Rocks, leaves, pottery shards, broken board overturned in search of luminous word that might ease a poem through tension of page …
Category: Being
November Light
November night, November need, the bleed of light our planet’s blue and feckless flight from sun, and the meaning we ascribe for optimism’s sake.
Climate Change
Content, context, and text setting are all freshly changed up enough from last week’s blog to create a different experience. The photo is mine too so no infringement of anyone’s copyright occurs.
That Moment of Lucid Dream
Aware within sleep … aware of the wrangle jangle jar of alarm …
Verse for a Vertebra
A back-roast, many decades ago, yielded a magnificent form to which I thought I only needed to add some scratch lines and a little ink to ease the butcher’s blind and brilliantly brutal chop, and heighten tone.
September Word
Always an unseen late summer word waiting on the pull-rope slippery as a winter mitt and sock
Fillière © 2017
A Rumour of Humour
Blue Chip Humour like blue-chip anything loves/thrives on brevity and clarity. And if you love / own dogs the following drawing is so droll and true to their least hello.
“Hi, I’m Scott and you are …?
Blue Chip Humour ll.
Below is Mark Twain’s “Celebrated Jumping Frog”. (You can look it up in Wikipedia if you’re unfamiliar with the hilarious tale).
I fancy Mark Twain would have been pretty delighted with this visual interpretation of the tampered-with critter as a connect-the-dots, connect-with-the-lead-shots response, that put an end to its owner’s outrageous brags and bets on its jumping capacities.
Scott Fillier © 2017
Portrait as Poem
The watercolour is recent, June 2017.
Deep, Deep
Deep, deep how deep can we go and whom do we know whom we know we think …
(We start out with such endearing presences, and can’t figure out how we lose that charm).
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