Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Awarded - Arte Y Pico Award
John has been bestowing stuff again. Among the stuff he has been bestowing about the place is the Arte Y Pico Award… which he has apparently bestowed upon me:
As with all such bestow-able items, it comes with its own list of rules:
1) Pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also for contributing to the blogging community, no matter what language.
2) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
3) Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.
4) Award-winner has to show the link of “Arte y Pico” blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award: Arte y Pico.
So here are my selections.
- AP (Alcoholic Poet) - Here you will find RAW passion and an amazing torrent of poets images and angst. I always leave moved and often wrenched.
- Michele - The most amazing community has evolved from her games, welcome and simple hospitality. There is laughter and blogging whimsy here. Her design is simple and crisp.
- Unguarded Utterance - S. L. Corsua writes the some of my favorite poetry on the web. I am humbled by her knowledge, technique and creative power.
-intothequiet - Another Poet and prose writer worth your time. Her community of visitors is packed with talent as well. The design here appeals to be, as well and this blog is easy to navigate.
-Dena Harris - And to prove I love to laugh, I finish with Dena's blog. Dena (she is more than a "cat" writer-really) writes regular and often humorous posts about her life. Her stuff is real if a bit twisted through her creative/retentive/over structured existence.
So now. Get your mouse clicking and visit these fine cyber spaces. Be sure and tell them that they have been award this high and holy honor!
Go. What are you still here for?
Posted by: Theophany at 8:34 PM
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John has been bestowing stuff again. Among the stuff he has been bestowing about the place is the Arte Y Pico Award… which he has apparently bestowed upon me:
As with all such bestow-able items, it comes with its own list of rules:
1) Pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also for contributing to the blogging community, no matter what language.
2) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
3) Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.
4) Award-winner has to show the link of “Arte y Pico” blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award: Arte y Pico.
So here are my selections.
- AP (Alcoholic Poet) - Here you will find RAW passion and an amazing torrent of poets images and angst. I always leave moved and often wrenched.
- Michele - The most amazing community has evolved from her games, welcome and simple hospitality. There is laughter and blogging whimsy here. Her design is simple and crisp.
- Unguarded Utterance - S. L. Corsua writes the some of my favorite poetry on the web. I am humbled by her knowledge, technique and creative power.
-intothequiet - Another Poet and prose writer worth your time. Her community of visitors is packed with talent as well. The design here appeals to be, as well and this blog is easy to navigate.
-Dena Harris - And to prove I love to laugh, I finish with Dena's blog. Dena (she is more than a "cat" writer-really) writes regular and often humorous posts about her life. Her stuff is real if a bit twisted through her creative/retentive/over structured existence.
So now. Get your mouse clicking and visit these fine cyber spaces. Be sure and tell them that they have been award this high and holy honor!
Go. What are you still here for?
Posted by: Theophany at 8:34 PM
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Thursday, April 03, 2008
Life Complaint #497
Leaving the gym this morning, I saw a 30 something woman park a large SUV in the front line handicapped space. She flipped a handicapped sign onto her mirror and literally jogged into the gym. Does this bother anyone other than me?
Your thoughts?
Posted by: Theophany at 1:11 PM
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Leaving the gym this morning, I saw a 30 something woman park a large SUV in the front line handicapped space. She flipped a handicapped sign onto her mirror and literally jogged into the gym. Does this bother anyone other than me?
Your thoughts?
Posted by: Theophany at 1:11 PM
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Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Red House Talking
heat scared twisted tin
metal remains of the shelter of generations
once marking the boundary between security and sky
seasons' harsh torments of ice and wind
once shielding mother and child and keeping
home hearths warmth within
sentinel timbers stand charred
remnants of hard taught lessons
essential knowings of word and truth
those shadows of learning that stand undaunting
proclaiming our way through life's course
holding us to right of way
paneless windows black and lost
tell of now absent eyes peering outward
watching for familiar faces and tracing memories
in winter vapor smudged glass and then speak
of curtains drawn tightly muffling the magic
giggles of life long love and randy youth.
now the boundaries of roof and wall
yield openly, freeing lives long bound here
prolific gaps grasp not even nature's breeze
but, to have it dance delight
fully resting
on my mind, heart and dream
then wafting on, free.
NOTE: I wrote this after visiting Levering Orchard in 2005.
