I had too much of everything and Everything was using me up.
Tag: love
Art #intimate
Emmet Gowin’s 1971 portrait of his wife, Edith, peeing in a barn seems to repel clichés—about love and intimacy, artist and muse, public and private—as an amulet repels evil spirits. >More about The most intimate photograph< © Rivenrod 2017
Words #kindness: Naomi Shihab Nye
“Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.” From the poem Kindness. Perhaps we must travel through this period of anxiety, fear, hatred and anger before we can emerge stronger and kinder people. Or, must we also learn the cleansing properties of hatred, pure hatred, […]
Pop Surrealism
Extraordinary, evocative paintings by Spanish master Dino Valls
Christmas frolics
No one needs an excuse to party especially not us poor shivering blue skinned folks in the northern hemisphere. No, the holiest of holidays calls for shinnanigans and japes, mischief and mayhem just as much as firelight, romance, love and generosity and, of course, an over indulgent abundance of pies. Pies of every hue, shade […]
August is auspicious
August is named after the Roman Emperor Augustus (No, really?). Yes really, in 8BC. And another thing about August, the word, august, means: 1. dignified or imposing: an august presence. 2. of noble birth or high rank: an august lineage. Also, weirdly, there are no anagrams in the English language that uses all the letters […]
Swell: my new book
Swell: it may be true that a nondescript, tiresomely uncomplicated man is found dead in an isolated hut in the middle of a car park by a voluptuous young woman who is convinced he is her saviour. The evidence might suggest his death has been caused by the unbearable heat then again, it may not be […]
Art: Syria
Syria is a new gallery of paintings and drawings which attempts to make some sense of one of the most catastrophic human tragedies. And while you’re doing that, do this . . . Kings of Leon: Cold desert https://rivenrod.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/11-cold-desert.mp3 © Rivenrod 2015
Someone built a motorway on my cloud
At the junction of the main road leading to the town where I lived for a year, was a flourishing marsh. A broad flood plain, knee deep in lush grasses, lichen and willow rushes, it was a sanctuary for wildlife. Here and there, emerging from the spongy green tangle, was a scattered rash of whitewashed […]
