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I noticed all the 'from where I stand' postings today, so I'm sharing my instagram posting from this morning.
Happy Monday!
M4H 52 Week Project - "So Inspired"
Our Daily Challenge: Signs of our humanity
I am a lover of words. They move me deeply and I can't even read a novel without writing down well crafted phrases that captivate me. Certain words inspire me to change and these are some of my favorites. Amazing how significant and meaningful one word can be. (Meet Qwerty, my "new" vintage typewriter. I've wanted one of these for ages.)
Nikon D5000, 18-200mm
Texture by Karen Klassen, "Fall In"
24 January 2007
Yesterday was the funeral of Hrant Dink in Istanbul, shot in broad daylight in front of his newspaper office last Friday, Jan 19th. Now we say it quietly, as a fact. As if we knew it had to happen. How else?
Dink was best known for his role as editor of the “Agos” bilingual Turkish-Armenian weekly in Istanbul, started in 1996. He was charged and convicted of insulting Turkishness in Turkey, which he denied.
Several hundred thousand people walked behind his coffin. Glorified after death? There are no prophets in their countries. This time – born in Turkey, citizen of Turkey, but a real Armenian in his heart and deeds.
Yesterday here in New York, like in many other cities throughout the world, there was a candle memorial demonstration in the evening, on 46str./1Av. Around 300 Armenians from all over New York state gathered to protest and mourn. And, across the narrow 46 St. some 10-15 Turks – opposite us – across the street. With signs like “Stop Armenian lies…Open Archives…” Lies…The liar telling you that you lie. Almost a century has passed – it’s still the same. So much blood, so many martyrs, innocent people! How many more do they need? They still stay opposite, shouting and singing, shouting over quiet speeches and civilized mourning of the Armenian crowd. Bursting barbarian aggression into the air, across the street. You wouldn’t want to stand near them – so aggressive did they make the area around them. They feel “European”, ready to enter the EU. And not yet capable of crossing a narrow street and joining the Armenian demonstration in raising a voice against the violence, to say “we’re sorry, we’re with you”. Like Hrant Dink was saying about denial of Armenian genocide by Turks: “What’s for me in that? I don’t have anything in it. That’s in your interest – by acceptance you become human…”
I was upset to see even those few Turks – opposite – distracting conversation and prayers – like a mockery, an offense. To see their behavior. Something never changes or changes only on the surface. Violent, brutal, wild. Oh, I know these faces, these features, the sound of this language – they are imprinted in my genes even though I never interacted with Turks before in my youth.
I wanted to post a photo and express my feelings in writing. What image? Nothing came to my mind. Just blank. Blank, the way our life is when we come here and start writing a new story. Blank – the death is at the moment of crashing the life and starting to write its story. The story of life and death, fear and heroism, truth, consciousness…
Or an image of a flying pigeon? Yesterday I was watching by internet the photos of Hrant’s funeral and videos of his speeches. So wise, educated, smart, well-balanced, fair, true, so true…“I do not know how real these threats are, but what’s really unbearable is the psychological torture that I’m living in. I am just like a pigeon… I look around to my left and right, in front and behind me as much as it does. My head is just as active…but also know that in this country, they love pigeons and do not shoot them”, - I read there. His wife and children released pigeons into the skies at his funeral. I didn’t know this – just saw it yesterday.
Then, the only image that appeared in my head was our letters, our beautiful Armenian letters. Or a book. I don’t know why. Maybe because these letters and language helped us to sustain philosophy, literature, thoughts, thinking – being human.
Maybe because Hrant was and is a writer, dreamer, philosopher freely expressing himself through this divine language and those letters. Knowing so well the power of word, of thoughts expressed in words.
So powerful that you can be killed for that – to make you silent. For the moment.