Posted by: Theophany at 9:55 PM
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heat scared twisted tin
metal remains of the shelter of generations
once marking the boundary between security and sky
seasons' harsh torments of ice and wind
once shielding mother and child and keeping
home hearths warmth within
sentinel timbers stand charred
remnants of hard taught lessons
essential knowings of word and truth
those shadows of learning that stand undaunting
proclaiming our way through life's course
holding us to right of way
paneless windows black and lost
tell of now absent eyes peering outward
watching for familiar faces and tracing memories
in winter vapor smudged glass and then speak
of curtains drawn tightly muffling the magic
giggles of life long love and randy youth.
now the boundaries of roof and wall
yield openly, freeing lives long bound here
prolific gaps grasp not even nature's breeze
but, to have it dance delight
fully resting
on my mind, heart and dream
then wafting on, free.
NOTE: I wrote this after visiting Levering Orchard in 2005.
Posted by: Theophany at 9:55 PM
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Friday, March 14, 2008
In Absence
It is possible to forget, to lose one's investment in being connected and engaging. It is probable that lack of familiar liaisons will diminish the rush of passion, the surge coursing through sinew and spirit delivering vitality. We can forget even that which is primary to personal essence.
The unused muscle withers. Creative ideas become faded memories and memories are soon enough forgotten, evaporated wisps dissipating across expanding horizons.
Yet, there is in all of such profound leaving and loss something that endures and that piece, no matter how small, abides eternally engrained within. Leaving, being separated from those things and people that affect us so throughly isn't really possible, not really. We are made of the remnants that remain, woven, remembered into a quiet brilliance.
Posted by: Theophany at 8:06 PM
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It is possible to forget, to lose one's investment in being connected and engaging. It is probable that lack of familiar liaisons will diminish the rush of passion, the surge coursing through sinew and spirit delivering vitality. We can forget even that which is primary to personal essence.
The unused muscle withers. Creative ideas become faded memories and memories are soon enough forgotten, evaporated wisps dissipating across expanding horizons.
Yet, there is in all of such profound leaving and loss something that endures and that piece, no matter how small, abides eternally engrained within. Leaving, being separated from those things and people that affect us so throughly isn't really possible, not really. We are made of the remnants that remain, woven, remembered into a quiet brilliance.
Posted by: Theophany at 8:06 PM
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Friday, December 21, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Minerva's Memories
in these pretty things
these broken fragments
of our dreams, hopes, courage
the light does sparkle
a bit
in these pretty things
these shattered shards
of our faith, ideas, will
the shimmers do run
on us
in these pretty things
these scattered particles
of you, me, us
the flickers of memories
are born
-Theo
Posted by: Theophany at 2:32 PM
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in these pretty things
these broken fragments
of our dreams, hopes, courage
the light does sparkle
a bit
in these pretty things
these shattered shards
of our faith, ideas, will
the shimmers do run
on us
in these pretty things
these scattered particles
of you, me, us
the flickers of memories
are born
-Theo
Posted by: Theophany at 2:32 PM
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Monday, September 24, 2007
New Record
The amazing art of SPAM has hit a new level. I recieved 1,600+ spam emails today to one of my old email addresses. I guess it is time to shut that one down.
On the brighter side. I have discovered Skype and have been talking to my daughter in Spain via this wonderful FREE service.
Posted by: Theophany at 8:12 PM
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The amazing art of SPAM has hit a new level. I recieved 1,600+ spam emails today to one of my old email addresses. I guess it is time to shut that one down.
On the brighter side. I have discovered Skype and have been talking to my daughter in Spain via this wonderful FREE service.
Posted by: Theophany at 8:12 PM
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Monday, August 20, 2007
Michele
A dispenser of joy
Full
Dancing fervent spins
Inviting
Lives lined with smiles
A creator of playgrounds
Uncluttered
Swirling merry-go-rounds
Unfurling
Laughter, laughing out loud
A hostess of light
Brilliant
Casting crisp shadows
Defining
Undefiled contrast, beauty
-Theo
Happy Birthday!! (Yesterday) Thank you for all you do here, Michele
Posted by: Theophany at 1:21 PM
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A dispenser of joy
Full
Dancing fervent spins
Inviting
Lives lined with smiles
A creator of playgrounds
Uncluttered
Swirling merry-go-rounds
Unfurling
Laughter, laughing out loud
A hostess of light
Brilliant
Casting crisp shadows
Defining
Undefiled contrast, beauty
-Theo
Happy Birthday!! (Yesterday) Thank you for all you do here, Michele
Posted by: Theophany at 1:21 PM
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Friday, August 10, 2007
New Blog
I found a new read over at "Famous Ankles." Go give him a visit and let him know Theo sent you.
Posted by: Theophany at 10:04 PM
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I found a new read over at "Famous Ankles." Go give him a visit and let him know Theo sent you.
Labels: blogging
Posted by: Theophany at 10:04 PM
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