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Taken at Garbaldi lake, in Squamish, BC. I was walking around the lake, when I noticed this girl sitting there, lost in thought. One of the best hiking spots in British Columbia. A great place to get lost in your thoughts.
Shot with a Samsung S4
How about another retouch for my - before and after retouching series. Egad, another shot of Bill before the days when lung cancer could kill. Could it be? Is it possible that this was shot on "Minuscule" Beach in Brooklyn, New York, NY?
Boy, old-timey contact printing introduced a load of troubles in old prints. I have not seem this particular defect beforebit it was probably fixing and washing IMHO, but anything is possible. This is Bill at the beach on Long Island after taking an engineering job with Jim St.Clair, Jr. (Jimmy was Head Engineer) at Bell Labs. I am not sure if there are any Coneys on this particular beach but I have seen them above timberline in the Rockies. Smoking is so very glamorous! Especially on a day at the beach. Look the part and strut the beach. At least look the Part!
Someone penciled 1935 in the bottom margin of an earlier beach retouch and this probably was too. Bill was a couple years away from marriage and returned to the Rockies. Here he is in 1935 strutting his stuff at the beach, trying to impress the beach babes. Sheesh. The babes may not want to venture into the fog.
I am still otherwise packed with projects... the days are just packed, Calvin. After I scanned this, I had to immediately do the best edit that I could, even thought it was not much of an original. Frankly, now I have a load of genealogical retouching hanging out in Photoshop. There are two other series awaiting at the time too. I made an extra layer to try to lift and separate the thick shadows.
I usually owe my cousin and his family. I hope he gets a load of attaboys for his series of retouches including a family tintype original that burned my eyes. I have had some mystical retouching projects in the past, however this is another mystery. Now, where the heck was that negative and where was it taken? Editing the shot is just time but I doubt that I can make this better without pure mysticism. I doubt I can improve it much.
Thought i'd do another Startrail pic, shame i took it from the same place as last ones so look the same ;-)
An elegant hat
She wore
A woman of
Timeless beauty
And thought
A portrait of
Classical art
(c) mBarlew
Thank you poeticverse (Mike) for the lovely poem.
You can look at Mikes photos and read his poem on this address :
If one takes a macroscopic look at human beings situation evolution throughout the few last centuries, it is very noticeable that a growing part are given more and more freedom, as time passes. In rich countries, people are now (more and more) able to make a number of important choices: what do they want to study, what do they want as a job, do they want children and how many, where do they want to live, where do they want to go for vacations, what kind of food they want to eat, what kind of music do they want to listen to, etc. Many of these choices would have been considered as a great luxury not so long ago. The rights have been gained through social battles against a few highly privileged persons. Formerly, these were kings and emperors, now they are politics, big companies owners and any person willing to hold always more and more power in their hands.
However, I believe that a vast majority of these rights are allowed mostly because they serve a purpose. Still the same old one. Everyone knows that chickens raised outdoors are much tastier than battery farmed ones... looks like it's the same for human beings. Men with more freedom grow up better, and are more productive. The problem is, these last years, the Internet appeared, and chickens are now communicating in a worldwide scale... and of course, they are starting to realize why they are allowed to run in the grass, as long as they do not try to go past the fence. This was long neglected by power holders, and they now have a serious problem: the recent events in several countries (the Arab Spring) demonstrated what decisive role the Internet can play, and what consequences such communication can have.
SOPA, PIPA, ACTA (and similar bills or laws)are plain shameless tries to restrain that communication, and get things under control again. These ones claim to address a particular problem (piracy of cultural products), but their principle can simply be summarized in controlling the knowledge people can access to. Music and movies is simply the tip of the iceberg. Don't get me wrong, I am not in favor of piracy: I am in favor of true freedom. I want to be able to buy any kind of music I like, not ONLY the one a particular company decided to produce, to advertise on TV and radios to no extend, annihilating any alternative. This is where the Internet is a complete revolution, which is consequently attacked in order to muzzle it.
I choose to depict the situation using good old books, not electronic devices, for a similar reason: the ones willing to restrain access to knowledge would LOVE the whole world to rely on them... if these devices become the only way to get to education or entertainment, imagine how easy it would be to control and filter things out! Just a mouse click from a desk in a tower, and tada, no one in country A can read or see about country B. Or no one can learn about idea X. How convenient.
