Glazes Part 2Glaze Recipes Part 2Glazes Part 24 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sharing a few formula's I use
all glazes are ^6 electric/oxidation
Floating Blue Revision 1
Nepheline Syenite 41
Gerstley Borate 17
Frit 3134 13
Red Iron Oxide 2
Cobalt Carbonate 1.5
presenting..."these songs shouldn't make me feel so sad."presenting...7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
said to myself, in between puffs of smoke
blown to wasps in my window. still, ever since
you started harvesting silence, my day-to-day details
have progressed to punishment ala prometheus.
skin unscathed, cloaking heartbreak daily.
chained to this rock, but sealed with a twist.
I'm eatin' up space and overcompensatin'. I've got
that bug-eaten junkie lovescratch itch. I've got them
shakes what jived (and shook from the inside).
oh no, I can't undo the pain in you.
this chip with boy ashoulder.
doin' time at the hotel. sickening
smile, carrying luggage. roots grown
deep & worsening breath.
you've got your own concerns
and I've just one of them...
dear, I fear I'm forever one word away from winning you.
MYSTJakeMYST5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Growing up in Las Vegas is probably the most difficult thing a teenager can endure. I mean, it is the crime capitol of Americacrime and kids don't exactly mix. The easiest way I can describe it to you is like a glass containing oil and water: the two substances don't go together without mixing them; and I don't intend to become a criminal.
For some reason, you never get used to the blinding glare of the neon signs outside of almost every single building, or the prostitutes walking the streets, not the constant honking of vehicle horns and angry screams of tourists and citizens, or the never ending, earsplitting shrieks of police sirens.
You don't even get used to the gunshots outside your window at night.
You're uneasy when you go out in the day, terrified when you go out at night, andif you're like me, anywayyou often sneak into bars and casinos with your fake I.D.'s and nobody takes a second glance at you. You can do anything you want in Sin City, believe it or
PeacePeacePeace9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Peace is boring. Nobody wants peace. If we wanted peace wouldn't we have it? What's stopping us? Peace bores people. People like to be in conflict, to have power, to rule, to fight for things....You never hear: You gotta peace for it! If you want something you have to make peace with it!!!
Peace is boring
Isn't it true that we're happier when we're waring?
Peace is lame
War is the fun game!
Peace is too light
People want to fight!
siber gnosisSiber Gnosis yayında!siber gnosis4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Siber Gnosis, Periferi Kollektif tarafından hazırlanan ve bağımsız sanatçı-çevirmen-yazarların gönüllü katılımıyla şekillenen, bir yatay yayıncılık deneyidir.
Siber Gnosis'in ilk sayısı, her bir nüshasına Periferi sanatçıları tarafından yapılan "işler" ile birer koleksiyon nesnesi olarak sunulmuştur. Sınırlı sayıda baskısı yapılan (150 adet) bu dergi, Yıkım 2011'den Toplum Düşmanı'na, Sürrealist Eylem'den Albemuth Bilimkurgu'ya, Periferi Kollektifin 10 yıllık birikiminin sonucu ortaya çıkmıştır.
Siber Gnosis; ağırlıklı olarak avangard, bilimkurgu, radikal politika, gotik ve heterodoksi alanlarında yay
LostI walk this desert, no stream in sight, my beliefs dead. With myLost4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
dreams far, I see mirages everywhere from what I could have
been if my morals still existed. From there I saw my old threats.
Soul for sale, it said.
That was hardly ironic. I had no use for it, and the predators
already made their bids, darkness staring me in the face. That's
alright. I've survived long enough, ready to fade.
Slowly, I kneel to the ground, the warmth of the sun thrown
away like an old rag. I knew, because all around me the desert
was burning. When you've lost everything, what could you do
but watch it turn to ash?
The Gift Of HopeThe Gift Of Hope11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In this world we call earth there is life and there is death. There is tragedy and there is hope. This is the story of how I came to know both.
Skies have turned dark and days stretch out longer then normal. I find my self at a place where I haven't been in some time. Death and pain has consumed these brown eyes. I find it sometimes hard to breath and even harder to smile. A magnificent soul, a beautiful human, and dear friend of mine is lost to the tragedies of life. All the tragic emotions of life have seeped in my body in these last few days. My heart grows tired and yet all I can do is weep and mourn for his death. With every ounce I hold left in my body I struggle to make way for hope. It is hard and yet it is a gift to know that hope still exist in such a time as this. For hope is the only chance I will have to live on with a smile.
It was a dark day for him as well. His world was silent and mean. He was fighting demons no one could see nor understand. He tucked himself away from
Am I the only one to start the revolution?Is there really FUCKING NOONE besides me who wants to see all the shopping malls burning, politicians panicking, crowd starting riots out of nowhere, molotovs flying in the air, sirens... Ton of drugs and alcohol, but the most important thing - revolution. Revolution against EVERYTHING. Because we were bought, sold, packed in cheap plastic bag and handed out to every fucking person in the world. Because there won't be anything new anymore, because NOTHING EXISTS BESIDES POPCULTURE? Besides neverending copy-paste, copy-paste. Everything happened, everything was predicted. The idea of who you are and who You'll become was already invented and sold before you were even born!Am I the only one to start the revolution?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'M I THE ONLY ONE THAT WANTS TO BURN THIS FUCKING WORLD TO THE GROUND???
