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But, more importantly, today’s emerging photographers now must be “visual wordsmiths” with either a clear didactic or an esoteric imperative. Be a poet, not a technical “writer”. Perhaps more simply put, find a heartfelt personal project. Give yourself the “assignment” you might dream someone would give you. Please remember, you and only you will control your destiny. Believe it, know it, say it :-)
David Alan Harvey
HBW HGGT HDT!
male widow skimmer dragonfly, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Clothes: neve short - wordsmith
Boots: BUENO-Ali Boots
Accessories: RichB. Sally Armband
Legal Insanity - River bracelets
Hair: DOUX - Clover hairstyle
Pose; Secret Poses - Avril
Tattoo: .: CORAZON:. Tattoo MIA :.
Artwork: HIDEKI - CANVAS
"Hands are sweaty
My heart beats heavy
There's something out there
I swear, I'm not ready
And I don't really know where to go from here"
Inspired by: Lyrics & Song
♪ Alice Merton - Vertigo (Official Video) ♪
I totally fell in love with the new male only event, Monsieur Chic. It’s just amazing and riiight up my alley in terms of male fashion. It’s classy , dandy, so posh! I always have a lot of fun trying to create a story around the character gives it personality through scenery or accessories. This fancy Sir is a writer, someone skilled with words and highly literate. Perhaps a Nobel? Anyway, if you fancy and you know it, grab your purse and run to Monsieur Chic!
Brick Lane street art by WRDSMTH (= Wordsmith).
Any piece by Wordsmith is immediately recognizable:
Showing an oldstyle typewriter producing
some white paper with a poignant phrase.
Short, rather witty and kinda philosophical.
www.instagram.com/lightcrafter.artistry
A tribute to the many writers who have played an unimaginably important role in my life. Language is one of the most magical and delightful creations the human race has produced (I find it significant that certain religions and ideologies stress the power of the written and spoken word)--various arcane symbols rooted in ages gone by, filled with nuanced meanings, ever changing and evolving. Language enables us to share our ideas, feelings and emotions with other humans, a sort of primitive telepathy--a way of bridging the gap between our isolated conscious experiences, across time and space.
Without the magic of language, and the many writers who have dedicated themselves to the craft and mastery of it, our life here on Earth would be significantly impoverished.
So here's to the writers, living and dead; the wordsmiths who live in my heart and converse in my head.
All images © 2017 Daniel Kessel.
All rights reserved
A line from Billy Bragg (Greetings to the new Brunette) another master wordsmith.
The lyric can be interpreted in a more salacious manner but I was thinking in relation to an image that we can manipulation to create an impression of a feeling, a mood, a thought.
I was abit hesitant to put his up as it's not my usual type of image and perhaps people wont like it.
But I guess "you can't please all of the people all of the time" and perhaps you oughtn't try.
Looking at his life in those days from the outside, in retrospect, we might say Gerard, though posted to many places, did not have a very eventful life. However, his poetic experimentations were the events and experiences of his life, wrung from him at times of high emotion—ecstasy, tragedy, devotion—wrestled from his wordsmith’s stock-in-trade, written into his relationship with Christ. Gerard’s theology shaped the framework, and his aesthetic sensibility provided the form. The result was his true self, spelled out on the page.
-A Heart Lost in Wonder The Life and Faith of Gerard Manley Hopkins, Catharine Randall
Lryic, MollyCat, Natalie Elizabeth, Tasha (newest member), and Carnal.
Tasha seems to love the camera!😂😂
Dunstanburgh Castle, Embleton Bay, Craster, Northumberland
After the "flying naan bread", which incidentally was about 3pm when there was still the last throws of a blue sky to be seen, I was forced further up the beach. The conditions were getting bleaker and tempestuous by the minute. And to add insult to injury, the sea foam was making a mockery of any long exposure shots I had planned for, but since I had cajoled Mrs R this far under the pretence of it being the best view of the castle (hmm), I thought I'd better make an attempt... this is 20 minutes after naan and as good as it got!
In hindsight, I quite like the whiteout sea... it reminds me of John Carpenter's The Fog, and if I was a good wordsmith I might have gone down that road for a decent title, but you can't have everything. Not so sure I'd like to be there on my own after dark with only moonlight for company and that thought in my head.
