I should've been born when swing
dancing was first introduced.
When grand ballrooms and movie palaces
dotted the urban landscape
and Roger's Park was the neighborhood
for the nouveau riche.
I should've been born in time for the
Great Experiment, when hooch
was served in swank back alley
parlors and gangsters ran the city,
though the politicians would tell you
otherwise.
I should have been born for the
glorious days of the city, when
the El was new, Art Deco was
daring, when fedoras were
snatched off and trench coats
flapped crisply in the
November winds of the Loop,
amplified b
Dipping a brush into the paint,
I paint a broad stroke on the canvas,
Followed by another streak of color.
Line and curve flows from the brush.
I stipple down shadow and light
And soon from off the canvas glances a face.
How one can form a face
Out of stretched fabric and paint
Is amazing. In this dim light,
The eyes glisten, free of the canvas
Texture, wet and clear, no brush
Strokes visible, irises deep with rich color.
I am pulled into these limpid color
Pools of my own creation, set deep in this face
That my hands translated from brain to brush
And set down in paint,
Spreading it thin and thick over the canv
The rice paper screens grow lighter, fading up from a dark slate grey to a translucent saffron, their wooden frames casting soft shadows on the floor's black-framed tatami mats, backlit by the early morning light. Floor to ceiling rice paper and wood dividers separate the room into sublime sections of a sublime whole, a private space, containing an elegant dearth of material things, a space where time slows to a stop. Suffused by this morning glow, nestled in a rice-husk pillow, the silence is overwhelming.
However, it must be realized that even here, in this sanctuary of earthen textures, there is not absolute silence. There is the patte
I should've been born when swing
dancing was first introduced.
When grand ballrooms and movie palaces
dotted the urban landscape
and Roger's Park was the neighborhood
for the nouveau riche.
I should've been born in time for the
Great Experiment, when hooch
was served in swank back alley
parlors and gangsters ran the city,
though the politicians would tell you
otherwise.
I should have been born for the
glorious days of the city, when
the El was new, Art Deco was
daring, when fedoras were
snatched off and trench coats
flapped crisply in the
November winds of the Loop,
amplified b
Current Residence: Wauwatosa, Wisconsin Favourite genre of music: classic rock Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams Operating System: OS X Mountain Lion MP3 player of choice: iTunes Favourite cartoon character: Kronk
so yes...I've decided to try a 1 month subscription, to see if it's worth it for a deviant who really doesn't upload much. We'll see, I guess...now if I got a digital camera, we'd be going somewhere, but heaven know's when I'd be able to afford one...