But a word is like a bird – once released, high up – it flies and has its own life…
news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/6279241.stm
news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20070120/en_afp/turkeyarmeniamedia_0...
news.yahoo.com/photos/ss/events/wl/011907hrantdink
I wrote this non-rhyming poem after a discussion with my sister. We were talking about so many who miss what's going on around them while they are so focused on their own looks, talents, gifts, etc. I wish we could all do better at looking Beyond the Mirror.
You can watch the scrolling words with music in the background on my YouTube channel at youtu.be/BfE-7URL1Nc
While I copyright my writing, I am very free with it just like my images, but I don't automatically list my words with a Creative Commons license like my photos because I want to hear from people who want to use them. Just send me a Flickr mail to let me know you would like to use my lyrics or poetry for your personal project, gift, or card.
Many people are compelled to give voice to any passing feeling, thought or impression they have and so they randomly dump the contents of their mind without even regard to the significance of what they are saying. Always remember that when we talk about trivial matters as in gossiping about...
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Power of Words Gala Author Reception for Jamie Ford at Monroe County Public Library on Friday, November 17, 2017.
Power of Words Gala Author Reception for Jamie Ford at Monroe County Public Library on Friday, November 17, 2017.
Words That Are Freeing - (Part 2 of my Healing Oneself in a Hurting World series).
This is Part 2 in the healing oneself photography series. I used butterflies to symbolize the positive words that have been used to describe me over the years after cutting loose from the binding words (cocoon) on the duct tape. There are days when the negative words still apply, but that does not mean it erases the value of the positive words. Each day is a new day, sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, but the good aspects to who I am never disappear. This photograph is to remind myself that they are still there just waiting on me to accept them.
Each butterfly was handwritten, then cut, photographed and brought onto the larger canvas. On the larger canvas I used free transform to give each butterfly its own distinct personality which fits the word it carries. The color choices for each word were also very intentional. After three days of planning and execution, I am happy with the results. I don't do many comps, so this is something I hope to continue working on in the future to refine and grow this skill set.
Part 1 of my Healing Oneself in a Hurting World series.
Part of the process to heal myself from the hurtful words that both myself and others have said of me is to bring them to the surface and then release them. This is my first step in that process. I'm saying farewell to these nasty labels that bind.
Next up: Words That Are Freeing.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will cripple my pitifully fragile sense of self worth.
Typeface: Mathlete
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Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will cripple my pitifully fragile sense of self worth.
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The "Power of Words" exhibit at Abu Dhabi's Qasr Al Watan [Palace of the Nation] - Artwork in interior chamber
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will cripple my pitifully fragile sense of self worth.
Typeface: Mathlete
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Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will cripple my pitifully fragile sense of self worth.
Typeface: Mathlete
Merchandise available: www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/133681947
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will cripple my pitifully fragile sense of self worth.
Typeface: Mathlete
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Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will cripple my pitifully fragile sense of self worth.
Typeface: Mathlete
Merchandise available: www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/133681385
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will cripple my pitifully fragile sense of self worth.
Typeface: Mathlete
Merchandise available: www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/133681767
Power of Words Gala Author Reception for Jamie Ford at Monroe County Public Library on Friday, November 17, 2017.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will cripple my pitifully fragile sense of self worth.
Typeface: Mathlete
Merchandise available: www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/133681548
Power of Words Gala Author Reception for Jamie Ford at Monroe County Public Library on Friday, November 17, 2017.
Power of Words Gala Author Reception for Jamie Ford at Monroe County Public Library on Friday, November 17, 2017.
Power of Words Gala Author Reception for Jamie Ford at Monroe County Public Library on Friday, November 17, 2017.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will cripple my pitifully fragile sense of self worth.
Typeface: Mathlete
Merchandise available: www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/133681385
Power of Words Gala Author Reception for Jamie Ford at Monroe County Public Library on Friday, November 17, 2017.
Power of Words Gala Author Reception for Jamie Ford at Monroe County Public Library on Friday, November 17, 2017.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will cripple my pitifully fragile sense of self worth.
Typeface: Mathlete
Merchandise available: www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/133681548