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Today I was reflective, feeling mellow and contemplative.
This simple image seemed to sum up a thousand unsaid words that were whispering in my head.
Glad I got to meet him at Warehouse 21. He is a poet and a pretty cool dude. Here is one piece of his. Check out his blog:
gunnermesserchmitt.blogspot.com/
The Book of Unsaid
I remember when I saw you that very first time, at school on the very first day
You were running and laughing with your ribboned curls and a dress of flowers
If I could have been that brave I’d have told you I liked you and wanted to play
And maybe we could swing together on the bars or play king of towers
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.
I remember you arriving at church for your First Communion
Your long curls wrapped in fine lace, your gown as pure as falling snow
If I could have been that brave I'd have told you I’d like to be your companion
And maybe walk you up that aisle as far as we could go
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.
The grade eight graduation party was such a happy event
You arrived with the Italian kid and you looked beautiful and full of joy
If I could have been that brave, I’d have told you my eyes followed you where ever you went
And maybe if you would notice me just once you might think I could be your boy
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.
I saw you daily at high school for years
Your beauty and mind developed to the breathtaking woman that you had become
You had been wearing that football players jacket so long it brought me to tears
If I could have been that brave, I’d have told you I play sports too, would you like to come?
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.
I saw your picture in the newspaper one day, bold and large in the celebration section
Your eyes a brilliant bright and your beauty easily conveyed. A tenth year wedding reflection
If I could have been that brave, I’d have told you how I wish I could have shared your life, have you for my wife and that somehow I’d lost my direction
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.
I remember I saw you for the very last time, at the school for your grandsons very last day
You were running and laughing with your ribboned curls and a dress of flowers
If I could have been that brave, I’d have told you I had loved you my whole life away
And maybe we could swing together or watch the children play king of towers
But instead, I walked away, and it remained painfully unsaid.
Gunner ©
However much I turn and stare, there's always someone there. There's room to spare, but I can't share. There's wear and tear in my jaded prayer...I scare and turn away on this darkly winsome long-lost cloudy day. What's left unsaid is my sacred splendid muted right of way.
* Lindíssima frase da minha cara amiga Teresa.
R i C A r d O JorGe F i d A L G o © | 2 o 1 1 | a l l rights r e s e r v e d
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By the rivers dark
I wandered on.
I lived my life
In babylon.
And i did forget
My holy song:
And i had no strength
In babylon.
By the rivers dark
Where i could not see
Who was waiting there
Who was hunting me.
And he cut my lip
And he cut my heart.
So i could not drink
From the river dark.
And he covered me,
And i saw within,
My lawless heart
And my wedding ring,
I did not know
And i could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me.
By the rivers dark
I panicked on.
I belonged at last
To babylon.
Then he struck my heart
With a deadly force,
And he said, 'this heart:
It is not yours.'
And he gave the wind
My wedding ring;
And he circled us
With everything.
By the rivers dark,
In a wounded dawn,
I live my life
In babylon.
Though i take my song
From a withered limb,
Both song and tree,
They sing for him.
Be the truth unsaid
And the blessing gone,
If i forget
My babylon.
I did not know
And i could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me.
By the rivers dark,
Where it all goes on;
By the rivers dark
In babylon.
Leonard Cohen | By The Rivers Dark
(Natural colours - no photoshop treatment)
fr.youtube.com/watch?v=DXxarh4El9w
A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face
A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortunes child to judge anothers crimes
Or wear this pilgrims cloak, or be a common thief
Ive kept this single faith, I have but one belief
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
til you love me
STING
© 2009 | Rodel Joselito Manabat | All Rights Reserved
EXPLORE #375 FEBRUARY 4 2009
Thanks to all who made this photo to Explore.
"Give me a word, Give me a sign
Show me where to look, Tell me what will I find"
Collective Soul, 1993, "Hints, Allegations, and Things Left Unsaid"
Happy Imagoism Thursday Friends!
About
This photo was posted before but PPed in a different way. I learned that you can reproduce a single RAW file to achieve multiple exposure and blend them altogether to achieve a HDR photo. I think the outcome between the two PP photos speaks for itself.
Taken at Wellington Point, Queensland.
Exposure
EV[0], f/22, ISO 100
Toys
Canon 400D, Canon EF 17-40mm f/4 L, Shutter Release, Tripod
Processing
Photoshop CS4
Camera Raw 5.2 - Create multi exposure 16-Bitt TIFF files from a single RAW file by varying exposure i.e. EV [-1, 0, +1, +2, +3, +4].