"We don't need no thought control!" (Pink Floyd, The Wall, 1979)
For Tim Lopez. He has been my oncologist, and my friend, for well over two decades. It is not possible for me to express how much I admire Tim, and how grateful for his way of being. What could be more powerful than say that he clearly cares?
This is an iPad painting, made on my new iPad Pro, with iColorama and Procreate. I used a photograph of my own, as a source. This is #1,450, of the portraits I have posted to Facebook. I enjoyed playing with thoughts of the printmaker Gustave Baumann, and the Taos Colony of Painters.
I thought I would download the CS6 Beta and have a look at what i've been missing.
As someone that's never used anything other that Elements this was something else!
Holy cow!
Any hoo, this weeks theme for Me Again Monday is JOY & there is nothing more joyous in this world than the sound of music. (That's music in general, not the film!)
So I had a crack at layers and all the other crazy stuff that CS has to offer and by god I liked it :)
Please do not use without permission
(Not that you would)
Tigger looks deep in thought...Probably wondering how long I'll keep him waiting for his catnip!
View On Black (Large)
“Mulan” was a memorable part of my childhood, which is ironic considering we did not own the movie on VHS or DVD. However, I do recall watching the film on numerous occasions. The first time we got to watch the movie was at my grandmother’s house. Dad’s second cousin lived with Memere, and mistakenly left “Mulan” upstairs. What we didn’t know when we found it on the kitchen table was that it was someone’s birthday gift. After much coaxing, Colleen convinced Memere to let us watch “Mulan.” I had been dying to see the movie since seeing the previews on television and all the dolls/toys at stores. Of course Glen was furious when he came home and found the gift opened up. It ended up becoming a massive family argument, which later got resolved. Since the “Mulan” VHS couldn’t be used as a present, it ended up becoming one of those movies we watched with Memere or Glen when we’d come over to visit. Regardless of the bittersweet memory of our first time watching “Mulan,” it became a quick favorite. It stood apart from some of the classic Disney films. What I admired about Mulan was the fact that she was willing to go to war to save her father. Even though she was a terrible soldier at first, she refused to give up, and ended up becoming a hero. There was nothing boring about Mulan--she was a relatable character who actually did something, rather than waiting to be rescued by a prince. The movie was not the only way “Mulan” seeped into my childhood. I can still see the display of “Mulan” toys at McDonalds, and hear those discussions between me and Colleen about which ones we hoped to get with our Happy Meals. I ended up with several of the toys--one was a Mulan who came with a fabric outfit and additional plastic armor. We also had a Mushu figure who came with a gong he could actually strike. Who could forget our two Shan-Yu toys. Colleen and I each got one when we were at McDonald’s with Mom one afternoon. I remember renaming my guy “Cutie” because I thought it would be a funny juxtaposition, considering his scary, villainous appearance. There was my infamous Mulan cake, which Mom and Dad got me for my ninth birthday. For years, I kept the plastic topper, which was a figurine of Mulan on a bench. The only token I have of it now is a grainy photograph that one of my parents must have taken of the cake before it was devoured. The best part about the birthday cake was that it was something Mom chose as a surprise for me. She always knew what would make me and Colleen happy. Sometimes I swear she knew us better than we knew ourselves!
The Mulan birthday cake was not my only surprise from the film as a child. I have a vivid memory of seeing the dolls at stores like Wal-Mart back in the late 90s. On one occasion, I recall wistfully gazing at the dolls from the register--I especially wanted the Mulan sold with her horse. I’m not sure how Mom did it, but she picked the perfect Christmas gifts for me in 1998. At the time, I was just seven years old, so many of my gifts were things that Mom and Dad chose, rather than ones I formally asked for. Of course, there were always requests I made too. But I was probably an easy kid to buy for, because I was not picky in the slightest, unlike Colleen. Since I was notorious for wanting Disney dolls, even before watching the movies, Mom must have known the Mulan dolls would be a hit. She chose the BEST ones too!!! For Christmas 1998, I got the Hearts of Honor 2 pack with Li Shang and Mulan. PLUS Mom also picked me out Real Riding Khan--the version sans Mulan doll. An awesome horse, man doll, AND a Mulan dressed up in fancy clothes?!!! Mom hit the nail on the head. I don’t even think I knew you could get Khan by himself, nor do I recall having seen the Hearts of Honor set in stores prior to that Christmas. Poor Mulan and Li Shang didn’t stand a chance though. At the tender age of seven, I was beginning to be more responsible with my dolls. Long gone were the days of me hand feeding my plastic friends to my guinea pigs. But I was still not an ideal doll mother. That same day I opened Li and Mulan, I undid their beautiful bun hairdos. I was obsessed with taking out factory hair styles so I could fully “play” with a doll’s hair. I can somewhat understand my need to do this to Mulan. After all, she was a female doll who would have theoretically had styling options. But why Li Shang? What on earth was I planning to do with him?!!!