NorthNorthNorth8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Which way is North?
On the Moon, which way is North?
On the Sun, which way is North?
In the center of the Universe, which way is North?
In empty space, which way is North?
Does the direction of North require a compass, or is it an abstract location based on the flow of events leading up to the decision to find North?
Does the direction of North depend on whose asking?
What is North?
What is my North?
What is your North?
I understand there is a Magnetic North and also a True North. If you want to find North with a compass it appears that the Moon, Planets and the Sun get involved with you and Earth so that the place where your compass takes you versus the place you were trying to find vary slightly.
Have you ever noticed when you try to accomplish anything involving say; your profession, your family, your friends or your art that the place where your journey takes you versus the place you thought you were trying to find vary slightly.
Funny how it seems the s
Ermenek Ustuneazrail'in çaldığı kapıları açmak cesaret ister. bile bile kanmak da. ölümü benimsemek de. tekrar tekrar deneyecek çünkü azrail o kapıyı açtırmak için. bazen ıslık çalacak, ki ıslıkları duyulmaz olacak suyun içinde. yırtılacak bir şeyler o ıslıklarla, kimilerinin vicdanı, kimilerinin göz yaşı bezleri, kimilerininse ar damarı. sudan adamlar yüzünden, sudan ölümler. ardında ertelenmekten uzak ölümler. yeniden eksilecek hafızalar sonrasında. unutulacak, bağrından parça kopanlar hariç herkesçe bu ölümler.Ermenek Ustune9 months ago in Emotional More Like This
birileri şaşıramaz hale gelecek bu yozlaşmışlıkta, birilerine rahat yatakları batmaz olacak. birileri iki damla gözyaşı dökmeyi görev bilecek, ama anaların kalbindeki ko
Paralel Evren KadkoyParalel Evren Kadıköy ya da yazılmamış 1 hikayeParalel Evren Kadkoy4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
İlk kitabını Kadıköy'de hazırlamış, sokak şiiri hareketi Kadıköy'de başlatmış, sokaklarından geceler günler boyu "derivé" yapmış, sarhoş olmuş, aklı karışmış bir sanatçının Kadıköy merkezli bir sergiye iş üretme süreci; mekana, yaşanmışlıklara, zamana, hafızaya ve oradan bilinçaltına doğru bir seyahat değil midir?
İstikamet Kadıköy'se, eski bir iş verilmeyecek, mutlak yeni ve iç dünyamdaki, uzayımdaki Kadıköyü nakşedecek bir çalışma yapılacaktı. Bu yüzden ruhsal haritamızdaki en manyetik alanları işaret ederek başladım tinsel haritama: Hayda
SoggettivoSoggettivo4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Il primo incrocia il mio sguardo,
mi fissa, gli ricordo qualcuno ma non mi riconosce.
Un po' ci rimango male, ma a pensarci bene neanche più di tanto.
Il secondo mi vede, sorride e sta per dirmi qualcosa, lo fermo in tempo con un cenno.
Non voglio che mi rivolga la parola, non voglio sentire le sue idiozie, le sue banalità, le sue formalità di rito;
non voglio avere niente a che fare con lui, è già troppo che prendo coscienza di quello che sento nei suoi confronti.
Il terzo lo guardo, ma il suo sguardo è rivolto altrove, non mi vede, non mi può vedere.
Chiamo il suo nome non troppo forte, per non disturbare né lui né gli altri.
Non mi sente.
Grido più forte, con tutta la voce che riesco a tirare fuori e ripeto il suo nome più e più volte.
Non voglio che mi dimentichi, non ci credo che si sia dimenticato di me...
Anche se è passato tanto tempo, voglio che mi riconosca e mi parli come ha sempre fatto.
unfinished thoughtsi.unfinished thoughts5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
wake up. i can't stay long.
we are a series of fleeting moments that spell out "bad timing" and "tragic romance". you are broken machinery and i am still trying to decipher the binary code for love. ones and zeros collide into a lump in my throat and suddenly, the idea of saying goodbye makes my fingertips ache and my wrists burn.
do you remember when we kissed? it was a messy pile of metaphors and we were scared that somebody would see us and try to clean us up. i still ghost the back of my hand over my lips and imagine that it's yours, but then i remember that "yours" and "mine" are not words that apply to you and me anymore.
here are three things that i never tried to tell you (though i really should have):
you are so goddamn vain.
you look so beautiful from this angle.
we really are fooling ourselves.
here are two things that i told you everyday ( and that i probably should have told you less):
i love you so much more than you could ever comprehend.
i want to be with yo
AugustLeaves were falling when you left.August1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
a letterdearest dear,a letter7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
there is a butterfly breathing its way out of you. there is a red & blinking button pressed to bear releasing. I am ever so sorry, but still collecting your colors. In the midst of apologies, still pressing your fragile frame to pages; special focus on forever. tomorrow, I will visit you inside your house. shortly thereafter, I will hide underneath your bed; making a nest of your blankets. the following morning, I will infiltrate breakfast disguised as a warm sip of tea.
that will become my favorite section, in retrospect. the part when you learned to call me "honey", honey. the part where I whispered and tickled your chin.
