If I were blind, I’d have to feel my love

If I were blind, I’d have to feel my love
Your face, your skin, your body, all  so warm
I’d whisper in your ear like a small dove

I’d sniff you everywhere  and touch ungloved
Your arms, your legs, your chest, and bring you calm
If I were blind, I’d have to feel my love

And even all of that is  not enough
I’d want to dance with you, wrapped in your arms
I’d whisper in your ear like a small dove

Close your eyes and  go to sleep, I’ll prove
That I can caress you  with my sweet  balm
If I were blind, I’d have to feel my love

And you could caress me too if that were good.
We must enjoy the plenitude in turn
I’d whisper in your ear like a small dove.

Oh.would that God would  aid my  fierce  distress
As with  my fear, I lie low  in the dust
If I were blind, I’d have to feel my way
But were it God, I’d not know what to say

 

 

To Nothing

To see things from the centre of  our lives
We need to vanish from  our earthly minds
To get perspective from the vanished point
With silent prayer and stillness, we must   haunt

We enjoy  the losing  of the self in flow
With our heart and mind, we let all go
Yet sadly we compete for image fine
As if our clothes and hair are what defines

When in pain, we focus on our self,
We lose that focus as we regain health.
What is our ego to that infinite point?
A point is nothing, can’t be seen, nor caught.

So into Nothing ,we must go with  song
As trusting Nothing, we cannot be wrong.

In the  total stillness is his grace

The vanishing point’s not something we can snare,
For as we move towards it, it’s nowhere.
The two sides of a road will never meet
Despite you run with your eternal feet.

Yet we seem to see it as we stare,
Its existence is remote yet clear.
In the geometry of  dimension three,
Infinitely dear, this point ‘s not me

And so I ask myself if God compares.
We need his “presence” whether he is ” here.”
Without  that “point of view.” we have no “selves”
To see the holy earth in all its wealth.

Fast retreating from the ones who chase
In the  mystic stillness, he is grace

 

 

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Perspective and vanishing points

https://www.thoughtco.com/vanishing-point-drawing-What Is a Vanishing Point in Art?

The Key to Drawing in Perspective

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A vanishing point, or point of convergence, is a key element in many works of art. In a linear perspective drawing, the vanishing point is the spot on the horizon line to which the receding parallel lines diminish. It is what allows us to create drawings, paintings, and photographs that have a three-dimensional look.

The easiest way to illustrate this in real life is to stand in the middle of a straight road.

When you do this, you’ll notice how the sides of the road and the lines painted on it meet in one spot on the horizon. The center line will go straight for it and the lines on the side will angle in until all of them intersect. That point of intersection is the vanishing point.

USING A VANISHING POINT IN ART

Take a look at the objects in the room around you. Those items that are further away from you appear smaller and closer together than objects that are nearby. As objects get even farther away, they become very tiny and eventually they converge into a single point.

This is a sort of optical illusion that we attempt to emulate when drawing a picture. Without it, everything would look flat and the scene would have no depth. Also, the viewer would not be able to relate the scale and distance of objects.

The simplest way to see this is in a one-point perspective drawing. In it, all of the horizontal and vertical lines of the primary plane run straight with the paper.

The lines that move away from us—the sides of boxes, the road we are on, or the railway lines in front of us—converge towards the center of the picture. These are called orthogonal lines, a term derived from mathematics.

The center point is the vanishing point. When drawing, you will use it as the target for all of your orthogonals and this is what gives the drawing perspective.

MORE THAN ONE VANISHING POINT

In two-point perspective, our subject is angled so that each of the two sides—left and right—have their own vanishing point. In real life, the angle between these combines with our low point of view to make the vanishing points appear very far apart.

If you’re drawing from life and try to construct your vanishing points, you’ll find that they are often off of the paper. They can even be as much as an entire meter across your wall or table. When working from a photograph, that distance can change depending on the lens used by the photographer.

HOW TO HANDLE MULTIPLE VANISHING POINTS

In three-point perspective, each of the vanishing points can be even more extreme. This leads to a problem about where to place your vanishing points for reference.