My childhood memories of Hearts of Honor Li and Mulan are that of the two dolls with crazy hair that stood straight up. Unfortunately, my dolls were rooted with kanekalon tresses, which is notorious for dreading. Between their ratty manes and Mulan’s overly made up face, they took on crazy personas. Colleen had gotten her Power Wheels Kelly and Tommy set that same Christmas. I recall that we made Li and Mulan, Kelly/Tommy’s parents while we played with our new goods that holiday. But even afterwards, Li and Mulan were cast as a parental unit. I’m pretty sure they became Lil’ Friends Jenny’s parents. Instead of being “good guys” though, Li and Mulan became our resident nut cases. They acted insane and were terrible parents...inspired by their wacky hair. I recall some very bathroom related scenarios with the pair...which our younger selves found hilarious, but nobody else would. After some time, we moved away from these sorts of doll games. Li and Mulan were somewhat phased out. However, we still got use from the dolls’ things. Li’s kimono was the perfect pajama set for Collen’s beloved Water Jewel Magic Aladdin, aka Leroy. I’m also fairly certain that the kimono reappeared as “fancy/formal” attire for our Sun Colors Kocoum. That’s not what Mattel ever intended, I’m sure! Despite being semi-retired, Li and Mulan were very forlorn by this time frame. Not only was their hair matted, but they also were limp/loose, due to their heavy articulation. Khan on the other hand stayed in impeccable condition considering my age. In fact, I think I held onto every piece he came with, despite how young I was. Even though Khan wasn’t my favorite horse to actually play with, he was beloved. The miniature Mushu he came with was also the perfect prop for our games. Most of the time, I’m pretty sure we used him as some sort of stuffed animal.
There were other Mulan dolls my younger self craved. I can recall with crystal clear clarity the day my best friend, Ashley, showed me her new Mulan. She had the Secret Hero doll, who had long hair you could “cut.” Technically, Mulan was rooted with shoulder length black hair. But there was a separate ponytail you could attach with velcro. The cutting action was actually just sticking the sword into the velcro loop and pulling it off. It admittedly looked so much more awesome on the commercials. As little girls, the hair cutting sequence was naturally a favorite of mine and Ashley’s. So I was undeniably jealous of her Mulan, despite the fact that I had my own set of dolls (who I now think is the better pack). I did end up with my own Secret Hero Mulan as a child. I found her a few years later at the local flea market. I got her from the same seller I found a nude Esmeralda from (the standard lady who came with two outfits). Like Esmeralda, Secret Hero Mulan was stark naked, but I recognized her distinctive short hair. So I just couldn’t leave her behind, despite the fact that I never recall playing with her later. The only other Mulan doll I had growing up was Matchmaker Magic. I acquired her in my early teens--I want to say that I was about thirteen. At the time, I was starting to tire of playing with dolls. Colleen and I had spent so much of our youth devising intricate story lines and literally playing with dolls from sunup to sun down. However, I was still very much enchanted by dolls anyways. Around this time frame, Dad started buying me a ton of boxed dolls at flea markets and other secondhand venues. I recall my excitement the day two Disney dolls turned up at a large indoor flea market. I found Matchmaker Magic AND Shining Braids Pocahontas--two of my favorite characters in beautiful forms! While I had no practical use for Matchmaker Magic Mulan’s color change face or ornate ensemble, she was an amazing find. She spent most of her days sitting above my desk on one of the three white shelves I kept various knick knacks and other dolls.
