A collaboration between Animator Jonathan Hodgson and Illustrator Jonny Hannah, based on a poem by Charles Bukowski.
What have they in common,
Those who are dead and those who live,
But blood and shit and shit and blood?
Whether dead or live or live or dead…
It matters not; we’re leaking bags of it.
Begging your pardon. This was inspired by some minor ongoing health problems that could be the subject of some geezer gossip… but I don’t know you well enough. However the circumstance brought to mind Aidan Hartley’s autobiography, The Zanzibar Chest, wherein he writes about his experiences as a war correspondent (a good and vivid read, as you might imagine). Out came this dismal bit of doggerel.
I think I’m in a bad mood.
“In a surreal synapse, a young woman laments her teen years, her home town and the death of a friend.” A film written and directed by Dani Pearce, based on a poem written and performed by Olivia Gatwood.
Re: above. I’m not sure about “friend”.
Photo / graphic by Roman
A painting here then gone:
More pointless hues upon
A wall oblivious to all.
It is not that I have no past. Rather, it continually fragments on the terrible and vivid ephemera of now.
— from Dhalgren by Samuel Delaney
I’m not sure that this is poetry, but it should be. It may as well be. It is truly amazing:
“Alan Bissett recalls the intense experience of growing up next to one of Europe’s largest petrochemical plants and the harrowing experience of an explosion that temporarily deformed his father.”
Directed, edited & composed by Adam Stafford
Written & performed by Alan Bissett
Filmed, produced & edited by Leo Bruges
Produced & edited by Peter Gerard
Continuing with yesterday’s theme of intoxication, consider NERDO’s interpretation of the poem by Charles Bukowski.
The voice over is performed by David Wayne Callahan.
Here’s a glass for the late Bill Pelz.
Produced and directed by Charles Williams, written and performed by Tariro Mavondo:
And your answer to her question is… ?
Grease moon in an
Photo / graphic by Roman.
This from Samantha Jayne:
I understand the photographic fascination with flowers. They are so endlessly complex and colorful. And since we’re gazing at botanic genitals, flowers at the very least seem… hopeful. But flowers are not my first choice as a subject for photos. For one thing, I let my camera do most of the thinking, consequently there are so many other photographers who do so much better at photographing flowers than I. Granted, that hasn’t stopped me from pointing my camera at any number of other things. But I also know very little about botany, the life sciences (particularly taxonomy) never having been of much interest to me. If I have to give my camera partial credit for a photo, I’d like to pretend to some useful or interesting information about the subject of the photo.
In my mind, at least, flowers are associated with spring, but fall also blossoms. It’s not just leaves that color the season. So here, without much hope, is a September bouquet from around Rogers Park while the leaves are mostly still green.
Lipstick never really went away,
But it appears more popular today.
Why…? I do not know.
Maybe it’s just for show.