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[purvis9876]

I think bbill said I should post this here, so here goes. I may put up another couple here and there if anyone's interested. also, my friend, Caroline, liked this one enough that she asked if she could compose a motet around it. That's one hell of an honor. You better believe I said yes. Can't wait to hear what she makes out of it...



Nocturne

Inside the soft howl of bedded crickets
Midnight became unclouded
And I could not, from cold lips,
Grant the hour justice.

In soft wind, I raised the question of truth,
Declining myself the beauty of that moment—
All its beauty nothing more than a moment.

The gilded moon glows for no man's praise,
Nor do the insects pine in song for its light.
The moon glows. The crickets sing.
And that is all we need know of night.

Tom, great stuff here, man!. That last stanza gets me; especially the last line. I'd really like to read more. I think you can really tell a lot about someone from their poetry. "I'd just as soon play tennis with the net down-Rober Frost"  ;D

I also enjoyed My Love, The Black of Night. Lighthearted throughout but poignant on the rhyming lines. It has this thick feeling too it, and I like it! Maybe if you post a few more then I can "force" myself to get one(two, three, four) on here.

Anyone else out there too. Don't be shy; we have cookies.

[tomEisenbraun]

Dude, don't be shy! Here's the other I wrote this semester. Imitating Yusuf Komunyakaa.



A Smoke With The Moon

Breathing Apollo's dirty hand jive at the moon,
     that broken lantern for a belly
Is all I know of midnight.
     Twisting shadows across my wall
Through trees and beaten blinds,
     I curse its sojourner's path
As too regular to be authentic.
     My soul never knew the moon,
Never sang the stars or
     drank in the chicory black til it
Staggered out the door
     into the garden to lament
The small brown headstones
     of forgotten perennials
Wilted and now stiff in
     late November frost.
No, the sound of wind
     through the bowing willows
Only shifts the shadow against
     my face, cold against
The linoleum and whispering an empty
     prayer that I could know love
On the empty side of my bed,
     sheets thrown to the floor.

[tomEisenbraun]

I think bbill said I should post this here, so here goes. I may put up another couple here and there if anyone's interested. also, my friend, Caroline, liked this one enough that she asked if she could compose a motet around it. That's one hell of an honor. You better believe I said yes. Can't wait to hear what she makes out of it...



Nocturne

Inside the soft howl of bedded crickets
Midnight became unclouded
And I could not, from cold lips,
Grant the hour justice.

In soft wind, I raised the question of truth,
Declining myself the beauty of that moment—
All its beauty nothing more than a moment.

The gilded moon glows for no man's praise,
Nor do the insects pine in song for its light.
The moon glows. The crickets sing.
And that is all we need know of night.

Tom, great stuff here, man!. That last stanza gets me; especially the last line. I'd really like to read more. I think you can really tell a lot about someone from their poetry. "I'd just as soon play tennis with the net down-Rober Frost"  ;D

I also enjoyed My Love, The Black of Night. Lighthearted throughout but poignant on the rhyming lines. It has this thick feeling too it, and I like it! Maybe if you post a few more then I can "force" myself to get one(two, three, four) on here.

Anyone else out there too. Don't be shy; we have cookies.

and thanks so much. i wrote a song that had a similar idea as the poem, and I think I wrote the poem second. I'm not into posting lyrics of my own, but the first line is this:

My love,
two handfuls of earth
longing to become a flowerbed,
someday a garden...

[purvis9876]

Dude, don't be shy! Here's the other I wrote this semester. Imitating Yusuf Komunyakaa.



A Smoke With The Moon

Breathing Apollo's dirty hand jive at the moon,
     that broken lantern for a belly
Is all I know of midnight.
     Twisting shadows across my wall
Through trees and beaten blinds,
     I curse its sojourner's path
As too regular to be authentic.
     My soul never knew the moon,
Never sang the stars or
     drank in the chicory black til it
Staggered out the door
     into the garden to lament
The small brown headstones
     of forgotten perennials
Wilted and now stiff in
     late November frost.
No, the sound of wind
     through the bowing willows
Only shifts the shadow against
     my face, cold against
The linoleum and whispering an empty
     prayer that I could know love
On the empty side of my bed,
     sheets thrown to the floor.