Photomatix
Generate HDR and Tone Mapped using Detail Enhancer
Photoshop CS4
Adjustment layers - curves (softlight), curves (linear)
Smart Filter - Unsharp Mask
Borders
An Odd Encounter at the Pub
Acte 1
The Girls
Verity had been a quite happy Lassie this balmy autumn evening.
She could not believe her Cousin Michele (Micke) had scored tickets to this black-tie dinner and dance they had been attending.
The two girls, dressed to the nines, had purposefully gone solo.
Needless to say, with no one holding them back, they both had an absolute ball(at the Ball)with all the attention that they had received from the boys(and some men) who were also amongst the invited wealthy guests.
Dance cards had been overfilled, as were the drinks everyone kept buying her and Micke.
The only downfall was that it had ended all too soon with the band packing up and the lights actually starting to turn off far too early in the evening.
Feeling a bit frustrated that they were being dismissed in that way the two girls went to Micke’s small sports car in a sullen humph.
It was Micke, who in an attempt to brighten the mood, pointed out that they could make it before closing time at their local pub, the Poet and Peasant...
(PUN ALERT)
To Verity, these were the most welcome words to hear coming from Micke’s mouth.
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The Stranger
It had been a bloody long drive and as the shadows of twilight grew ever longer, I had been desiring a break, and drink, before the evening closed everything down.
I had had my dinner done two hours earlier, so I reasoned I could now take the additional time out of my day-long journey to my destination, the Isle of Lewis.
I turned off onto a riverside road where a sign claimed a welsh village by the intriguing name of Badgers End was located.
Surely they would have a pub, did they also have badgers?
Sure enough, just before the village proper, I spotted, not a badger, but an ancient brick building set up alongside the river, where a pub called the Poet and Peasant, claimed residence.
I parked my Italian sports car in a small church parking lot across the street. Lighting a cigarette that I removed from my gold case, I lit it and calmly smoked as sanguinely I leaned against my car, while warily taking in the area.
It was a typical riverside village with a few small businesses lining the street leading down from the pub. A few of the inhabitants could be seen still wandering about on their late evening business.
I crushed out the cigarette and made my way across the street.
I entered the pub and found it to be full of the usual cast of locals, all having what probably was the most fun a village this size had to offer.
Though there was a small city I had passed a few kilometers back that probably was a major haunt for the ones who lived in the village when they got bored.
At the bar, I opened a tab, received my much-needed drink, then soon fell in with a group of boisterous Lads having a go at throwing darts.
I was still with them when these two intoxicated specimens toddled in, giggling.
Locals, by the way, the girls were greeted.
I thought they were Trollops by the way they were dressed.
But soon overheard they had been at a dance.
A quite posh one judging from the way the two were dressed, which had caused my error of a snap judgment
The shorter one(Verity) was a long-haired redhead, whose hair fell in a silky sheet, from which swaying long chain earrings set with flickering diamonds that enchantingly played peek a boo for us onlookers.
Over her petite figure, Verity was wearing a short inky black velvet number with rhinestone trimmings that satisfactorily outlined her curves, nicely small as they were.
Her other jewelry consisted of a diamond-encrusted cocktail ring on her right ring finger and a 5 strand diamond bracelet on her right wrist that had to have come from Tiffany’s showcase.
Her bracelet was a right cracker. The outer strands are made up of 1 carat round stones with a full 3-carat pear-shaped collection of “ice” set in the surrounding middle strand.
It also had a safety chain, clasped, which denoted its expensive value. Very hard for Verity to lose that bracelet.
As it should be, I noted with some causal, yet subjective interest, before beginning to eye up her companion.
Said companion I soon learned was her cousin Micke.
She was, what in the American noir movies was called, a long tall blonde.
Her long hair up, wide gold mesh earrings dangling freely. She wore a fancy satin blouse, virgin white, a high neckline, long sleeves ending in wide 4 button cuffs. A long slinky black pleated skirt fell from the gold mesh belt that encircled her waist. A gold double chain necklace fell from her throat and her fingers were home to a multitude of sparkly real gemstone rings.
No rhinestone or plate jewelry for these lassies.
They were both dressed to kill, and it was obvious that they had already claimed several male victims that evening, and were setting their heavily mascara-lined eyes on more.