My teen years resulted in me distancing myself from my beloved plastic friends. Although my interest never faded, I felt too ashamed to carry on buying dolls or playing with them. So from circa 2006 to 2011, Colleen and I took an unofficial doll hiatus. All my childhood Barbies, Bratz, Disney dolls, etc were packed up. Every doll on display was also put into the drawers and containers, left untouched for the better part of those five years. My priorities shifted however in 2010. Dad was diagnosed with cancer a few months after I graduated high school. Obviously my entire life changed with the discovery of the tumors in his pancreas. The “new” version of myself I had created was no longer a person I identified with. I didn’t want to be that girl anymore, and I longed to be reconnected with who I used to be. After graduating cosmetology school in the spring of 2010, I had much more time on my hands. Colleen was finishing her last semesters of college. But someone had to stay home with Dad and make sure he was taken care of. Although I had company technically speaking, I was alone most of the day. Dad spent many hours sleeping on the couch. I got bored of television and my iPod very quickly. Somehow, I found myself investigating dolls on the internet. But it wasn’t until that fall, when Dad let me get the “Disney Dolls Identification & Price Guide” off the internet, that I broke. In the pages of Margo Rana’s book, I rediscovered my passion for dolls. Disney characters had been my absolute favorite dolls in my early childhood, until Bratz came out. I wanted them all--even the dolls I already had, who were now forlorn from play. But one in particular stood out to me--Satiny Shimmer Mulan. I was so enamored by her, that I actually took to eBay. I found a doll, still with her box (although removed), for just $10.50 (including shipping). It felt as though fate was guiding me to reconnect with my lost hobby. So after debating all day, I finally worked up the courage to ask Dad if I could buy the very inexpensive Mulan. This decision, as insignificant as it may seem to others, changed the course of my life.
If I had let the fear of judgement and rejection stop me from approaching Dad in 2011, I wouldn’t be here typing this “essay.” If I had not plucked up the courage to make that change, my last few years with Dad would have been unrecognizable. But I made the right decision. Although Dad was somewhat perplexed by this random ideation to purchase a doll after five years, he didn’t question me much. Instead, after a few hours of thinking about it, he gave me an allotted amount of money to spend on eBay for dolls. It was a late Christmas gift of sorts, since we had not formally celebrated the holiday that year (or the year before, as Dad was in a medically induced coma). Although Satiny Shimmer Mulan was one of the later dolls to show up in the mail, due to the sketchy seller, she was the one who broke that barrier. I’m not sure, even to this day, what it was about her that beckoned me to ask that fated question. She is, for that reason, the most important piece in my doll collection. Without her, none of my adult purchased dolls would be here. I honestly don’t think I would have had the gumption to resurrect the hobby at a later date. And even if I had, it would have been with entirely different results.
I was fortunate enough to have a decent collection of Mulan dolls to display from the get go. In those early days, they shared a shelf with my Hunchback of Notre Dame dollies. I had gotten several of them off eBay as well in that time. Another milestone in my doll collecting history involved yet another Mulan. The first Sunday we went back to the flea market that year, I found Real Riding Khan Mulan. She was just $2 (or two dolls for $3), and was still donning her factory ensemble...shoes and all! Real Riding Khan and Tzipporah were my first two dolls I got as an adult collector in the “wild.” It is something that I’ll never forget...plus the occasion was even more special, since Mulan went with the horse Mom got me for Christmas in 1998. In the coming months, I would find more treasures from “Mulan.” There was my 2008 Sparkling doll, who I found on a blanket at another flea market that fall. She was one of the first modern Mattel dolls I chose for my collection. I will never forget our excitement when Colleen and I found a dressed Captain Li Shang at our local flea market, around that same time frame. He was at a booth where typically only books were sold. But Colleen had spotted him out of the corner of her eye. He was one of my favorite Disney finds back then--I always wanted another Li Shang! The following year my first “Basic” Mulan joined the family. She was a gift from my cousin’s now wife. A few weeks after Dad passed away in 2012, Krissy had us clean up all her childhood dolls for her. She let us keep a few of our favorites to thank us. Colleen had already picked out Mulan by the time I returned from a fishing trip with Uncle David. You can imagine my thrill when we walked into Uncle David’s house and I saw Colleen, Krissy, and my second cousin on the living room floor with dolls strewn all over it. It was also in these first few weeks after Dad’s death that another major milestone was marked. For the first time since 2002, we ventured out the Disney Store. As a kid, I had been disappointed by the “clone” like Disney dolls at the store. But I learned that the dolls were manufactured by a different company in more recent years. The pictures of this newer generation caught my attention online. Colleen and I had ogled Disney Store Li Shang for nearly a year on eBay. When we went to the store that fateful afternoon, I happened to catch an awesome sale. The dolls were $7 each, as they were trying to rid the store of the old stock. There were newly designed dolls awaiting the shelves. We got Li at that particular location, but we ended up hitting another store at a different mall, to get Mulan. They were without a doubt two of my most prized possessions back then.