It's so... bare and disclosed. You've got a nice flow about your poems, man. For what it's worth:

The Suspense Is Terrible

The suspense is terrible, I hope it'll last
Will he rise or remain there steady?
Is his fate to perish in this tunnel of filth
To meet the standards of the common and petty?

To rise or remain there steady
To feed those lives more ready

Can he be trusted with taste?
Can the filth do more than baste?

His spirit has no luminous side
Dark sheets cloud his disdain
The thoughts within him curve and collide
This is where his hate is contained

He will remain there steady
His lies keep him ready

And when his term is leased
On him, will the people feast


No Where To Lean

This seems like some type of original display;
The way you gaze at the screen.
I, for one, cannot hide my dismay
When you, YOU leave me no where to lean.

I cannot seek solace when they misinform
And you, YOU can only sympathize.
What meaning is there to continue standing
When gravity does not always try?

No chance of a break for worn out legs.
These events in time have torn us.
I search for a rail or chair to rest,
But I seep through them by lack of trust.

I grasp at the seat which holds my name
To find it laced with despair.
I find out my name must be taken
If I'm to ever be included in a pair.

But there sits my name, letters composed,
No one willing to see me bore.
Being alone will not help me barter
When I have no one to grow for.

So, chair or none, I still move ahead;
Lay out my heart for a few to see.
Put behind me all that I did dread,
Tear down walls that hinder me from being.

[meggha]

hello, i'd like to post images of my work here, but i don't know how to on this forum. i'm sure it's way simple, but i'm a little internet-handicapped at times.
thanks!

[capt. scotty]

hello, i'd like to post images of my work here, but i don't know how to on this forum. i'm sure it's way simple, but i'm a little internet-handicapped at times.
thanks!

when posting an image, all you gotta do is click the 3rd icon (says "insert image" when you hover over it) from the left when your typing a reply:

[img]here[/img

then put your url/link where it says here

[tomEisenbraun]

hello, i'd like to post images of my work here, but i don't know how to on this forum. i'm sure it's way simple, but i'm a little internet-handicapped at times.
thanks!

hey, it's pretty easy, actually! you see all those little buttons above the text box when you go to make a post? just hit the one that looks like it has a portrait on it. top row, third from the left. it'll pop up with the "img" tags. and you just want to post your image link in between the two tags. Say I wanted to post a picture of how awesome Tom Selleck is.

I'd hit that button or just type in the code and it gives me img inside a set of brackets and then another "img" in brackets, but this time with a forward slash preceding the "img"inside the brackets. In between the middle two brackets -- the ][ -- I'd slap my picture link ( http://www.quirkcollective.com/images/SelleckMagnum.jpg ) and voila:



Tom Selleck. And/or your art.

[meggha]

thanks guys! also, tom selleck KICKS ASS! I have been trying to grow that moustache for some time now, but alas, once again, I fail.
anywho, here are some photos of my paintings. i'm currently going through and trying to edit all these photos, but i will try to post all the good stuff here throughout the week.
This one is of my great-great-grandmother. I did this last year, fall semester (fall '07); at the time I was working from old family photos.



And this one if of my great-grandfather Daniel (on left) and his brother Henry. These guys are so cool and hip, I wish I could've known them.



For the past year, I have been painting landscapes. Soon, I will post some of them....

[meggha]

okay, i will just post some more now. st. john, i'm afraid i can't email you this shit because gmail hates me right now.