The two came in, giggling silly with the drinks they had had whole dancing.
Both looked a treat to the lads I was with, and soon were invited over, with said lads plying them drinks.
I hung around, enjoying life on the fringe of the gathering. No one sober enough to question who I was, or what hole I had come out of.
I had a desire to stay close to Verity, but her cousin Micke took a liking to me and pretty much took up all my time.
It was fun, don’t get me wrong, Micke was a personable Lass, prone to giving warmly tight, if not a wee bit drunken, hugs.
Very downy soft ones at that.
But, well it was Verity wearing the enticingly flickering diamonds.
And I did so enjoy catching glimpses at them over the 14K gold jewelry Micke was wearing.
And that pretty much was how the rest of my evening went. Making it a game to avoid Micke, unsuccessfully, tracking down swift partying Verity for a chance of a peeks of her stunning diamonds.
Needless to say that coming up on remaining the half-hour of the last call, before we had to be kicked out, none of us were feeling any pain, and I was just starting to get tired of my games.
It was just before the last call, as I was relaxing on a backroom couch, that Micke once again tracked me down.
Micke plopped down next to me and placed her hand upon her raised knee, the sleeve’s cuff of her satin blouse slipped up, and I realized that there was a diamond bracelet peeking out.
How in the world had I missed that?
As Micke chatted on about something I was only half-listening to, I nonchalantly reached over and placed my hand on her arm. Then without her notice managed to carefully raise the sleeve of Micke’s satin blouse for a better look.
I then realized it was Verity’s fancy diamond bracelet Micke was wearing?
Clever girl, how?
I was thinking as I touched the sparkling bracelet and carefully cut into her conversation and commented to her as she looked down at my finger.
“Pretty bracelet....”
“It’s not mine silly, it’s Verity’s!” She answered with a pleasant little twittering laugh “
“Oh...” I answered in an open sentence with my best shot at a perplexed look.
Raising her arm and flashing the bracelet with its amazing sparkles as it was wrapped snugly around her wrist, she happily confided in me her story.
The pair, Micke and Verity, had been in the loo together to freshen up.
Verity had removed her bracelet and ring to have a wash-up after some of her drink had accidentally spilled on her hands.
On a lark, Micke, who had been standing behind, had touched Verity on the opposite shoulder, and as she turned away, snatched the bracelet up without being caught and was now wearing it around as a teaser.
And obviously, Verity had no worries over it, for as we both looked over towards her in the next room, one could see she was still very much in a party mode and paying no heed to Micke’s antics.
And... her diamond bracelet was noticeably gone from around her wrist. So much for what I always thought were my keen powers of observation.
“The last call” came a friendly command from the pubs’ bar in the other room...
“Come on, “ said Micke, grabbing my arm and led me over to the bar.
“Let the finale drinking now heavily begin.” She added with a challenge in her charmingly sweet voice.
A drinking game soon emerged when the giggling pair started giving out hugs to anyone buying them last shots.
I also was drawn into the fun and gave as well as received, hugs.
Then the evening was over, obviously far too soon for Verity, Micke, and their admirers.
Though not so much for me.
We’re all then gently shown the door by the married couple proprietors who owned and ran the quaint Poet and Peasant Pub.
The group began plotting to hit the nearby big city and see if they could carry on there. I was asked to join in but politely declined, giving the ready excuse that I needed to reach my unsaid destination sooner than later.
It has been a pleasant evening and I harbored no regrets atoll for my taking time from my journey to visit.
But I truthfully felt a compelling urge to be back on my way.
It has proven a very good time and so it was with a quite sincere meaning that I said my goodbyes to them all as we parted ways on the outside pavement,
I especially made it a point to thank Verity and Micke for being such fun sports. I received warm, arousing hugs from each of the giggly girls for my kind words.
I watched as they all climbed into their cars and left to go on their new adventures.
Waving to them all, including the two girls who were driving off, a bit recklessly, in their fancy sports automobile.
ANOGETE
Donna con Due Facce
Dualità
"Ti risulta molto difficile comprendere che io possa esistere nel tuo mondo come una sola entità. In questo mondo, che tu riesci facilmente a percepire come lineare, esiste un'altra dimensione:
la polarità. Io sono una, non due.
Sono ciò che è sia visibile che invisibile, ciò che è detto e ciò che è taciuto, il caos e l'ordine della Natura.