Found a song to go with it thought... one for you Mark...
"In the middle of the street
In the middle of the street I call your name
Oh, Yoko
Oh, Yoko
My love will turn you on"
-- John Lennon (with wordsmithing by me)
Yoko, the Boston Terrier (in the middle of the street)
Chicago, IL
2019
© James Rice, All Rights Reserved
after much discourse, contemplation, and help from computer guru/photographer extraordinaire/wordsmith Paul BOudreau I've figured out how to implement my plan. I'd like you folks to think about what your best shot of the year was and put a link to it in comments. I'll unfave and refave so I can put it in a gallery. I'd love to hear the telling of the tale if it isn't already on the pic. Have fun with this, it's a hard choice for sure. I'll start in comments.
come back in a week or so and check this out, I follow some awesome folks. :-)
Natalie Elizabeth Wordsmith, I didn’t know you could love someone you have never met this much.
Dreaming ~Selena
youtu.be/VRU2qs82DAg
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I stay up and think of you
And I wish on a star
That somewhere you are
Thinking of me too
'Cause I'm dreaming of you tonight
'Till tomorrow
I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Than here in my room
Dreaming about you and me
"It was a dark and stormy night....."
(Instead of writing the great American novel, I've decided I want to shoot the cover of the novel and leave the wordsmithing to others....)
London people, a street portrait.
(© 2019 Janys L) All rights reserved.
Not for use outside this site without my permission.
I can’t explain how grateful I am for this man. He makes me as calm as the body of water we are gazing into…💙💕
Focus Pose
Just Because dress
DOUX hair
Oh my gosh....what an amazing feeling to be able to hold LOVE in your arms. Carnal and I adore her so much!
Daniel Barter Photography on Facebook
A residence has been on the site of the current manor since as early as the 15th century - perhaps earlier. It was once the residence of the famous English wordsmith John Milton. The current manor was rebuilt in 1848. Unfortunately, It has been abandoned since 1987 and is now protected by an angry shotgun welding farmer and an adolescent bull.
Once known as Broad Water but the name changed when two brothers drowned in its waters in the eighteenth century. I recently read about a newspaper article dated Jan 1788 reporting two brothers aged 16 and 19 returning home across a frozen lake fell through the ice and drowned.
The path around the lake has to provide one of the most beautiful short walks in the Lake District with the added bonus of an old Inn half way round, when open!! Limited parking at the Northern end of the lake....
Those great walkers and wordsmiths Dorothy and William Wordsworth passed this way a long time ago and Bill sat for while on Cow Bridge to catch his breath. Dorothy continued down the path towards the lake and later wrote, "the boughs of the bare old trees, the simplicity of the mountains, and the exquisite beauty of the path...the gentle flowing of the stream, the glittering, lively lake, green fields without a living creature to be seen on them."
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Kris Kristofferson June 22, 1936 - September 28, 2024
I was so saddened to hear we lost a giant of a man Kris Kristofferson last week. I was turned on to Kris as a young man by my uncle on his farm I worked when I was a young man. Such a brilliant man, a wordsmith par excellence!
I choose this song over the dozens of other incredible tunes he wrote, because I have always felt a connection of its duality paradox of the human condition, and we all have 2 sides of us.
Kris was a "Dudes" Dude!
Rest In Peace Song Man!
🎶[The Silver Tongued Devil And I (Kris Kristofferson)] 🎶
🎶[The Silver Tongued Devil And I (Kris Kristofferson Live!)] 🎶
I took myself down, to the Tally Ho Tavern
To buy me a bottle of beer
And I sat me down by a tender young maiden
Whose eyes were as dark as her hair
And as I was searching from bottle to bottle
For somethin' unfoolish to say
That silver tongued devil just slipped from the shadows
And smilingly stole her away
I said hey, little girl, don't you know, he's the devil
He's ev'rything that I ain't
Hidin' intentions of evil
Under the smile of a saint
All he's good for is gettin' in trouble
And shiftin' his share of the blame
And some people swear he's my double
And some even say we're the same
But the silver-tongued devil's got nothin' to lose
I'll only live till I die
We take our own chances, and pay our own dues
The silver tongued devil and I
Like all the fair maidens who've laid down beside him
She knew in her heart that he'd lied
Nothin' that I could have said could have saved her
No matter, how hard that she tried
'Cause she'll offer her charms, to the darkness and danger
Of something that she's never known
And open her arms at the smile of a stranger
Who'll love her and leave her alone
And you know he's the devil
He's everything that I ain't
Hidin' intentions of evil
Under the smile of a saint
All he's good for is gettin' in trouble
And shiftin' his share of the blame
And some people swear he's my double
And some even say we're the same
But the silver-tongued devil's got nothin' to lose
I'll only live till I die
We take our own chances, and pay our own dues
The silver tongued devil and I
- Kris Kristofferson
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dont ever fall in love on the net
said Prince the sagacious African Parrot
women on the net will chew your brains
whatever is left of your crestfallen carrot..
