Monday, March 26, 2012

Mag #110 The Light From Your Eyes

image: Duane Michals





by Chiccoreal


Friday, March 23, 2012

~ I'M A LUCKY DUCKY~I'm gonna tag yah!!!(Ty~Kathe W)

Tag.... I'm a Lucky Duck !
I am a lucky duck, I was tagged, along with ten
other victims(er, I mean lucky ducks), by Eric Alder(
Here are MY eleven questions to ask my TAGGEE'S
l. What kind of film (modern or historic) would best describe your life?
Jane Jones: The Sound of Music with a side of Crash
2. What was your favourite toy from childhood and why? What did it do for you? (never mind that last question)
Superball. And no, it never did come back.
3. If you could go back into the past (perhaps a time portal or stargate) what would you do in the present to effect positive change in the future?
Stop all dictators.
4. What is your favourite meal, and why?
Mandarine salad the way Donnie makes. (Donnie Pizza is called Mountain Shores Pizza Collingwood) Nice plug, eh Donnie?)
5. Favourite place or future destination?
To visit sacred sites and stay there indefinitely.
6. Favourite drink?
Yogurt-Soya-fruit-of-the-day Shake with my Bullet.
7. Who's your hero/heroine and why?
Anne of Green Gables because she is Canadian and I try to promote Canadiana.
8. ANY Guilty pleasureS?
Hell, yeah!
9. You won the what do you do?
Take off, my sacred places and do sacred things (like not mentioned in #8)
10. What gadget can you not live without? (well at least have some difficulty adjusting without)
Internet, oh course, and "duh"~!
11. Could you give up your main mode of transportation for a day?
Maybe for a year and counting~!
Since I haven't been tagged in quite awhile,I thought what the heck-I’d
play along…The rules of this tagging are:1.You must post these
rules2.Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post3.Create
eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged4.Tag eleven people with
a link to your post. (The hardest part, in my case)5.Let them know you
tagged themThe eleven questions I must answer are:1.What do you
really like that nobody else seems to enjoy at all?This is a hard
question- maybe Foreign films that are sub-titled?2.What thing from
childhood (besides youth) do you wish you still had?My old ice
skates-wouldn't fit in them but just as a momento.3.If you could
change just one event in history – what, how and why?I wish we had
never ever gone into Iraq.4.Favorite pizza
toppings?Fresh tomato, basil,pepperincinis and fresh garlis
...lots!5.Favorite alcoholic beverage? (Or
non-alcoholic)Cold IPA ale on a hot summer day after
gardening6.Place you’ve never visited but would love
to?Cinque Terre in Italy7.Favorite old
movie?Auntie Mame8.Guilty musical
pleasure?Rockabilly9.You’ve won a huge lottery! Now
what?Don't do anything different for a year.
Ponder.10.Modern convenience you just can’t live
without?Hot water in a bathtub11.Do you really like
question lists like these?Well now- it's ok-BUT I wouldn't want to
do this all the time.My eleven new questions
are:1. What is your very first memory?2. If you had a camera as
a child, what was your favorite photo?3. What is your favorite meal?4.
What super power would you like to have?5. What is your favorite junk
food?6. What book are you reading right now?7. Who is your personal
hero/heroine?8. Favorite city and why?9. Your favorite all time
movie?10. Do or don't you like to camp and why?11. Could you give up
your car?Here are the lucky ducks that I'm
tagging:1. Rinkly Rimes:
T's Subplot:

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Mag#109 The Screw Men Like to Fix Things

image: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison

The Screw Men Who Like to "Fix" Things
image: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrisonimage: Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison
These men are called The Screw Men
They fix things
Some call them engineers
Whatever! They like to fix things
All day long they screw things
They call it torquing
Some call it forking
Whatever! They like to fix things
If there is a job to do, the Screw Men
Will do it
Whatever! They like to fix things
The Screw Men do will do it, and do it, well
They will save the planet if need be
Whatever~ They like to fix things
Thank-you Tess Kincaid of The Mag for this very screwy albeit decidedly determined picture~!