These are from my series of landscapes from Fall 2008. All of them go together, yet each can stand on its own. They each have long titles, taken from songs and readings that have inspired me in the past six months.
the first one: "No matter how it ends--until the body is combed into the water and one with the weeds--growing there"


"I am trying to break your heart--to make all flights from this nest, all forays, to keep hunting there"


"In the morning on the fields of green--it is always there inside the head, and will it stay there always?"


"In the homeland we've never seen--the child sees intense color in complete simplicity"

[Sassbox]

Breathtaking.  Thank you for sharing.

[Love Dogg]

okay, i will just post some more now. st. john, i'm afraid i can't email you this shit because gmail hates me right now.

These are from my series of landscapes from Fall 2008. All of them go together, yet each can stand on its own. They each have long titles, taken from songs and readings that have inspired me in the past six months.
the first one: "No matter how it ends--until the body is combed into the water and one with the weeds--growing there"


"I am trying to break your heart--to make all flights from this nest, all forays, to keep hunting there"


"In the morning on the fields of green--it is always there inside the head, and will it stay there always?"


"In the homeland we've never seen--the child sees intense color in complete simplicity"

Those are awseome meggha.  Are any of your landscape pieces for sale by chance?

[FACE]

i just did Meg's (EC's) album art! i will have it to share, soon, I think!

[red]

i just did Meg's (EC's) album art! i will have it to share, soon, I think!

I'm so excited for both of you!  Can't wait to see it.  (And to hear the album, too.)

[FACE]

here is the image, without her type, anyway.
hmmm

[ManNamedTruth]

okay, i will just post some more now. st. john, i'm afraid i can't email you this shit because gmail hates me right now.

These are from my series of landscapes from Fall 2008. All of them go together, yet each can stand on its own. They each have long titles, taken from songs and readings that have inspired me in the past six months.
the first one: "No matter how it ends--until the body is combed into the water and one with the weeds--growing there"


"I am trying to break your heart--to make all flights from this nest, all forays, to keep hunting there"


"In the morning on the fields of green--it is always there inside the head, and will it stay there always?"


"In the homeland we've never seen--the child sees intense color in complete simplicity"

Love all of them, thanks for sharing! The last two landscapes are my favorite.

[mjkoehler]

meggha- AWESOME!

[tomEisenbraun]

okay, i will just post some more now. st. john, i'm afraid i can't email you this shit because gmail hates me right now.

These are from my series of landscapes from Fall 2008. All of them go together, yet each can stand on its own. They each have long titles, taken from songs and readings that have inspired me in the past six months.
the first one: "No matter how it ends--until the body is combed into the water and one with the weeds--growing there"


"I am trying to break your heart--to make all flights from this nest, all forays, to keep hunting there"


"In the morning on the fields of green--it is always there inside the head, and will it stay there always?"


"In the homeland we've never seen--the child sees intense color in complete simplicity"

Those are awseome meggha.  Are any of your landscape pieces for sale by chance?

I am also interested in the answer to this question. These are so incredible. I wish I had a better vocabulary for art, because I feel like all I could say about these are so lacking. I'm completely enthralled by the clouds in your first landscape picture.

Absolutely love the painting of your grandmother, too.

[st. john]

megj,

thx.   :o :o :o
looks like blue gramps passed his genes on to carl - what thinks u?

did u use the same canvas ratio on pupose? love how ur sky could pass for sea.  love the autumn one.

sending u pm to have my rant.

[meggha]

megj,

thx.   :o :o :o
looks like blue gramps passed his genes on to carl - what thinks u?

did u use the same canvas ratio on pupose? love how ur sky could pass for sea.  love the autumn one.

sending u pm to have my rant.

actually gramps looks just like my dad. to me...
canvas ratio? how do you mean?
the sky and sea thing--- a lot of people have been discussing the marine aspects of the paintings. but i live in the desert and rarely go to the ocean. i've been to the ocean more in dreams. but i spose i've been reading about the ocean a lot.
rant rant rantrantrant.

[red]

here is the image, without her type, anyway.
hmmm

Love it!!!  So much.