Artists have a few tricks to help them solve this issue. Many who have a great deal of experience simply imagine where their vanishing points are. This, however, comes with years of practice and a great understanding of correct perspective.

Most people will find it useful to place vanishing points on the edges of the paper. This must be done on a plane that is equal to where the vanishing point would normally be. Again, it takes a bit of visualization to find this spot.

When you are brand new to constructing perspective, it will be most helpful to use an extra sheet of paper. Place this on the table next to your drawing paper and tape both pieces down if needed to ensure they don’t move. Use the spare paper to mark your vanishing point and use it as a reference for all of your orthogonal lines.

As you become experienced with this, analyze your drawings to find the location of the vanishing points on the drawing paper. Soon, you will be able to forego the second sheet altogether.

 

The vanishing point— used in perpective drawings

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https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/point_at_infinity

Noun[edit]

point at infinity (plural points at infinity)

  1. An asymptotic point in 3-dimensional space, viewed from some point, at which parallel lines appear to meet and which in perspective drawing is represented as a vanishing point 

Lace curtains

Did you know that if you wear spectacles you can buy net curtains for the lenses.I am unsure what the police  may think but it hides your eyes quite well and you can still see as long as you wash the nets weekly

Alternatively, you can buy hats with veils.Beware if you are a man…it could give the wrong message or the right one!If that’s no good but a black bin bag on your head with holes for your eyes,nose   and mouth and a sign on saying

I’m  just an introvert

Keep quiet

Alas, people might think you are wearing religious dress.Which religion makes you wear bin liners? I have no idea.You could say you are an unenclosed nun!

You must go out or you may get SAD.I caught it and I am in deep misery all day.Then I stay up all night cleaning the bathroom.It’s hard life being so full of good will and yet needing a human of my own.I will even marry a human if it’s legal……I’m just a pen here with an attached body.

Isn’t life fun when you are crazy?

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Or is it to manipulate she’s here?

The widow makes complaints, as if I’m God
Again she says she loved her husband  dear
I would love to help her if I could

There are a few alternatives to plot
Accept, endure, there is no answer clear
The widow makes complaints as if I’m God

She thinks committing suicide  is good;
Or is it to manipulate she’s here?
I would like to help her if I could.

I feel my mouth go dry as if I’m wood.
I have my own  new little boat to steer
The widow makes comp ints, as if I’m God

I can understand the thickening of the blood
My mind is filled with sadness  when she’s near
I would have surely helped her if I could.

It’s true that grief feels like a panic fear
Without  the one who loved you ,your heart’s seared
The widow makes complaints, as if I’m God
I can never help her, no one could

 

 

 

 

My printer

My printer is an introvert dismayed
With the Wi Fi router, it’s not pleased
My printer will not print again today.

Next, it starts to  print from Google Cloud
Somehow Google has it seized
My printer is malicious and too proud.

I go back to the laptop but by now
It’s decided to do updates , am I pleased?
I’ll have to use the Chromebook if allowed.

Windows says I have got no home group
It runs a troubleshooter as a wheeze
Round and round it  runs in a strange loop.

The Windows laptop  is a great device
Unless when you sit by it you shed leaves
Or use its heat to boil a pan of rice

They told me using laptops is a breeze
And foolishly I submitted to their pleas
My printer is an introvert dismayed
My printer will  only print  on cloud  today.

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Famous poems

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https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem-day

They publish a poem  by a well known poet every day

 

L’Envoi

Where are the loves that we have loved before
When once we are alone, and shut the door?
No matter whose the arms that held me fast,
The arms of Darkness hold me at the last.
No matter down what primrose path I tend,
I kiss the lips of Silence in the end.
No matter on what heart I found delight,
I come again unto the breast of Night.
No matter when or how love did befall,
’Tis Loneliness that loves me best of all,
And in the end she claims me, and I know
That she will stay, though all the rest may go.
No matter whose the eyes that I would keep
Near in the dark, ’tis in the eyes of Sleep
That I must look and look forever more,
When once I am alone, and shut the door.