all their sententious non sensibilities
you will inherit....the woman on the net
who is more fucked than her fucked up silhouette
said Prince thinking of her gives me coldsweat
woman on the net..a
deep wound and regret..
dont ever fall in love or abet....
forever fucked to a bad debt
turn gay fall in love with a man
instead..said Prince the all wise omniscient debugging
african parrot..almost re sounding a threat
but she whom I love how can I forget
she who eloquently silently overcooks
her thoughts in a her minds kitchenette
my head guillotined and flushed in her blue toilet.
my 283 rd poem
This was an Ode to an American Blog Goddess I accidentally fell in love with ..she was a journaler and a wordsmith
love as a lonely hunter is merely a myth a memory
a cornerstone monolith
#firozeshakir
#beggarpoet
28 June 2007
Can be viewed larger but avoid the original size.
In a black and white film mood, at least parts of this is.
I'm not going to tell you about a girl...
If you need something softer, this is beautiful...
(I know Sarah Brightman did a cover of this later, but she's the blandest, most boring artist I know, all surface and zero content so just try to avoid her version. Please. May good taste be with you.)
Colin was once a soldier and a warrior.
Colin is a poet and wordsmith.
He is writing a book.
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded HOBD-W overhead. Triggered by Cybersync.
To Dad With Love
Henderson, Ray
Del-Fi DFLP 1208
1959
If you are reading this, YOU HAD A FATHER! Remember that!
"Jubilee" class no 45690 "Leander" wearing her latest black livery and working hard on Wilpshire bank under heavy skies with the returning "Fellsman" on Wednesday evening.
Mmmm, am i beginning to sound like the silver tongued wordsmith?????
This is for Xris Taylor and Randy Der Joel ..two people who call me a wordsmith .. I use the same words over and over and over again..
I began writing verse at Buzznet its been a journey in and out of hell..it began in August 2005 ..
I am perhaps the only unpublished cyber toilet poet on paper, .my poems were inspired on the hot seat of wisdom most of the time .. earlier of course, as the way I write poems now you might think I have the runs..falling in love makes you a better poet than a photographer and falling out of love makes you a great photographer than a poet .. I am struggling anyway..
words with a hammer
in my head
I hit left and write
words that are silhouettes
black and white
words that in the deepest
darkness of remorse
become a tunnel of delight
words that invariably
hate to love , love to fight
words like flamingos
wingless flight
words my mornings
my evenings
my facebook nights
words uploading
the poetry of my plight
words walking a tightrope
fear of heights
words my body covered
with her love bites
words sexually airtight
words of a goddesses
thoughts ignite
words I did not
need to ghost write
when she flew from me
in perilous fright
calling me a shia thug
instead of a shiite
a blog of a word
my birth right
words words
shining bright
as pedestrian pathos
beneath street lights
google searching
for love
on her website
The Myths and Legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table
Wakeman, Rick
A&M QU-54515
1975
Cleo Wordsmith dreamed of being a reporter for the local newspaper. He beleev he would be really good because his dawter said all the other reporting was so grotesk, especially stories about wimmin. Unfortunately, the reporting masheen was hard to break into and Cleo never lived his dream. Instead, he opened a soop kitchen on an iiland in the Aegean Sea.
Bakersfield, California 2013
"The name "Osprey" made its first appearance around 1460, via the Medieval Latin phrase for "bird of prey" (avis prede). Some wordsmiths trace the name even further back, to the Latin for "bone-breaker"—ossifragus." allaboutboids