Poiché mi percepisci ma non mi vedi, mi temi, e pensi che io sia qualcosa di perverso.
In verità, è la tua paura che perverte, poiché io sono naturale quanto la sostanza stessa del tuo mondo e il Sole che continua a brillare oltre le nuvole cariche di pioggia.
Quando, finalmente, mi capisci,
non ti appaio più come una cosa temibile.
Comprendi, invece, che io sono il limite dell'esperienza nel tuo mondo.
E per quale altra ragione ti trovi qui?"
ANOGETE
Woman with Two Faces
Duality
"It is very difficult for you to understand that I can exist in your world as a single entity. In this world, which you can easily perceive as linear, another dimension exists:
the polarity. I am one, not two.
They are what is both visible and invisible, what is said and what is unsaid, the chaos and order of Nature.
Because you perceive me but do not see me, you fear me, and think that I am something perverse.
Indeed, it is your fear that perverts, for I am as natural as the very substance of your world and the Sun that continues to shine beyond the rain clouds.
When you finally understand me,
I no longer appear to you as a fearful thing.
Understand, instead, that I am the limit of experience in your world.
And why else are you here?"
www.edizionilpuntodincontro.it/libri/le-carte-lakota-dell...
Bing Image Creator
Project Urbex52 nr. 34
Silent Teddy – “The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.” – Harriet Beecher Stove
In the many rooms and also with out people come
and days, to weeks, to months, to years go on and on
This life is set out on a table and taken at bursts and blasts
Nothing ever holds and almost nothing ever lasts
Sometimes the table is an altar and the song is mass
No one is ever talking that much about Michelangelo
Everyone is talking so much about the world we know
And that world beyond this one is sung of in wistful song
There is a moment not yet made that is about to be played
There is never too little left that we have somehow unsaid
Failings ravings ravelling rambling ravening revealing and revealing
The seasons rolling on and on the threads tangling and holding on
[Just flickering and snickering notions set out in sometimes rhyming motions.]
© PHH Sykes 2023
phhsykes@gmail.com
A corner in MOMA that feels like a still from a Lynch film — quiet walls, lights whispering secrets, and an echo of something unsaid.
Modern art on the walls, surreal tension in the air.
An architectural pause turned into a cinematic scene.
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Уголок в MOMA, будто кадр из фильма Линча — тихие стены, свет шепчет свои тайны, в воздухе звенит эхо недосказанности.
Современное искусство на стенах, сюрреалистическое напряжение вокруг.
Архитектурная пауза превращается в кинематографический момент.
walking between the slabs, as if the present slips through history. a fleeting moment, a suspended step, captured in light and shadow. the memorial embraces and guides, while the architecture silently speaks of what remains unsaid. sharp lines of the past meet the soft rhythm of a modern step.
Time loops climb down from the strangest dream in the sky
It was clouds of ages past, a decade if I'm not wrong
A quirk of linkage that went without saying goodbye
Thoughts gathered a generation ago, still unsure where they belong
Like customers not buying, and cars continually in reverse, what does it all underlie
The peculiarity of an Acadian smile, that tiptoe-faced secrecy
A revelation in the eyes of hidden knowledge and prophecy
Something which age thrown down upon us all, cannot yet defy
Ten years whence the uttering's of unread books have been finally heard
Chapters pass with midnight celebrity from a book that may never again be read
Who knows is merely a clue to the expediency of it's intention
What it may teach is, in time at least, unique to the evening-encroaching just up ahead-
Daylight between the pages goes unnoticed till it fades with the inattention
Then, a dream, only within itself the philology of so much passing days left unsaid
So in sleep the easing of conscience is enabled along the paths we must retread
Though we never know it, the augmentation of life, of future worlds, is re-playable word for word
If you listen carefully in your sleep, you dream alive the life you wish to keep
Released from present fear the subconscious concerns of yesteryear-
Stalk the turning-over of previous angst, bedded-down in a long lost spiral
Of rocky emotional gullies that scream and cry scree down the slopes, fall the timeless tear,
Unto a parched earth of these decadal northern summers prefaced with a vision auroral
A shop frontispiece opening, the head start for the dreamy and illusionary peace-resting request
Lay the ghost to rest within fineries divine; the illustrative legacy that future generations may be blessed,
With art nouveau engraving...contemplating, we become a period piece within ourselves the valuable commission of twilight sleep
by anglia24
10h45: 29/09/2008
©2008anglia24
A couple more New York shots… I've posted these on Facebook but in the interest of keeping a more complete inventory here on Flickr thought I should add them to my stream here. Also, I have a print give-away on the Facebook if you're at all interested in throwing in your name.
