Ghosts by Japan

When the room is quiet The daylight almost gone It seems there's something I should know Well I ought to leave but the rain it never stops And I've no particular place to go....

Today’s cultural moment

Lovely

bluebird of bitterness

Because you haven’t lived until you’ve heard “The Wellerman” sung in Ukrainian.

English translation:

There once was a ship that put to sea
The name of that ship was the Billy o’ Tea; 
The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
Blow, me bully boys, blow! 
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum; 
One day when the tonguin’ is done
We’ll take our leave and go. 

She had not been two weeks from shore
When down on her a right whale bore; 
The captain called all hands and swore
He’d take that whale in tow. 
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum; 
One day when the tonguin’ is done
We’ll take our leave and go. 

Before the boat had hit the water
The whale’s tail came up and caught her; 
All hands to the side, harpooned…

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High recognitions . . . Talk is powerful.

Purplerays

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    “Talk is powerful. Speak bad about someone and you expose all the ugliness in him, in yourself and whoever happens to be paying attention. Once exposed, the wound begins to fester and all are hurt.

    Speak good about the same person, and the inner good within him, within you and within all who participate begins to shine.”

    The Lubavitcher Rebbe

            Text and image source: The Lights of Kabbalah https://www.facebook.com/319023911580096/posts/2136068566542279/

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            Unter Donner und Blitz by Johann Strauss II

            https://youtu.be/Rk7p8P_1dj4 Unter Donner und Blitz1868Dance Johann Strauss II Johann Strauss IIClassicalBorn: 25 October 1825, Vienna, AustriaNationality: AustrianDied: 3 June 1899, Vienna, Austria Johann Strauss II was a composer of light music, dance music, and operettas. He was known as the Waltz King, having composed over 500 waltzes, polkas, and quadrilles, including ‘The Blue Danube’, Kaiser-Waltzer’, … Continue reading Unter Donner und Blitz by Johann Strauss II

            Two night owls- Short story

            A fabulous read with my tea – thank you

            The Darkest Fairytale

            The night had started bleak. I was tossing and turning and counting the sheep. This wasn’t the first time, nor the last. The clock struck midnight and time was passing fast. “A cup of tea,” of course. I knew the caffeine wouldn’t help. Inside, I was screaming, but all I could do was let out a welp. You see, night times were the times of inspiration and promise. The stars were shining, and at this time of night, my emotions were the most honest. I decided to give up and accept creative defeat. The barn was calling me, and I had a painting to complete. I climbed into my slippers and rolled on my dressing gown and headed next door, to a place where I expressed all my ups and downs. I tied my long blonde hair into a bun and set out on my way for some creative fun.

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            Brushes of Soul

            Laura Denise

            what if i’m a drifter
            not meant to float alone
            but to feel
            to the core
            every spirit
            i choose to know
            in brief encounters
            but bare
            soul to soul
            stripped to the glow

            fearless
            deep
            strokes
            of wounds
            and hopes

            what if my home
            is collectively
            each

            what if I crave
            the companionship 
            of such fleeting
            impressions
            that layer
            like honey –
            raw, sweet

            sticking
            in this amaranthine
            slip

            what if to be whole
            insatiable must be
            the need

            let’s feed

            each other
            truths

            when it comes 
            to how are you

            let’s feel

            let’s prove
            nothing
            to this world

            let’s love
            like we are
            eternal

            Poem and image ©LauraDenise

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            Winter Fae

            A Garret Poet

            Photo by Elina Fairytale on Pexels.com

            Winter Fae
            Form: Rondel

            We watched them dance upon the breeze
            As they fell, softly to the ground
            Like fairies swirling through the trees
            On gentle wings without a sound

            And while we sit drinking our teas
            The snowflakes falling all around
            We watched them dance upon the breeze
            As they fell, softly to the ground

            But will it last or will it tease
            And if we should touch the snowy ground
            Will our footprints ever be found
            As we danced here beneath the trees
            While watching them dance upon the breeze

            ©JGFarmer2022

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            Bow on String

            ‘The older the violin the sweeter the music’…. … I’m not so sure about that. Sure it might be true for the fiddle but does it relate to the human psyche ....

            Four Breton Girls by Paul Gauguin

            Four Breton Girls by Paul Gauguin Four Breton Girls1886Post-ImpressionismOil on canvasNeue Pinakothek, Munich, Germany Gauguin elected to depict four Breton girls in a field in no realist manner nor simple documentary. The visible landscape suggests the artist’s roots in Impressionism with an attendant ideal to capture the visual dalliance of a landscape on the artist’s … Continue reading Four Breton Girls by Paul Gauguin

            CANUDOS BIOlLOGICAL STATION — 1,300 ADULTS IS ALL WE HAVE — LEAR’S MACAW — PLANET EARTH SUNRISE SUNSETS group — PLANET EARTH NEWSLETTER blog

            All PLANET EARTH groups supports: Sierra Club* United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR) * American Bird Conservancy PLANET EARTH SUNRISE SUNSETS has over 5,000 members and over 117,000 photos and videos.  Lear’s Macaw SCIENTIFIC NAME: Anodorhynchus leari POPULATION: 1,300 adults IUCN STATUS: Endangered TREND: Increasing HABITAT: Arid caatinga (scrub forest) with sandstone canyons and stands of licuri palms. Alliance…CANUDOS BIOlLOGICAL … Continue reading CANUDOS BIOlLOGICAL STATION — 1,300 ADULTS IS ALL WE HAVE — LEAR’S MACAW — PLANET EARTH SUNRISE SUNSETS group — PLANET EARTH NEWSLETTER blog