Monday, March 12, 2012

The Mag #108 Casa Azul: The Heart of Frida Kahlo

CASA AZUL The Heart of Frida Kahlo

she ought nought
she may never have thought
to herself
as she ought and did
in thought and deed
what she wanted to do
was she just another
artist prone to feeling and being alone
living her art with a broken heart?
she slide into sunlight-streamed
rooms darkened by black lace
over her face and
shoulders he
clothed her nakedness
heaving sighs tossed her about
whipped her into a frenzied mess
like a lapsed lover she had held onto
free floating she had backslide into oblivion
only to lick her too-deep wounds
likening the taste to sea salt and Diego
she peeked at these realms
layers of cortex outcroppings
to find him always there
to wear him like a crown
in her heart he was a painful miracle
a creative revolutionary of the times
in a place known as Mexico
she had multiple flowerings there
as this love had melted them together
kept them like wax and sugar eternal
they melded form eventually, fused faces
over years of coming together
they contain containers and volumes of themselves
nigh impossible to make all this happen again
and then what would if one could
would it bring about the beginning to come again
out of her to be worn away in this way, again?
to put away the worm that betrays us
yet we still celebrate?
after years of put on hold life
of stark dark eyes stare-down
keeping passions held close to the abreast
to be used and held in this way
for too many year, for far too long
on the bay of her moorings
all but she had noticed the lightening display
the Clap of Thunder overhead
sure she'd render asunder to surrender
the weary yearly display of pictures
hung over their heads like skeletal remains
sentinels vowing and warning of pending
passions culminating in sweet death
the deflowering process
so brighter than sublime
your sunshine of your love
spake glory louder than words
posed and positioned
all remains aloof
a sudden fit to laugh it off
she loosens her fall-away kimono
yesterday's dresses neatly hung
opened her love letters to herself
this line cast long shadows
forever flowers relinquish languor
leave fragrant blossoms once more
jasmine-scented your love of beauty remains
non-plussed by time or steady intake of tickle
pass on the passer-bys
as this show must go on
must stay and trickle
her blood on this rock
on this cloth's raiment
on this painted tin panel
on this bed of thorns
proof you need of miracle?
when all around you is this?
to her this rocky adventure
and alchemical wedding
her spine enervated for a moment
caught by the outcropping
her nerves fibre art
tenuous at best this taste of salt
wounded by a thousand moons
void of position
arrows left wanting, waiting
by river's edge
sun-ripened flesh
left fresh watermelon taste
these pleasure known to all
this is all
Viva la Vida
with no seeds
your weakness so sexy
succulent supine position
all sinewy slithering mud
under the seething teeth
drooling drip wrestling
Angelic us to Jacob's
stepped volcano
where she stood atop
nonstop PreColumbian love
she could let go
but never let on
she would be
disguised by love
disgusted at pain
distinguished at service
waiting unknown hours
drenched to the bone
through and through
he'd never be through with her
married again they clung like cling peaches
thoroughly invisible to others
save the passionate urgings of wet paint
turgid flesh pounding the pavement
just a wisp of a girl turned up
cloaked in a Buffalo blanket
one glam leg left dangling
foot in cold water playing
with missing heart
the spring run-off
with someone else
monkey-filled green space
then she could
infuse herself with new life
as she without breathe
could coax the soul fires
for a moment eyes closed
hung on like a hinge
onto the last image of love
she gasped "Oh"
lungs filled again
with multiple panspermia
wading out so far, too far out to her meet her lover
it must be she buttoned his shirt
and it was the bottom of the sixty-ninth
he's hope to put a tadpole in her briny ocean
seemingly eternity would not wait
the feeding frenzy was somewhere else
He longed to take her out
beyond mere eschatology
plunging deep into her cave
he urged her to Come out Frida
to awaken the feather serpentine design
Quetzalcoatl the Puppet in the Jacket
moment of her beauty never fading
the light always a wax'd candle lit flame
A Passion Play by playing a part, an actor
longing to play a part in her own production
she created doom on display
producing the plethora of intense passion
all items known to symbolize
a union of all we are
flowing river of carnal knowledge
edgy, finding self in the chasm
unisex before unity
defining her own terms
and thus she could now trust in his
she infused her jasmine ebony hair with ribbons
wore costumes he'd like, she'd like if he had of stayed
instead of strayed
to have children
she wanted this so badly
her skin warmed us by image
she infused her charmed life into us
all this that she was put into this
made us dream these strange dreams
these worlds of hers
remain alive
Casa Azul; House of Blues and Pain Factory
her lover's tent a place she called grounded
made a rustle, between the sheets
she dewy-eyed wild-eyed deer look
hair running wild down her cheeks
tears of joy painful to watch
her passing image bolts us into submission
she holds us captive
ignites the night with a thousand stars
here where these two supernova's meet
conspicuous rivers converge
in the art world
Frida; please glaze down from heaven
at the rooted ground strung with ribbons
see the place teaming with microscopic life
where crawfish breathe cement
and conch shells spew panspermia
and caw caw birds macaws and leave lucky reminders
did your monkeys lifeline or am I to throw on to you?
Your paintings cry "Help me Jesus" yet I did see some saviours
but not one could save you here,
I see you as a martyred saint for women without wombs...
Did you mend your broken heart?
Did you really come to terms with life
when you chose not to return?
as how could one remain oblivious to your pain
to that eternal jungle scream from you
Are you still broken heart mind and soul?
I know you are not in pain anymore
But you lived~!
held onto sheer pleasure too
to fly sky-high free floating love
as the message is this
"get into the pain to release it"
you knew this
sensed the burning of things
sensation of flesh-fed fires
and yet you produced flowers
odd though they may be after churned out
of burbling of love-drowned tongues
blurred lines long distant hissing
and danger in the desert
your defence; you have none
where these subterranean places meet you
and where you grew up
still longing to invite us
to Casa Azul
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to
fly?Read more:

Monday, March 5, 2012

The Mag #107 First Attempt to Spoon the Moon (with much credo to Tess Kincaid)

The Mag #107

First Attempt to Spoon the Moon

Over the Moonerisms
Love O' Spoonerisms

I fancy that
Eye Nancy they

Trials and Tribulations
Troubles with Treble nay, shuns

Dishearten pleas
Discord en, please

Tangled up in Blue
Wrangled up n' Booze

Here's Looking at You Kid
Where's Nookie fg Ukulele?

I got my eye on you
Egad me honey

ay Louvre vu
i open ewe
new open view

Very close and almost if almost were a part of the brain that wants to hear something other than that which forms the lexicon of words. As we hear the sound, the sound forms comprehensive meaning only after we pull together all the loose sounds as meaningful threads which makes parts of words, words, then parts of speech, then constructs of sentences, paragraphs, essays, novels, tortes of all kinds (tarts of mocha). As such is the nature of speech and all that is in it does make this shock of the new (Shaka khan) and as all these new word form from the sounds of the VOWELS..and we put together so many cliche words to make a whole new Ball of whack, or bally wick (also known as a ball of wax). And I may I be so bold as to suggest our brains have fun tweaking these originating sounds to create new meaning? As creative as it gets on the down low or DE louvre and all the while (elderberry)will be doing just this all wrong (awry). So how now brown cow (Elbrus or leads us on a wonderful trip down memory lane (mom relay) this is how these new words are formed~ Ha Ha (hey hey~)
do listen to "Tangled Up In Blue" with Bob Dylan (Wrangled up n Booze with Borderland)
(and thanks to the use of spellcheck for a new slant on spoonerisms plus I found a new mountain pic to put on my timeline which is getting less time and more line)