project 365 mobile | mono | square | week 31

On Sunday, 14 June 2015, I launched my Project 365.

You can see all the images as they are posted, each day, to the mobile | mono | square album on my flickr account.

You can also browse all of myΒ weekly updates ,which are postedΒ each Sunday,Β hereΒ .

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qwerty / azerty

But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.
― George Orwell, 1984


I think,

QWERTY

You think,

AZERTY


for wordpress weekly photo challenge – alphabet

and lucile’s photo 101 rehab

*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor f/1.4 50mm lens, mac and dell mixed in photoshop cc*

see also alphabet | belgianstreets

poetry | 101 | rehab | place

You seem to understand my questions, but your answers make no sense to me.
That’s typical of life, isn’t it?
― Alasdair Gray


Welcome to this week’s Poetry 1o1 Rehab Prompt.

My prompt this weekΒ is PLACE.

Once again, I skate on thin ice, writing (perhaps) from the view of a pigeon, or (mibby) the observer of a pigeon, once (or twice) removed.

So, this week, write a poem to describe what it means to haveΒ a place that makes you feel safe, or a place that once did, and does nae longer.

And in doing so, show us your place, and space.


A space, and place,
in which he,
became,
so easily, dis-placed

and,

(mibby) re-placed
even, before
he, (ever) knew, his
place.

No,
grace.
Deep,
space.
No,
trace.

That face,
re-membered up,
above, in
that
(elevated) place, a
cheery,
wave, from that
(terrace), and
walking away,
thinking that place
was a good
place.

To be.

A pigeon, sitting,
on
a lamp post.

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project 365 mobile | mono | square | week 30

On Sunday, 14 June 2015, I launched my Project 365.

You can see all the images as they are posted, each day, to the mobile | mono | square album on my flickr account.

You can also browse all of myΒ weekly updates ,which are postedΒ each Sunday,Β hereΒ .

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weight(less)

The body, she says, is subject to the force of gravity. But the soul is ruled by levity, pure
― Saul Bellow


a lifetime ago, this hand held

a new life, eyes barely open

(and more since, after that first new

life)

a weight lifted

a weight forever to carry

(whatever)

and now

that new life

will soon

also bring (its own) new life

the weight will lift again

and once more

become heavier,

and lighter


for wordpress weekly photo challenge – weight(less)

see also weightless on belgianstreets

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poetry | 101 | rehab | fem

I hate men who are afraid of women’s strength

― AnaΓ―s Nin


Welcome to this week’s Poetry 1o1 Rehab Prompt. Β The first of 2016.

My prompt this weekΒ is FEM.

I have tried, and, perhaps in doing so, skated on thin ice, to writeΒ from a perspectiveΒ different than my own. I may, or may not, have achieved that. No doubt, I will find out soon enough.

So, this week, write a poem to describe what it means to be feminine, in your world, or in some other (part of the) world; or, take a different spin from the post and write about something from the perspectiveΒ of another person, or, if the fancy takes you, something not even human.

And in doing so. Show no mercy.


I am.

Like you.

I am.
I have two legs, two arms,
two eyes.
A brain (with two sides),
just like you.

(more)

I want, and need,
like you, more than,
you.
I canΒ do, all you can,
and more.

(than you can)

I am,
woman.
I can.
I do.
I need,
no rescue.

(by you)

I need.
No.
Mercy.

I am,
human

(and you?)

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project 365 mobile | mono | square | week 29

On Sunday, 14 June 2015, I launched my Project 365.

You can see all the images as they are posted, each day, to the mobile | mono | square album on my flickr account.

You can also browse all of myΒ weekly updates ,which are postedΒ each Sunday,Β hereΒ .

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circle

What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.
― Haruki Murakami, After the Quake

Happy New Year to all my readers, I wish you all that you wish for, in 2016, and beyond.


for wordpress weekly photo challenge – circle

and my opening shot for Lucile’s Photo 101 Rehab for 2016

*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 70-200mm f/4 lens at 135mm, f/4 1/125sec and ISO280*

poetry | 101 | rehab | odyssey

 Why cover the same ground again? … It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

― Homer, The Odyssey

 

Welcome to this week’s Poetry 1o1 Rehab Prompt, which is also the last for 2015, but fear not, the Rehab will return next year – in fact next week πŸ˜‰

My prompt this week is ODYSSEY.  The Odyssey is one of two major ancient Greek epic poems attributed to Homer. It is, in part, a sequel to the Iliad, the other work ascribed to Homer. An odyssey is also described variously as a long wandering or voyage usually marked by many changes of fortune and often as an intellectual or spiritual wandering or quest. So, this week, put aside the seasonal eating and drinking for a moment, and write a poem to describe your own personal odyssey.


Winding roads, long, hard, lonely.
Fragments of, his story.

Relentless snow.
Hopeless, no.

So it was,
and is
on, and on, and on, and
cold, hope’s flickering light, beckoning.
At the end of the road, a reckoning.

Snows passed.
Times passed.

The light flickered, and faded,
out.

And still,
the road, winding ahead, a siren,
calls.

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