedelic forest
My art using artrage
Dusty, delicate roses
Radiance glowing through
Too bad you can't see
You are unequivocally
Lovely even when feeling
Overlooked, battered by
The elements of life
Rain and hail pelting; colors
Melting in high sun, drooping
Pieces dropping one by one
Learn all the facets of you
Beyond the eye-catching bloom
Tacitly approve every
Other component, root
To tiptop and respect
The pivotal role of each
Beauty of their being
Belonging to you, proving
You do not have to be picked
To be appreciated and adored
That can happen exactly--
In fact can start--
Where you are
mai 2020
@writerscreed prompt 179: open your eyes
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I wake up before dawn, at 4 AM. I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep, without success.
I give up, get dressed, and get into the car for a drive.
As I back out of my parking space, a sportscaster on the radio says, “I think they’ll be able to get back to baseball soon.”
I merge onto the freeway and head north. There are few other vehicles on the road. I pass an old station wagon filled with boxes and plastic bags. Someone moving, perhaps?
At mile marker 78.2, a tow truck’s lights flash as it pulls a car with a bashed-in front fender onto its bed. A man wearing shorts stands behind the vehicles, talking on his cell phone.
At exit 81, I can see the neon logo of the Shining Star Casino. The sign’s message board says, “Closed for Now. Stay Safe!!”
I pass a tractor trailer whose side exclaims, “This Truck Carries America’s Best Burgers”. I ate at one of the company’s restaurants before, in Texas. I was not impressed.
The sun begins to rise. I pull off the freeway, into the John Rogers Memorial Rest Stop. I tie my bandanna across my face.
Inside, the watered-down instrumental version of an ‘80s New Wave hit plays on the building’s speakers. I pour French Vanilla coffee into a cup that reads, “Open Your Eyes With Jolt Java”.
The cashier is wearing a green mask decorated with glazed donuts. He asks, “How are you doing, my friend?”
“Okay, you?”
He gives a thumbs up. “Off in an hour. Doing good.”
I pay with my card. The display asks, “Would you like to donate a dollar to the American Child Fund?”
I click the red “No”.
Once outside, I put my bandanna into my pocket. The parking lot is empty, except for three crows, gathered around a puddle. They stare at me as I lean on the front of my car and sip my coffee.
I watch the cars and trucks speed by on the freeway. When I tire of this, I get in my car and continue north.