The city of New York and its lives side by side and one on top of another, with a certain flow and rhythm that's not always apparent in less concentration here at home. But it's here too - in the high school hallways and the lines at the post office. And it fascinates me. I feel like a voyeur...I write their stories in my head. I think perhaps I'm invisible and I like it. And what's even cooler is when another invisible sees you. Like a secret society of watchers you acknowledge the other with respect and a certain unsaid statement of 'your book is your own' and you turn away to watch another.
holga shot on tmax 100 exp...
a shot (and the following song) dedicated to my father (not the man on this capture)
but he is always at his wndows... .... .....
There’s a quiet little man
and he sits at his window
Doesn’t make a sound
but he watches where the wind blows
Wants to go outside
fears wouldn’t let him
[Force] a little smile
and the fears come rolling
la la bum bum dum dum dum dum
You can go outside where the sun & the people blind you
You can go outside where the love of the people finds you - it will find you
When he walks through the maze
in the circles of his back place
[White? One?] shoe on his roof
is still tied at the shoelace
He will [never curse] again
all the days on his home spent
Nailing all the doors
& jumping through the window
(Quiet - the BETA BAND)
Your eyes are like windows to your soul. They shine and bedazzle as the stars do in the sky! They are like diamonds that mesmerize the person looking at them. When I look into your eyes, I keep on looking at them. I can't ever stop looking at them. Your eyes speak volumes to me in unsaid word...
❤️ Love - *Cronos Store*
- Couples Bento Pose
Available at the Cronos Mainstore
In the many rooms and also with out people come
and days, to weeks, to months, to years go on and on
This life is set out on a table and taken at bursts and blasts
Nothing ever holds and almost nothing ever lasts
Sometimes the table is an altar and the song is mass
No one is ever talking that much about Michelangelo
Everyone is talking so much about the world we know
And that world beyond this one is sung of in wistful song
There is a moment not yet made that is about to be played
There is never too little left that we have somehow unsaid
Failings ravings ravelling rambling ravening revealing and revealing
The seasons rolling on and on the threads tangling and holding on
[Just flickering and snickering notions set out in sometimes rhyming motions.]
© PHH Sykes 2023
phhsykes@gmail.com
..they would be, kidnappers, polygamists & pedophiles....
After reading all I could about baboons and their social structure and behaviours I was quite shocked of how they conduct themselves.
Baboons live in groups of a One Male Unit (OMU) where one male will have several females to mate with and will allow younger males to stay in the group if they abide by his rules.
*The dominate male is the only one who mates with the females in his group.
There is an unsaid law taht the feales and other males respect and will not mate with another baboons females.
This however isn't always the case as if a female thinks she can get away with mating with another male, she will.
*The dominate male can and will kidnap a young female out of another male's group and train her to follow him.
You can see in the photo the male holding onto to this young female.
She was never too far away from him. This is him basically grooming her to become his and his next female to mate with.
She is not sexually mature at this stage and he doesn't try to mate with her but he is making her his.
Watching this behaviour was quite strange and i at first didn't know what was going on until I started reading about them.
He often had her tail and there were only a few brief moments that he didn't have hold of her.
These baboons are complex creatures and the more i read the more complex I found them.
The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
Harriet Beecher.
For Jess... 23/12/84 - 22/12/07
Also heres a re-edited version.. www.flickr.com/photos/im-mick/4016092595/
I just wanna wake up every day here in this bed
Never leave "I love you" left unsaid
It might take a hundred lifetimes to do
But baby, I just wanna be good as you
It rose where silence dared not bloom,
A jagged flame, a twist of gloom.
Its core: a spiral sharp with light,
That carved a wound into the night.
No shape, no law, no earthly thread,
Just echoes from the words unsaid.
Between the leaf and shadowed flame,
It stood; and tore the world from name.
Mr and Mrs Huntsman, romantic dinner at Chateau d' Elite.
“Valentine’s Day is precisely what the spirit needs. It is hot chocolate for the soul. It is a bright splash of color on a stark white canvas. The day reminds us to reaffirm our love, or perhaps to give voice to that which has remained unsaid.” Experience a once in a lifetime moment with your special someone on Valentines day at Chateau d' Elite. Contact Persia Silverblade.