I hope this letter finds you well:
la la la-la love
TumultWhen your inners screamTumult5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Out so loud you think everyone can hear you
But you soon realise
that is not the case
You are trapped
Trapped and no where to go
Like the rabbit in his burrow
All exits blocked
Sitting tight ...
Waiting and hoping
Alert ready for flight
but it ain't that easy...
They are all there
Watching your every move
Tearing away at the ground to
get to you
For how long can I hold this fortress
I know not
The pain the longing the need
All things I feel
Should I just give in
Let go and be done with
I know not
But I do know...
Know that this is life
But also the thought of
The light in my Darkness
Letters To RomeoLetters To Romeo5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don't expect you to know me. Then again maybe you do. I do not know...I wonder sometimes weather you visit all the people that care about you...not only just the ones that knew you...maybe sometimes the ones that you never met? I have never had the oppourtunity. I was born too late...Both my siblings were alive when you were...I never had that chance. Of course then I think...If I was alive...how would I have handled your death?...much Like I handled Steve Irwin's I'd imagine...have you met him by the way? Wonderful man...I think Paul would like him...Anyways. I may have reacted like that...except I think it would have been much worse....For Steve I cried every night for about 3 or 4 nights...then I cried all over again when I watched his memorial service on the telly. For you...I don't know weather I would have been able to stop...Eventually of course I would...but even now, I was never alive when you were and i still cry for you...Everytime I hear Paul sing 'Here Today'.
Here lies the truthI found myself trapped in a whirlpool of the might have beens - and I did what any ordinary person would do and spent most of my life trying to climb out. And then I realised I was doing it all wrong. You might not ever be able to climb out - but you can wait a bit longer and somebody will come along who is more than capable of jumping down to your level - with a bit of rope.Here lies the truth5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You wouldn't know the truth about me by casting an eye over my body. You wouldn't find it in the crease of my smile or the green of my eyes. You couldn't see it in the way my hair falls forward because I'm feeling shy. You just couldn't. What I once had could never begin to make up for what I've lost.
I could offer myself to you and I expect you would gladly open me, searching for my soul to try and find the answers. Except it wouldn't be like that. It would be a dull echo of those times at christmas when the interesting packages look the best - only you open it and find it's not what you expecte
17. Somewhere in the distance a fire-engine is howling. The evening is full of screams that sound as the pre-recorded air-raid sirens that used to interrupt our TVs. We are the First Gulf War kids and the 24 hour countdown to my demise now begins.17. 8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
They always find their way back to me, as soon as I regain some half baked hope that my life can belong to me. At the exact moment when I press the ejection seat— to find release— they hijack the sky, they call me their home and as always, I will let them in.
I guess I am just sick.
on criticismi am aware that this site has it's own agendaon criticism5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
and it caters for the needs of it's adoring lama lovers
and thus the technical staff spend so much time feeding birthday cakes to hungry lamas that many bugs go unfixed
one of the biggest criticisms i have is that lamas should learn to blow out the candles before they eat them
Sutyenin TarihiSutyenin Tarihi3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Göğüs mü Meme mi? Sütyen mi Özgürlük mü?
60'lı yılların sonlarına geliniyordu. Amerika'da çiçek çocuklar yeni yeni sürgün vermeye başlamışlardı dallarından. Yanlardan da yeni feminist hareketler tomurcuklanıyordu. Dünya, sütyenlerini ellerine almış ateşe veren genç kadınlarla da işte o zaman tanıştı.
1968 Amerika Güzelinin (Miss America) seçildiği günlerdi. Üstelik güzelin boy boy afişleri pekçok sokağa asılmış, erkekler bu güzelliği onamaya davet edilmişti. 7 Eylül 1968 günü 100 kadar feminist kadın, "özgürlüğün çöp tenekesi" adını verdikleri bir çöp tenekesine yüksek topuklu ayakkabılarını, takma kirpikleri, makyaj ma
OyBütün güzel hikayeler bitti.Oy1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Saati gelen otobüs kasabayı gören son kavşağın rampasında kayboldu. İskele kenarından geçip şehre uzananan nehir üzerinde gidip gelen sal seferlerinin sonuna uzandı akşam. Kenarları törpülenmeye başladı çayın içine bırakılmış zencefilin. Gözleri kadının, bardağın camına bakarken, kendi aksinin üzerinden elbisesi kaydı. Çıplaklığı yayıldı coğrafyaya, hiç bir bayrak uğruna sallanmadı.
Yerel seçimlerden bir gün önceydi. Tenhaya çekilmiş evlerin bayraklı verandalarında dizi dizi istiflenmiş sandalyelerin üzeri, güneşe karşı gerinen ya da hareketsiz bedeninin ısınması için bekleyen kediler dışında bomboş say