My collection continued to blossom in the following years. I was able to find upgraded dolls from my childhood. There was first the boxed Secret Hero Mulan who turned up at an indoor flea market. Although I had bought a Disney Store fashion pack for my childhood doll to wear on display, I still craved a mint version. My collection felt all that more complete, seeing her stand side by side with Captain Li Shang on display. While her kanekalon ponytail hair piece is a pain, I can’t help but be satisfied that I actually have it! In 2014, I finally tracked down an elusive Mattel Mulan who was only available in one of the large Target Disney Princess packs. Mulan was not a recurring character generally speaking after her initial release. So naturally I was tantalized by the few that had been produced. While I was excited about getting all the Disney princesses from the set off eBay, Mulan was of course the token prize! Another pack doll joined the ranks a year prior, when Colleen bought me an 11 pack of Disney Store dolls as a gift. While this Mulan was similar to my first Disney Store gal, I never could imagine parting with her. 2014 was also the year I found a boxed set of Hearts of Honor dolls at the local flea market. It was the same day we also stumbled upon my Great Villains Collection Ursula. I couldn’t believe my luck finding these grail dolls for so cheap! The Hearts of Honor dolls brought me back to my childhood. Even though I had the flawless set, I still displayed my grubby childhood friends too, for several years until I needed more room. Over the years I added more pieces to my display--a ballerina themed Disney Store doll, several duplicated dolls from various secondhand lots, and of course a few Mattel fashion packs to dress them (purchased off eBay). Although I had such great luck acquiring “Mulan” dolls, I was still able to fit the majority of them in my bedroom, as there just weren’t that many produced.
Of all the many Disney movies dolls were produced for, “Mulan” will always have a special place in my heart. While my Snow White collection reminds me so fondly of my father, my Mulan one makes me think of Mom. Even though Dad purchased me many of my later ones, it was Mom who hand picked my very first Mulan dolls. She was the one who also chose the Mulan birthday cake too. Although I would never part with my original dolls from childhood, I am so grateful to have acquired mint ones as an adult. Whenever I realize a company has produced a Mulan doll, I always perk up. Despite not having a Hasbro one yet, at this time I’m typing this, she was one of the first characters who caught my eye. I also cannot deny that the Disney Store/Disney Parks Mulan dolls were among the first I warmed up to. I still regret getting rid of a Disney Parks gal in 2011, who came with some My Favorite Fairytale ladies Dad got me in an eBay lot. I secretly loved everything about her, but in a quest to have a curated collection, I sold her at a yard sale. But luckily, my collection has diversified since then, although I still hope to replace her. Undeniably however, what makes “Mulan” mean so much to me is my Satiny Shimmer doll. Never in a million years could I have predicted that she’d be the doll to break me. Why not Jasmine, or Megara, or Pocahontas? Why was it Mulan? Whatever it was about Satiny Shimmer that spoke to me, I feel that she was meant to be. I wouldn’t go back in time and pick any other doll to be the one to break the barrier. Although there are far prettier dolls in my collection, nobody will ever hold a candle to her.
At the end of a long day pulling tourist trains up and down the Hurstbridge line, Flinders Street Railway Station relived a bygone era as Steam Rail Victoria's K153 (and K190) return to their home in the Newport yards.
Illustration by Marten Kuilman as part of an essay under the title 'Antidotum voor de kroongetuigen'. It aims to be an evaluation of the present state of the world - and can be found here:
tetragonusmundus.wordpress.com/2020/05/22/96-antidotum-vo...
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Actaeon was the son of the priestly herdsman Aristaeus and Autonoe in Boeotia, and a famous Theban hero. Like Achilles in a later generation, he was trained by the centaur Chiron.
He fell to the fatal wrath of Artemis, but the surviving details of his transgression vary: "the only certainty is in what Aktaion suffered, his pathos, and what Artemis did: the hunter became the hunted; he was transformed into a stag, and his raging hounds, struck with a 'wolf's frenzy' (Lyssa), tore him apart as they would a stag." This is the iconic motif by which Actaeon is recognized, both in ancient art and in Renaissance and post-Renaissance depictions.