=====GCPD=====
Gordon- Allen? What is it?
Allen- Blackgate, Jim. Just got word. Sawyer's down there now
Gordon- Godamn it... Brief me on the way. I want all available units on converge at Blackgate, now!
*As the GCPD bursts into action, Gordon and Allen walk towards the rooftop*
Allen- Two hours ago, Philip Cobb reported to the medical team for his routine check up. It was then he used one of the cafeteria knives, smuggled... somewhere best left unsaid, to stab a nearby guard, grabbing his gun.
Gordon- He's still in the prison?
Allen- Thank god, yeah. Some guy got a lucky shot off. He's still breathing.
Bullock- Hey Commish-
Gordon- Not now Bullock-
Allen- -He'd already disabled his own collar and deactivated the rest.
Gordon- How many metas were in there?
Allen- Enough to cause a real problem Jim. Strobe, Nichols, Meister-
Gordon- Meister... He can't get off that island, understand?
Allen- Got it.
Gordon- Right, give me a minute.
*Gordon pulls the lever on the police spotlight, activating the famous Bat-Signal. That done, he turns to Bullock*
Bullock- Well, it was gonna happen sooner or later eh Commish? I mean really-
Gordon- Not one more word. I'll see you there.
*Gordon and Allen step into the police helicopter and fly off towards Blackgate, Bullock sighs, then turns to the bullpen, beginning a song to the tune to "Savages"*
Bullock- Just, what did he expect?
'Place was a powder keg!
And the inmates are now loose and on the run!
The walls are painted red
All the guards are dead
They're vermin as I said, and worse!
Cops- It's anarchy!
Anarchy!
Gordon- Lock down all the bridges!
Cops- Anarchy! Anarchy!
Gordon- Keep them from the shore!
Bullock- They ain't like you and me
Quite frankly, they're all evil
We're facing a god damn war!
Cops- It's anarchy!
Anarchy!
Those men are all devils!
We're facing a godamn war!
=====Blackgate Prison=====
Tockman- Thank god we're all free.
Blackgate was no prison,
The only thing you could call it is Hell
Strobe- No more shall we hide,
Lock ourselves away inside.
You ask me? I say freedom's swell,
Inmates- It's anarchy!
Anarchy!
Ragdoll- No more being human!
Inmates- Anarchy! Anarchy!
Meister- Gotham shall be "ours"!
They tried to lock us up!
Kept us all in cages!
We must sound the drums of war
Inmates- It's anarchy!
Anarchy!
We have to kill each last one
Then we'll sound the drums of war
======
Inmates- Anarchy! Anarchy!
Gordon- Now I'm on the scene men!
Cops- Anarchy! Anarchy
Gordon- Help me catch this guy, men!
Inmates- Anarchy! Anarchy!
No more being human!
Now we sound the drums of war!
======
Hazard- I don't get it sugah. Didn't you want this?
Drury- I wanted to get out I didn't realise it'd be so-
Ragdoll- Beautiful? I know! Would you look at that bloodstain? Looks like a flower! Yippee!
...
Drury- No. I never wanted to-
Hazard- To what?
*Drury can't hear her. All he's focused on Mr Camera, a knife in his hand, seemingly just left Drury's old cell. And Drury realises what's happened. He speeds off towards the cell, hoping, praying he's not too late*
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Gordon- This will be the day
(Let's go men!)
Inmates- This will be the morning
We will see them dying in the dust
Drury- (I don't know what I can do
Still I know I've got to try)
Inmates- Now we make them pay
Drury- (Come on Drury, do or die)
Cops- Now without a warning!
Drury- (You'd rather an imprisoned fate...?)
Inmates- Now we leave em blood and bone and rust
Bullock- Once again, I'll yell and cry!
It's them or us!
Drury- (Please don't let it be too late.)
Anarky- They're just a bunch of corrupt, filthy....
Cops- Anarchy!
Inmates- Anarchy!
Cops- Psychos!
Inmates- Coppers!
Gordon- Stop them!
Cop- Anarchy!
Inmates- Anarchy!
Meister- What are we waiting for?
Mow them down with haste until there's not a trace left
Gordon- How loud are the drums of the war?
Meister- *We* will sound the drums of war!
Anarchy! Anarchy!
Bullock- Now we sound the drums of war!