            Double Loop by László Moholy-Nagy

            Double Loop by László Moholy-Nagy Double Loop1946BauhausPlexiglasMuseum of Modern Art, New York, USA Double Loop is a Plexiglas sculpture consisting of a series of geometrical planes with incision holes and slits flowing in a biomorphic curve to double back and enfold each other and themselves. Light and viewing perspective continually transform the mood and appearance … Continue reading Double Loop by László Moholy-Nagy

            Sentinel by Mike Oldfield

            https://youtu.be/pMu9HySuuWY Sentinel1992New Age Mike Oldfield Mike OldfieldNew AgeBorn: 15 May 1953, Reading, Berkshire, UKNationality: British Oldfield is a musician, composer, multi-instrumentalist, and songwriter, best known for his debut album Tubular Bells in 1973. Primarily a guitarist Oldfield also plays a range of instruments including keyboards and percussion, as well as doing vocals. Throughout his career, … Continue reading Sentinel by Mike Oldfield

            The Sleeping Rose

            A Garret Poet

            The Sleeping Rose
            Form: Sapphic Stanza

            She lies upon ivory sheets,
            her body poised in rest's repose,
            in dreams she tastes heavenly treats,
            the sleeping rose.

            Her crimson lips, so soft and moist,
            betray the passion within her dreams,
            her secret love remains unvoiced,
            in sleeping schemes.

            Her flawless fancy comes each night,
            perfect, the hero found in sleep,
            no false debate, just pure delight,
            in passions seep.

            When morning calls her mind awake,
            her smiling eyes cannot disguise,
            how love departs with dream's keep sake
            and yawning sighs.

            ©JGFarmer2014

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            Fusion

            A Garret Poet

            Photo by Lisa on Pexels.com

            Fusion
            Form: Sapphic Stanza

            The noisy outside world is the only sound
            that disturbs the silence of our passion
            yet even that fades into fragrant symphonies
            as my lips taste yours.

            I think we made love from that first cautious breath
            across the chitter-chatter of crowded rooms,
            not publicly or physically, of course
            just our eyes caress.

            That moment of intimate fusion intent
            within a glance of unlimited sweet longing
            drowning the chaos of reality as love
            beckons the first time.

            Inhaling time as it stood still in essence
            of orchids kindle my desire for your French,
            leaving my tongue dry by moistening lips
            hunger for heaven.

            Atmospherics of sexual tension build
            splitting and cracking like lightning across air
            yet still I am frozen with a glass in hand
            daring you to stare.

            Fully clothed your eyes make me vulnerable
            open to scrutiny without restriction

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            The Battle of the River Plate by Brian Easdale

            https://youtu.be/4t_yIWPZoek The Battle of the River Plate1956Film and TV Brian Easdale Brian EasdaleOpera, Film and TV, Orchestral, ChoralBorn: 10 August 1909, Manchester, UKNationality: EnglishDied: 30 October 1995, London, UK Easdale was a composer of operatic, orchestral, film, and choral music. He was best known for his film music including Black Narcissus(1947), The Red Shoes (1948), … Continue reading The Battle of the River Plate by Brian Easdale

            Art Therapy: Find Your Happy Place

            Artistcoveries

            Art therapy isn’t always about catharsis. It’s not always about healing what hurts. Sometimes the best art therapy comes from celebrating what’s good, looking at things we love, and going to that happy place where we like who we are.

            We all have happy places, don’t we? For me, I’ve always felt happiest when I’m in the woods or near water. I always feel at peace in such surroundings, especially if it’s a place that’s hidden away from the rest of the world, a secret place where I can be alone with nature.

            I’ve been fortunate in life to have found many such places. I love hiking trails, quiet lakes, deep woods. So, when I came to today’s “art therapy” project, I knew that’s what I wanted to create — my own childlike version of the woods and water that I love.

            My little scribbled drawing took only a…

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            Eljen a Magyar by Johann Strauss II

            https://youtu.be/BW3uPD0suds Eljen a Magyar1869Dance Johann Strauss II Johann Strauss IIClassicalBorn: 25 October 1825, Vienna, AustriaNationality: AustrianDied: 3 June 1899, Vienna, Austria Johann Strauss II was a composer of light music, dance music, and operettas. He was known as the Waltz King, having composed over 500 waltzes, polkas, and quadrilles, including ‘The Blue Danube’, Kaiser-Waltzer’, and … Continue reading Eljen a Magyar by Johann Strauss II

            The End of Twilight

            A Garret Poet

            The End of Twilight
            Form: Sapphic Stanza

            Beyond the horizon, the sun lies fallen
            and stars have yet to show in glorious light;
            The night's darkest hour has come with hidden sighs
            of silent vampires.

            The scent of flesh stalks the land with evil minds;
            malign intentions hunting innocent blood
            The living dead of noble descent feeding
            on a virgin's vein.

            Demonic caress leaves a sorrowful soul;
            to mourn a passing dream of desire's touch;
            Unholy spirit with a satanic heart;
            Incubi by name.

            Ever youthful, immortal with godless smiles,
            bring ceaseless nightmares with a cold deathly touch
            Resides in everlasting Cimmerian realm;
            at End of Twilight.

            ©JGFarmer2014

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            Fall Fields by Wayne Thiebaud

            Fall Fields by Wayne Thiebaud Fall Fields2017PhotorealismOil and acrylic on canvasCollection of the artist With vibrant colours and a steep perspective ‘Fall Fields’ is typical of Thiebaud’s landscape paintings. While based on observation, the artist exaggerates shapes, patterns and colours – flattening and distorting the scene almost to the point of abstraction, resulting in a … Continue reading Fall Fields by Wayne Thiebaud