Lucian Freud

Detail of the Burning Bush triptych by Nicolas...
Detail of the Burning Bush triptych by Nicolas Froment, showing René and his wife Jeanne de Laval (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Moses receiving the Law
Moses receiving the Law (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The apple it was that made man glad

The language your forefathers spoke
Dwells in your images.
Faces bleed with feeling.
Bodies rise out like rocks.
Your self portrait sings
Me,myself.I am.
As God spoke from the burning bush
You took the flame and ran

Get me fixed

The Gutenberg Bible displayed by the United St...
The Gutenberg Bible displayed by the United States Library of Congress, demonstrating printed pages as a storage medium. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Monument to Franz Kafka by the sculptor Jarosl...
Monument to Franz Kafka by the sculptor Jaroslav Róna (2003), next to the Spanish synagoge, in Prague, Czech Republic. Bronze, height 375cm. Note: Freedom of panorama#Czech Republic Français : Monument à Franz Kafka, œuvre du sculpteur Jaroslav Róna (2003), près de la la synagogue espagnole à Prague, en République tchèque. Bronze, hauteur : 375 cm. Note : Liberté de panorama#Tchéquie (République tchèque) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Get me fixed

No tricks

Expects’ a fuss.
Politics are us.
Due to anemones.
Rush her.
saw the truth
For a tooth.
Ran as fell
Tame me well.
Fez for her
Lez for a tear
No floor.
No door.
What’s not here?
Impressed her?
Compressed air/
Cloth ears
He clears the fish quays
Wrongs of followed men
He’s a liar
Eye in the sky-er
Tormented equations.
How detailed.
Bow to females
Canny as hell
Planned as well
Oh,his ear.
Never fear.
Panic rations
Euphoric nations

Kafka ‘s passions

Iron aint rationed
Oh,I’ll try her!
In a coma
with a Adorno.
Keeps men warmer.
Seek her
Peek at her
Saw ’em
Flawed ’em
Take a look.
Bake the cook.
What a fluke.
Are you a duke?
The chef’s a liar
I’m the Messiah.
Tomorrow we fire.
Saggy and grey
You’re on the Way
No pariah’s
Ban on liars.
Hell,it fires
See the spires
Well,we’ll see.

Hell,it’s he

Some bulls are only e-males

A plunesh bull in a kitch
A plush bull in a kitchen


Some bulls are only  e-males

The Pope has his own bull…..why can’t he have two so they can mate!

I  have seen cow pats but never bullshit..I never let a bull shit near me,oy vez

Some people enjoy bullfights.They like the inevitability of it.Like  death.

How about bullets… are they young bulls?

And bulletins are premature bullets,I think.

Cock and bull story,right here


Art is the literature of the eye.
Blood is the food of the brain.
Cunning is the wisdom of the serpent
Diagrams are the heart of the engineer.
Excuses are the politeness of strangers.
Flying is the joy of dreamers.
Green is the colour of woods in summertime.
Habits are the railroads of the mind.
Ink is the blood of writers.
Jams are the icing on the Motorway.
Kleenex is the friend of teardrops.
Limits are the edges of the friendship.
Music is the soother of souls.
Noise is the enemy of peace.
Obligations are the joys of friendship.
Queues are the neat Brit way of waiting.
Ruin is the risk of gamblers.
Splendour is the duty of monarchs.
Time is not waiting.
Unanimity is a very rare state in any group.
Value is a matter of judgment.
War is not a good way to bring peace.
Xylophones are rarely heard in my home.
Youth is full of beauty.
Zebras are officially striped and appreciated.

Professional or Hobbyist?

Interesting discussion

Suzie Speaks

A few years ago, during a night out, I was introduced to a man in his early twenties that was the school acquaintance of a friend. During the general polite conversation that followed I asked him what he did for a living, to which he replied, “I’m a photographer.” I immediately found the subject interesting (I love photography) and started asking him lots of questions – what his main points of interest were, who he worked for, how he got into it – and after a few minutes it became evident that he wasn’t a photographer at all. In truth, he was a barman with a good camera who liked taking photographs. I was a little confused (and slightly insulted) by the fact that this man had ‘bent the truth’ in an attempt to appear more successful or creative – I’ve done plenty of bar work over the years and…

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Authenticity is invaluable

Jim Jarmusch

“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”
Jim Jarmusch

“The inner processes are very patient.”

And of course the inner processes are very patient. The puzzle of humanness is
apparently not meant to be a simple affair to be easily mastered. Whatever deals
with human lives is naturally patient.
—Wilson van Dusen,
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