Among others, John Heath has observed, "The unalterable kernel of the tale was a hunter's transformation into a deer and his death in the jaws of his hunting dogs. But authors were free to suggest different motives for his death." In the version that was offered by the Hellenistic poet Callimachus, which has become the standard setting, Artemis was bathing in the woods when the hunter Actaeon stumbled across her, thus seeing her naked. He stopped and stared, amazed at her ravishing beauty. Once seen, Artemis got revenge on Actaeon: she forbade him speech — if he tried to speak, he would be changed into a stag — for the unlucky profanation of her virginity's mystery. Upon hearing the call of his hunting party, he cried out to them and immediately transformed. At this he fled deep into the woods, and doing so he came upon a pond and, seeing his reflection, groaned. His own hounds then turned upon him and pursued him, not recognizing him. In an endeavour to save himself, he raised his eyes (and would have raised his arms, had he had them) toward Mount Olympus. The gods did not heed his plea, and he was torn to pieces. An element of the earlier myth made Actaeon the familiar hunting companion of Artemis, no stranger. In an embroidered extension of the myth, the hounds were so upset with their master's death, that Chiron made a statue so lifelike that the hounds thought it was Actaeon.
There are various other versions of his transgression: The Hesiodic Catalogue of Women and pseudo-Apollodoran Bibliotheke state that his offense was that he was a rival of Zeus for Semele, his mother's sister, whereas in Euripides' Bacchae he has boasted that he is a better hunter than Artemis:
ὁρᾷς τὸν Ἀκτέωνος ἄθλιον μόρον,
ὃν ὠμόσιτοι σκύλακες ἃς ἐθρέψατο
διεσπάσαντο, κρείσσον' ἐν κυναγίαις
Ἀρτέμιδος εἶναι κομπάσαντ', ἐν ὀργάσιν.
Look at Actaeon's wretched fate
who by the man-eating hounds he had raised,
was torn apart, better at hunting
than Artemis he had boasted to be, in the meadows.
In François Clouet's Bath of Diana (1558-59) Actaeon's passing on horseback at left and mauling as a stag at right is incidental to the three female nudes.
Further materials, including fragments that belong with the Hesiodic Catalogue of Women and at least four Attic tragedies, including a Toxotides of Aeschylus, have been lost. Diodorus Siculus (4.81.4), in a variant of Actaeon's hubris that has been largely ignored, has it that Actaeon wanted to marry Artemis. Other authors say the hounds were Artemis' own; some lost elaborations of the myth seem to have given them all names and narrated their wanderings after his loss.
According to the Latin version of the story told by the Roman Ovid having accidentally seen Diana (Artemis) on Mount Cithaeron while she was bathing, he was changed by her into a stag, and pursued and killed by his fifty hounds. This version also appears in Callimachus' Fifth Hymn, as a mythical parallel to the blinding of Tiresias after he sees Athena bathing. The literary testimony of Actaeon's myth is largely lost, but Lamar Ronald Lacy, deconstructing the myth elements in what survives and supplementing it by iconographic evidence in late vase-painting, made a plausible reconstruction of an ancient Actaeon myth that Greek poets may have inherited and subjected to expansion and dismemberment. His reconstruction opposes a too-pat consensus that has an archaic Actaeon aspiring to Semele, a classical Actaeon boasting of his hunting prowess and a Hellenistic Actaeon glimpsing Artemis' bath. Lacy identifies the site of Actaeon's transgression as a spring sacred to Artemis at Plataea where Actaeon was a hero archegetes ("hero-founder"). The righteous hunter, the companion of Artemis, seeing her bathing naked in the spring, was moved to try to make himself her consort, as Diodorus Siculus noted, and was punished, in part for transgressing the hunter's "ritually enforced deference to Artemis" (Lacy 1990:42) (Wikipedia).
And when we speak now, seldom as that is, the old language returns. I wonder if it makes old names make guest appearances in your mind. If you can feel the skin of my neck near yours one more time. Do you reach across the bed for a shape, no longer there. Do you remember it clearly or is it all just memories of memories. Is there still warmth from my fingers tracing the contours of your skin, left somewhere in your body. If you smell the smell of how I used to smell in a crowd, do you think of these things. Is something missing in everyone else's or someone new's voice. Will they never know quite how to laugh or breathe just behind your ear. Do they know what you look like when you want to leave a party, when you've had too much of people. Could they rebuild your body out of clay if they needed to, because they've touched it so many times. Does your back still arch the way it used to when I still kissed you.
Does an old singer sing an old song on an old radio.
Do the lyrics still shake your fucking soul.
Did it sound like this?
(description copied from ''i wrote this for u'')