Anarchy! Anarchy!
Meister- Now we see what comes of trying to be civil
Cops/Inmates- Now we sound the drums of-
War!
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*Drury is looking down at Ten. His face is bloodied, the photograph is gone but worst of all? His hands have been cut off*
One of the best days of the trip...it was on our way back..back to reality. I still am in awe of the beauty that I was so privileged to see. If there is perfection it was here.
I sat on the deck just staring at the passing mountains and their shadows...feeling humbled by the magnificence. I still cannot explain what I felt..better left unsaid.
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LADY RENE by Laura Varsky. A new Sudtipos collaborative release.
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We are proud to announce a new addition to the Sudtipos library.
This is the time for the Grammy awarded argentinian graphic designer Laura Varsky and her first commercial typeface named Lady René.
To illustrate the use of Lady René, Laura designed a wonderful piece of art available to download.
Never before illustration and typography were so close and well paired. We hope you like Laura style as much as we enjoyed building this into a complex font full of OpenType work until the limits.
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WORDS ABOUT LADY RENE by Laura Varsky
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Looking back on my production to date, neither so little nor so large, it does not come as a surprise to find myself now introducing Lady René.
A brief review of my career would read as follows: graphic designer graduated from Buenos Aires University, a 10-year professorship in Typography in the same institution, an illustrator in the making.
For almost 15 years now my work has focused on the design of editorial pieces, predominantly books and CD sleeves. Typography proper has always been central to my research projects.
All my obsessions eventually embodied as much the search for a perfect, spotless text as for a daring and provoking one. In my view, "how-to-say-something" ranks highest amongst a graphic designer’s responsibilities.
It was in this vein that I called in the written word to illustrate, to draw, to narrate. Why not reverse the saying and proclaim that “a word is worth a thousand images”? If so, one single word could trigger endless meanings, associations, ideas, and memories in every reader’s mind. Language, we know, has a strong power and is a living expression of a culture.
In my illustrations, letters and drawings reunite in one synergy said and unsaid, the finiteness of the message and the freedom of the free reading.
And this is how and when, Lady René, my first born type font sees the light of day conceived out of a love of illustration and a reverence for the written word, recalling the whimsicality of the handmade drawing and reflecting its sensitive, warmth and spontaneity.
Allowed by the characteristics of Open Type and the hard, outstanding work of designer Ale Paul, Lady René succeeds in composing texts in a simple, organic way by means of its contextual and stylistic alternates, swash characters, ligatures and connecting words.
A bundle of decorative miscellanea completes the set of signs, enabling the user considerable freedom to create new typographic landscapes.
Lady René is then prepared, very much like a character in a short story, to come to life in the reader’s mind. I expect you will enjoy her as much as I did creating her.
Laura Varsky
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..the divide grows narrower. When there I used my boy name (Alex) and was introduced to several other clients. It was utterly fulfilling, to be recognized as a trans woman, yet accepted and even respected. There is much unsaid, but suffice it to say, I felt “whole”. Wonderful. Thank you, Gus. ❤️
MODEL: RicoRacer Flux
PHOTOGRAPHER: Editorial Clarity
FASHION: VITAMEN Underwear
Bulletproof
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kk8eJh4i8Lo&ob=av2e
Do do do your dirty worst,
Come out to play when you are heard.
There's certain things that should be left unsaid.
Tick tick tick tick on the watch....
Life's too short for me to stop,
Oh baby, your time is running out.
I won't let you turn around
And tell me now, I'm much too proud.
All you do is fill be up with doubt!
This time baby....
I'LL BE BULLETPROOF!
Of Monsters And Men - Sinking Man
"Cold dark sea, wrapping its arms around me,
Pulling me down to the deep, all eyes on me,
I push you away, although I wish you could stay,
So many words left unsaid, but I'm all out of breath,
So go, go, go, get out of here, go away, get out of here,
Go, go, get out of here, go away, get out of here,
Go, go, get out of here, go away, get out of here,
Go, go, get out of here, go away,
Cold dark sea, your waves are all killing me,
I close my eyes and fall asleep, all eyes on me, your eyes on me"
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Dunno why, just liked this one. More drops, but while outside taking these I got sooo excited.....A fly flew past!! Hey, big news!!!
Sure, small things amuse small minds, but it says Spring's on the way, the birds, the bees, all the potential pics of hot bird and bug porn.....(maybe that was best left unsaid.......)
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