What does waiting mean to you? We wait constantly, right now for the new year, for the pandemic to end, for that job we have been optioned for to be confirmed, for relationships to end, for relationships to be rekindled, for the passport we have applied for to be issued without delays, for the PCR test we took and posted to the lab to be delivered on time, for the train to arrive at destination , for the end of travel restrictions etc. etc. Life begins in earnest the moment we are born and then it proceeds in one direction only, a series of present moments soon turning into past and leading into the future, always unknown and unpredictable, till we finally die. Our lives, long or short though they may be, are filled with activities, encounters, movement, always propelled forward, but also punctuated with endless waiting, till that moment of reckoning, when death comes. I always imagine death to be as it appears in The Seventh Seal, a stern gentleman who plays chess and comes to
Mostly I just want to show you Fuzzy's Fuzzies by vespera, journal
Mostly I just want to show you Fuzzy's Fuzzies
I'm not really around these parts much, and often forget to update, but if you're curious and want to follow what I've been up to, I update rhiannonthorne.com on occasion. But for the hell of it, here's my blog post from today:
I’m terrible with birthdays and anniversaries. Even my own. I was so consumed in April with final grading for my composition students, my own final projects and papers, tying up loose ends for the Delta Mouth Literary Festival 2018 (oh my, I still haven’t blogged about that—but I will soon. Spoiler alert: it was fantastic), preparing to summer in California with the fam, and publishing cahoodaloodali
On sexual violence, fear and Slaughterhouse Five by Halohid, journal
On sexual violence, fear and Slaughterhouse Five
Many of you are not Australian so perhaps you are unaware of the murder of Gillian Meagher last year in my home city but if you are Australian or Irish (Jill's country of origin) you will know every detail of the case. Jill Meagher's murder touched my city deeply. She was walking home after a few drinks with workmates in Brunswick. The distance was very small (barely a few hundred meters) but after leaving her friends she was brutally raped and murdered by Adrian Bayley and her body was dumped in a shallow grave. A week after her disappearance 30 000 people walked down the main street in Brunswick in her memory and to speak out against vi
I take you as seriously as a writer as you take yourself.
If you have something up on dA with tons of typos (spelling, capitalization, etc) and they are pointed out and your reaction is not to change them but to be like "oh well! it happens." you're not taking yourself very seriously. Why should I?
I would rather watch a developing writer, who's trying to learn, than a great but lazy writer.
Just food for thought.
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From my recent favorites:
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Three (unrelated) thoughts: love, cruelty, music by Halohid, journal
Three (unrelated) thoughts: love, cruelty, music
Thought One. Love:
So GOP Senator Rob Portman has come out in favour of marriage equality because his son is gay. This is wonderful. Sure, it took him two years post his son bravely coming out to his vocally homophobic parents but now he says that "knowing that my son is gay allowed me to think about this issue from a new perspective and that's as a dad who loves his son a lot and wants him to have the same opportunities as his brother and sister have." It is mind-blowing that Rob Portman was unable or unwilling prior to this to imagine that other parents might also want equality for their gay children. That other sons and daughters deserve
So last night I took valium. And other things. And everything went
Quiet
And very
Soft
Like grey
Like a hum
Like distant voices
And everything I had been scared of receded like a fleet of ships into the distance. And they moored there. On the horizon. They weren't completely gone but some commanding officer had said 'let's just leave the habour for a bit, shall we? Let's go where the blue turns to green. Okay? Let's empty this bay for a while.'
So I lay in bed in only my underwear with my sheets pulled tight around me and I could feel my heart fluttering. Not like a human heart. More like a wing. One wing of a very small bi
4th DD - What a surprise! by DianaGrigore, journal
4th DD - What a surprise!
I got my 4th Daily Deviation today, wow! I didn't have the slightest clue that one of my textures pack would get a DD, I was pretty surprised when I logged in this morning.
So thank you, Elandria (https://www.deviantart.com/elandria) for featuring it! :hug:
For a long time I wanted to upload some of these, so that people may have fun with them and (why not?) help them in creating beautiful art.
These were shot with the poor photographer's method of macro - with two lenses, one on top of another, the top one inverted.
Hard to believe, but this was the jelly from a piece of cake I ate some time ago.
Thank you!
:heart:
Confessions of a Southern Dandy by FuzzyHoser, journal
Confessions of a Southern Dandy
If you happen to find me lingering
On your front porch with the phone ringing,
Teakettle whistling, so on and so forth,
Just know that I'm trying to describe
A childhood summer pasture, and how at dusk
Lightning bugs suddenly appear above sagegrass,
Hovering like tiny UFOs in the honeysuckle air.
And please forgive my mushmouth dialect,
I'm simply mimicking a bobwhite, or a coonhound,
Or a grand-daddy gumming hot buttered corn on the cob.
And pay no mind to that shaky hand up your skirt,
That's either a re-enactment of Bull Run,
Or last night's winning Crimson Tide touchdown,
Depending on how much bourbon was poured.
And for Chr
Wow, seven years have passed since I joined this site. That's quite a long time. I still remember how I felt on the first day I signed up, there weren't many sites on which people could actually talk about art, express their feelings, create, be happy or sad, sometimes disappointed. dA has improved so much since it started, and I know there are some mixed feelings concerning this site. Not everyone has a good opinion about it, that's for sure. Some may say that the old dA was better concerning the works submitted. I still think that among all the 'art' sites, it is still the one that has quite a large variety if you know where to look. It's n