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Here are a few fragments of drawings I've done that I felt like sharing. ( To see more of my stuff, click here )
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I like the paintings of Caio Fonseca.
They remind me of the inlaid marble Qur'anic prayers at the Taj Mahal.
I enjoy looking at that style of calligraphy.
It's a bit like opera to me; I have no idea what it means but hearing it cancels out the need to know and fulfills many other needs unnamed.
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We ought to set up these two mixed up kids on a date. They have so much in common.
Or do opposites make the better match, yin and yang, "you complete me," and all that? Something to ponder...
Whatever the case, in matrimony or not, someone should join these guys. They're falling apart. See, I used join there as a funny....
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At a very early point in my education, we were exposed to art along with milk and cookies and cartoons. We stared in transfixion at mobiles as they turned above us, at primary colors, at shapes we didn't yet know the names of, and still don't, in my case.
Later on... ( Click to read more )
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Morning!
That's what my straw boater and my buggy whip and I have to say to you, neighbor, "Morning!" So there.
(This just in: Not two moments ago I told a spoonful of oatmeal, "Touch, if you will, my stomach.")
Here's some jewelry I'd like to show anybody reading--
-- and there's more where that came from....
( Click here for more )
Sep. 19th, 2009 @ 11:13 am
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People who thrive under stress won't understand when I say that stress is bad for my psyche. It's as bad as jarring exertion is to someone with a bad back. Speaking of backs, when I say back off, the last thing to do to me is antagonize me if you want to stay on my good side. For some people, this is a hard thing to comprehend. Maybe those people thrive under stress. We're all different (yet the same!).
I'm running a fever today and have the shakes and am thirsty where no amount of fluid will quench me, but I'm not sick. These are peculiar side effects I suffer when stressed out. The past two days have done this to me, and I feel the need for
a stress-free day
so rather than dwell on it, I'll mention it and for the good of my psyche move on to something else....
( more )
Aug. 21st, 2009 @ 11:02 am
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Yves Saint Laurent owned a garden in Marrakech, Morocco, known as حديقة ماجوري, or Le Jardin Majorelle, where he would go to be inspired and alone, to think.
Everyone knows what his thoughts looked like. Sometimes he would show what those thoughts sounded like, though, by writing.
( Click here for more )
Aug. 18th, 2009 @ 02:47 am
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The architecture of Friedensreich Hundertwasser is a recent discovery of mine. His work is very joyous and colorful and, well, orgasmic. Architecture can be orgasmic, as whoever said, "If you build it, they will come," might testify.
With a name like Friedensreich Hundertwasser-- which, Wikipedia tells me, translates to Peace-Kingdom Hundred-Water-- one can't very well spend his life doing anything other than making the world a more interesting place. And with a name like Mark Harris, one might as well blog about it.
( Click here for more! )
Aug. 17th, 2009 @ 01:45 am
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We travel in the best circles, don't we....
(The grand staircase from the Palazzo Barberini, Rome)
( Click here for more! Bring Dramamine! )
Jul. 16th, 2009 @ 11:37 am
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The movies
treat me, every now
and then,
to the dangerous cinematic woman
wearing the classic colors.
And I love it
every time.
( for more, click here )
Jun. 9th, 2009 @ 11:59 am
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More fun stuff from
Edith Head...
I post this
for two reasons.
1) Because it's
beautiful and camp
at the same time,
which is nigh impossible
to achieve.
2) Because
David Puterbaugh
didn't use his
Edith Head
User Photo
yesterday
in comments,
and I've been
miserable about
that ever since.
Ooo, wait.
Hang on;
I need
to jam
for a sec:
If you wanna hang out
you've got to
take her out,
Miss Head.
If you wanna get down
[umph!]
down on the ground,
Miss Head.
She don't lie she don't lie she don't
lie...
[total silence]
...Miss Head.
( More! )
There. That ought to scare
an Edith Head
User Photo
out of David
Puterbaugh.
I've know him
so long,
and we're in
an anthology together...
I almost feel
like calling him
"Dave Puterbaugh."
You know, like some
guest on a talk show,
ankle crossed over knee,
corduroy lapels spread to
reveal chest hair and
gold medallion
to the late-nite
American
television viewer...
...saying stuff like,
"Yeah, I
was dunebuggying
with Nick Cage
the other day."
...or,
"Chris Atkins
thew this far-out
luau the other night."
It's enough
to make me
wonder if
I could
get away with
uttering, 'Than Burgoine.
: )
In other
news,
my computer needs
a new mouse.
grumblegrumblegrumble
Jun. 5th, 2009 @ 11:15 am
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| » A message from Mr. Unpredictable |
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And then,
just when everyone
thought
I was going to
gripe about how
getting a new mouse pad
wasn't the solution,
and that I'd have to
buy a new mouse,
I turned the tables and posted
Grace Kelly's entire
wardrobe
from Rear
Window instead.
How about a little ( Head )
Jun. 4th, 2009 @ 11:17 am
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(Hey, it's Mark! Here's you a poem.)
LONG ago Apollo called to Aristæus,
youngest of the shepherds,
Saying, "I will make you keeper of my bees."
Golden were the hives, and golden was the honey;
golden, too, the music,
Where the honey-makers hummed among the trees.
Happy Aristæus loitered in the garden, wandered
in the orchard,
Careless and contented, indolent and free;
Lightly took his labour, lightly took his pleasure,
till the fated moment
When across his pathway came Eurydice.
Then her eyes enkindled burning love within him;
drove him wild with longing,
For the perfect sweetness of her flower-like face;
Eagerly he followed, while she fled before him,
over mead and mountain,
On through field and forest, in a breathless race.
But the nymph, in flying, trod upon a serpent;
like a dream she vanished;
Pluto's chariot bore her down among the dead;
Lonely Aristæus, sadly home returning, found his
garden empty,
All the hives deserted, all the music fled.
Mournfully bewailing, -- "ah, my honey-makers,
where have you departed?" --
Far and wide he sought them, over sea and shore;
Foolish is the tale that says he ever found them,
brought them home in triumph,
Joys that once escape us fly for evermore.
(So sad! Mark again, BTW ...will there be a happy ending?)
( The brave can continue reading here.... )
Jun. 3rd, 2009 @ 11:07 am
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Something about
this place...
...attracts me
so.
( A few more pictures )
May. 27th, 2009 @ 11:11 am
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| » It's silent movie night! Shh! ...oh, wait... |
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David Lynch shot a 57-second film with a Cinématographe which was included in the 1995 movie Lumière and Company.
( click to see )
May. 24th, 2009 @ 01:44 am
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They're going to have to come up with a new letter to add to GLBTQ, because I've begun to realize I have a thing for movie theaters, and I refuse to believe I'm the only statistic.
The now-demolished Janus in Greensboro, the Grauman's Chinese and El Capitan in Hollywood, and here's another movie house (no, home) that delights me:
The Theater Tuschinski, in Amsterdam
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May. 21st, 2009 @ 12:41 pm
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I came across these shoes...
...and those who don't know me better are forgiven for thinking I meant something sexual by the way I phrased the opening of this sentence. Those who do know me better, well shame on you anyway.
( More! )
May. 16th, 2009 @ 11:23 am
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| » Ode to a Statue (or, A Hard Man is Good to Find) |
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Gather to me-- gather!-- my lonesome kin!
Of us 'twould be kind, ourselves 'twould behoove
As lusts perspire looking at hard men*
To visit one such who lives at the Louvre.
( Poetry-lovers, here's the door, go ahead and click here for more! )
May. 11th, 2009 @ 11:58 am
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