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Tracings
Weird art
Pieces ready to be joined
2009-2022
1993
Click on photos to enlarge and see commentaries made about some during earlier postings.
Children are the parts of themselves that parents leave behind when they die—actual physical tracings that will last for as long as their line reproduces. Yet, they have no control over what the children add to their genes to pass on down through time. Each generation melds together with the genes of other families to create a new assemblage composed of bits and pieces of the physical and mental characteristics gleaned from each side of the family to form a new identity.
Childless, I have only what I create to carry me forward into the far future—my poems, stories and books as well as the found object collages that I have created over the past eighteen years. In them I leave the tracery of my life—the long trailings of where I have been, whom I have known, what I have thought. But unlike children, they are glued down, painted, securely fastened to stay as I have intended them to be.
Vestiges of my entire life story are stored in them: moments happy, sad, delirious, tedious, exciting, passionate, depressed, thoughtful, nostalgic. They are souvenirs of travel, heartbreak, reading, lost loves, found adventures. I have no idea where they will eventually end up. In a trash heap? On a table or shelf or in a box stored on a shelf? Or will they travel as I once did? Will the box that records Andy’s death end up back in Africa? Will that record of my early childhood school days wind up back in my prairie town? Will some quantum miracle bring all of the items back to their origins by a force stronger than the one that bonded them together? Will the pieces fly apart, each going in its own direction?
Perhaps this is what happens to all of us at our death—subatomic particles flying back to some prehistoric origin, ready to start their journeys outward once again. Our whole lives are assemblages. Each of us assembles a life as much by our choice of what we draw into it as by what we are given by nature and by birth. Every life is, in a larger sense, a work of art; and how it is recorded—by human genes or by pinning it down on a board or in an assemblage or sculpture or representationally in a book or on canvas—is our choice.
Prompt words today are tracery, delirious, assemblage and identity.
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/rdp-saturday-tracery/
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/23/fowc-with-fandango-delirious/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/your-daily-word-prompt-assemblage-march-23-2019/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/23/identity/
If Democratic Socialism is so Bad, Why is Norway so Great?
Photo and article from “The Week.” Read below to see an example of what has worked for Norway.
Kalanchoe Real Size
As always, click on photos to enlarge. jdb photos
I’ve been showing all these closeups of kalanchoe flowers, but thought I should show them en masse for those who haven’t seen them before–or didn’t recognize them in macro.
For Cee’s FOTD
Bookbound
Even the most intriguing book can become a dungeon of our own choosing. Comfortable as it is to read the stories of others, we only truly satisfy life by moving out into it and creating our own.
The prompts today are book, intriguing, dungeon and satisfy. Here are the links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/rdp-friday-book/
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/22/fowc-with-fandango-intriguing/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/your-daily-word-prompt-dungeon-march-22-2019/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/22/satisfy/
dVerse Poets Open Link: If I Were Water and You Were Air
If I Were Water and You Were Air
I used to be restless water—
only the froth and currents
of a moving life.
Now I am still water,
sinking down to where
I can be found
by anyone willing to stand quietly
and look.
Is it true that moving water never freezes?
Is it true that still waters run deep?
Is it true that we are wed in steam?
“What if, caught by air,
it never lets me go?” I ask.
“But even water
turned to air
must fall at last,” you say.
“And what if I fall farther from you?”
I say. “Or what if I never again find banks
that open to contain me?”
I used to be swift flowing water.
Now I am a pool that sinks me deeper every year.
So deep, so deep I sink
that on its way to find me,
even air may lose its way.
This is a poem written 5 years ago.
For dVerse Poets. See other poems from dVerse HERE.
Sixteen-Year-Old Climate Activist Greta Thunberg Nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize
Another Moss Rose: FOTD Mar 21, 2019
For Cee’s FOTD
Dining Out on Aches and Pains
Dining Out on Aches and Pains
Every day they exercise their God-given right
all of their various maladies and twinges to recite.
Over coffee in the morning and martinis after five,
they nod their heads with wonder that they are still alive.
Over pork with wine sauce, they whine about their bladders.
They complain about dizziness. They cannot ascend ladders.
Obstructions in their bowels and needed hip replacements
seem not to curb their appetites for listing such debasements.
From head to toe, they tell the rest each disease and malfunction,
discuss medicine and herbs, consider extreme unction.
They moan about their neck aches and complain about each corn.
This relation of their aches and pains amounts to senior porn!
As though proud of each new symptom, they relate them with some glee,
hoping to receive some newfound sympathy from me,
but in fact I’ve heard all of their ills time and time again,
and I think that it’s their telling that is a royal pain!!
Prompts for today are exercise, symptom, royal and rest. Here are the links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/21/rdp-thursday-exercise/
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/03/21/fowc-with-fandango-symptom/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/03/21/your-daily-word-prompt-royal-march-21-2019/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/21/rest/
Flowers and Birdsong: FOTD, Mar 20, 2019
For Cee’s FOTD
