Remember Our Humanity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I watched the suffering of the Haitian people I felt helpless and small in the wake of this human disaster. I watched mothers who had lost children, children who had lost parents, volunteers who had lost limbs and nearly their lives and felt sick because I cannot be there, I cannot pass out water, give bread or wash a face.

So I prayed and realized that I am doing what I can do. Please all my friends do what you can do as well. A prayer..a thought..a dollar, a phone call, a post…Lets  show our humanity in any way we can.

Thanks

I love you all

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Enlightenment

 

How is this

Science of Linguistics,

That bates and begs

the moras of its discipline..

In perfect sequence of seventeen

from this lofty tower

does it ivory strut and  ivory preen ..

 

And with precision can speak to that ,

which is indescribable I fear;

from any mouth to any ear?

 

To articulate through anything but deed,

that which is generalized ,

dependant on ones need.

Presents such contradiction

Is this I feel,

as if to transform soft flesh to hardened steel ..

 

And then upon its weighted words

and strength I fell ,

and  through the  ivory clear I peered,

and  found it to be so..indeed.

The “Amazing” Liu Bolin

 

The 35 year old Liu Bolin, from Shandong, China manages to camouflage himself in any surroundings, no matter how difficult they might be. Here he uses a cannon for his subject

The Incredable Liu Bolin

 

The 35 year old Liu Bolin, from Shandong, China manages to camouflage himself in any surroundings, no matter how difficult they might be.

Design

 

 

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth–
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches’ broth–
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?–
If design govern in a thing so small.

Robert Frost

Wonderful Weird Art

Maybe you have heard about him… or maybe not. Liu Bolin, an inspirational and fascinating artist. Some artists paint flowers, others paint abstract figures, he paints himself. But in such way he becomes one with the world and objects around him. He blends with the environment and gives birth to amazing illusions.

Whether it’s a graffiti or a phone booth he’s there, WELL HIDDEN  

Friendship

Friendship turned and spoke to me:
‘Always I’ll be there;
Never mind the fretting or the woes,
Nay, tell! – be you in the doldrums, deep of Hell,
Or any other dire straights my friend,
For you, I would stand here ever at your side
From distant time to now, the bitter end.’

 Mark R Slaughter