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What we don't hear

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:31:32 +1000

In the silence,
In the echo,
In the things that could not be heard.

There was a voice,
And it spoke volumes,
And yet it spoke no words.

For in the background
In the way things ‘speak’,
So much is said without a sound

And yet we,
The thing we call ourselves…
‘Human’.

The only being who uses words to speak,

Is it any wonder the things we don’t hear?

Georgia mother loses child custody over humorous religion - Wikinews, the free news source

Sat, 18 May 2013 04:14:14 +1000

Georgia mother loses child custody over humorous religion - Wikinews, the free news source:

The law is for… Almost all. Well actually, it’s for some… a few only.
The holy symbol $ will set the law on a most righteous path and those who accept the rhetoric of its believe shall inherent the bliss of mind control. Hallelujah!

jebiwonkenobi: When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come...

Tue, 14 May 2013 15:16:10 +1000

jebiwonkenobi:

When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.

Albert Camus. Determined to be free…

Sun, 12 May 2013 16:01:56 +1000

Albert Camus.
Determined to be free…

I Forget

Fri, 10 May 2013 03:22:52 +1000

Long has been the time that I have endeavored to be nothing more and nothing less then myself. My aim and approach to things has been simple. To feel how I feel and to act according to what I believe, to maintain my integrity and to be true to both myself and to others…

And so it seems I float,
Strangely enough I drift,
Pushed and pulled by the surrounding currents.
And although my endeavors aim for the expression of me,
Whatever that is that I tend to be,
The way to find the purchase of self,
Is to just let go and be.

A leaf on the wind,
Never knowing what it means to be a leaf.
And it never matters the way the wind blows when you’re a…

I forget.

paperkitschen: The Renewed Chop Shop, 100a King Street...

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 22:16:00 +1000

paperkitschen:

The Renewed Chop Shop, 100a King Street Newcastle. Feature wall with selected works by NataLickiTSticksiT and Paper Kitschen

I’d like to visit this shop when I return to the steel city.

For the dusk

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 01:47:00 +1000

And the World, outside, it still tumbled.
In the clatter clank, wanting more, of more, ever more.
So much did we pursue the rumbling endless quest, to get our fill, we never saw the run off over the brim.
And it leaked, as did we all.
Never knowing enough, to know enough, to stop, and be satisfied.
“I should sleep,” that’s what she said, it’s what they all said, as they slept, eyes open, belly’s full.
Crunching crickets, drowning frogs, in the morning, right after the dawn. Barely awakened, only new, waiting for the dusk to come.

Nothing as it seems

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 08:37:00 +1000

The flashback was unexpected. Despite initial familiarity the world dislocated sideways, and although it was the same, it suddenly seemed different. And then the feeling progressed beyond anything he could have anticipated…

A stranger looked back at another, unknown, and yet the stranger had no eyes. Stranger still, it was no stranger at all, it was the everyday made foreign, like landing on a distant planet, or like being born and not knowing what it means to feel.

Being itself, new and estranged, he knew not how to be. Yesterday collapsed into tomorrow and all was unknown, as was each and every part.

It all got extremely heavy.

The self he thought he knew could not escape beyond his event horizon and turned inward. So much did he coil back inside he reached a certain density and was dumbfounded. He was nothing, nothing at all, and in fact everything that he formerly knew as something was not what he thought, for nothing was anything at all.

And then, out of the collapse of self, in the space of what was and was not, the probability that something new could emerge, from nothing whatsoever, crystallized. There was no boundary to nothing and so in total collapse, in a state beyond space-time, nothing was a paradox where something new emerged created.

And so his self was reborn again, and he knew not how… border-less and without an exit… but now at least he knew, nothing was just as it seemed to be.

Photo

Thu, 03 Jan 2013 08:52:22 +1000

Good Advice

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 07:12:00 +1000

elledark:

Never confuse education with intelligence, and never confuse either with wisdom.

And those who danced

Mon, 19 Nov 2012 22:39:00 +1000

Do you recall a time when what was important, when what you sort, was inspiration?

When what you aimed for meant something more then mere witticism? When the height of creativity was judged by those passing moments when you thought you had stumbled onto something, a knowledge that you sought again and again, trying to recapture?

And it was so powerful that even though you acknowledged that the attempt to grasp it again was doomed to fail, the fact that it couldn’t be held tight only eluded to its increased significance, pointed at its truth. A truth that was not a permanent disembodied lifeless form, but was instead an elusive imperfect fact of human understanding. A thing to be marvelled at like the movements of a dance, or the dizziness of song.

Do you remember when you wrote without considering your audience? Do you remember when you spoke just for joy?

When the idea that everything fades and decays never mattered, for the only thing that mattered was to capture that elusive something, even when you knew it would end.

Love pure and simple.

nevver: Ramones are rubbish, Morrissey

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 19:08:14 +1000

nevver:

Ramones are rubbish, Morrissey

Cause we all have the ability to speak to the Goddess… But...

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 17:33:00 +1000

Cause we all have the ability to speak to the Goddess… But for God’s sake please don’t pray, She might answer.

sagerabelaissoul: Really could!

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 10:15:35 +1000

sagerabelaissoul:

Really could!

A statement on facebook

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 10:08:59 +1000

Facebook is the 21st century’s symbol of Human attachment.

Jason Zuckerman (source) RIP: Ride in Peyote

Thu, 19 Jul 2012 16:00:00 +1000

Jason Zuckerman (source)

RIP: Ride in Peyote

freshbrewedillustration: Found out that Ray Bradbury died...

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 19:17:00 +1000

freshbrewedillustration:

Found out that Ray Bradbury died yesterday. Eons ago, I saw him speak. He was so inspirational. He believed children should be born in libraries instead of hospitals. This way, they immediately absorb the creativity of books. Bradbury’s books really took me to beautiful and scary places in a time when I really needed to be somewhere else rather than where I was at the time. I’ll always thank him for that.

For Ray Bradbury. sketchbook drawing and coloured with Adobe Photoshop CS6.

Copyright. 2012 Josue Menjivar and Fresh Brewed Illustration.

May he rest amongst the golden apples of the sun.

Miraculous :-)

Sat, 21 Apr 2012 15:00:22 +1000

Miraculous :-)

paperkitschen: Handmade paper Octopus-in-a-Bottle, Canson...

Sun, 15 Apr 2012 20:26:45 +1000

paperkitschen:

Handmade paper Octopus-in-a-Bottle, Canson archival paper and watercolour: Amphioctopus marginatus (Wild Veined Octopus) for sale now at the Chop Shop Clinic (c)SarahLDunn 2012

Gee, I have creative friends (who make me feel like a Neanderthal) :)

“This paradoxical intrinsic quality of existing with...

Sun, 15 Apr 2012 14:06:00 +1000

“This paradoxical intrinsic quality of existing with respect to something missing, separate, and possibly nonexistent is irrelevant when it comes to inanimate things, but it is a defining property of life and mind”

- Incomplete Nature: How Mind Emerged from Matter by Terrence W. Deacon

Image from:http://chomskyscolorlessgreenideas.blogspot.com.au/2009/09/chinese-room.html