Art by Michael Tunk
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I was never much good at art, never knew what equipment to use, what equipment was fit for purpose, 2B or not 2B I was often asking myself.
Peak Warming Man said:
I was never much good at art, never knew what equipment to use, what equipment was fit for purpose, 2B or not 2B I was often asking myself.
I made up that joke in the 1980s.
Peak Warming Man said:
I was never much good at art, never knew what equipment to use, what equipment was fit for purpose, 2B or not 2B I was often asking myself.
You’re over-thinking it.
In fact I remember me and the kids were sitting around the table drawing, and I said, “Hmm, I wonder what pencil I should use….2B or 2B, that is the question…”
And without batting an eyelid my 9-year-old nephew followed up with:
….Whether ‘tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life….
CrazyNeutrino said:
Art by Michael Tunk
And a bit like
2B or 2B, that is the question = not
Where is Arts’ link on Neutrino stuff?
The Rev Dodgson said:
Where is Arts’ link on Neutrino stuff?
Ill find it and post it here later
CrazyNeutrino said:
The Rev Dodgson said:
Where is Arts’ link on Neutrino stuff?
Ill find it and post it here later
Here it is
https://www.instagram.com/crazy_neutrino/
Some of my Poetry that has been published
Veils of love
To dream beside one’s love sleeping,
intense imagery arrives embracing subdued sleep.
To reach celestial heights of love,
within a small circle of desperate intimacy.
Dreams tell me everything that speak of love,
letting itself in to surrender all confessions,
you lay beside me embraced in quiet virtue,
as a statue that teases Venus rises to reveal all
to the host of erotic art confined within the dream.
Your aura of femininity captures and engulfs,
holding me with experienced breath of naked perfume.
Calling me from the far most horizon of my dream,
as a profusion of voluptuary kisses drift in the wind,
reaching various parts of my soul that aroused me
with extreme delicacy, desperate to remove the
veils of love held within the dream.
—
Clouds
As I opened the silence
of privacy and erudition,
words poured forth,
filled my quiet corner of hope.
Possible moments move past me
like a wind that’s not here yet.
I’m waiting for it,
it’s arrival is very late.
Clouds move above me,
they cast shadows over me,
it’s a moment for breathing air.
I thought I remembered something.
Something is troubling me
as I stare into space.
Something about the silence,
the words that poured forth.
It was the shadows of the clouds
and the clouds themselves,
they go by unnoticed.
If only I could remember them all.
—-
In Sally’s Garden
Wearing your glasses,
you smell natures
sweet smells,
as you lie on the ground,
you let the sun sink into
every part of your flesh.
A gentle breeze cools your lips,
you watch a pigmy possum lick
the nectar from a flower,
and you imagine your own,
as the sun warms every part
of your body.
You refresh yourself
with cool water from a pond,
throwing it over your body,
you feel its coolness
as it goes down your throat
as nature promised.
Refreshed you warm
your other side,
as two butterflies
land on the small of your back,
with you unknowing,
they make love,
as your fingers start to explore
your garden.
—-
Egyptian Figures
Thebaic winds brushed against her face
Cerulean sky, utopian authority
Nefertari holds its presence with eternal awe
If it could be this place.
Egyptian figures moving through the sky
Like clouds they know how to fly
There is a feeling here
One knows it is very near.
A glimpse of ethereal colour
Spiritual hues sapphire, red ochre
Amethyst, topaz, viridian, copper
Reflecting from Giza, prismatic mirror.
The souls of the pharaohs forever eternal
Carried by Orion and Sirius stars nocturnal
The valley of the Kings full of hieroglyphs
The valley of the Queens filled high with gifts.
Nefertari swims the ancient waters of the Nile
Looks down over the sphinx that offers a calm denial
Drifting over the temple with the sign of life
restores the kingdom once more to its day to day strife.
Re the sun god enters into the night
Nut the sky goddess follows him just in sight
With the book of the under world the solar boat moves
Towards a new day Shu and Geb observe day to day rules.
Nefertari sleeps and dreams of light
Isis looks down and sees her so bright
Egyptian figures move through the realm of the dead
They must be careful of the perils that lie ahead.
The book of gates opens to exiled distress
the book of caverns reveals Tufnut a Goddess
Voices of Ba and Ka speak through a crystal place
The souls of the many move towards the afterlife.
Spiritual winds brushed against her face
Unrivalled love contemplative life
The book of the sun warms a new race
If it could be this place.
