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Monday 10th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 10, 2020 by bishshat

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Sunday 9th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 9, 2020 by bishshat

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Saturday 8th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 8, 2020 by bishshat

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Keeping Things Whole

Mark Strand

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

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Friday 7th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 8, 2020 by bishshat

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The Western Sky

Justin Hayward

Isn’t it a strange world?
With you and me
Gazing at each other
Through a misty scene of a part of me
Dreaming of the green hills
But we could fly
Listening to the night bird
That made us cries
With its lullaby

But we’ll overcome
And stand on the heights
And we’ll be together
In our dreams

As we look around us
The world goes on
We’re strangers in a strange land
Tryring to find where we don’t belong

Shadows in the darkness
Just passing through
Now that I have found you
I realize what I got to do

But we’ll overcome
And stand on the heights
And we’ll be together
In the end

Out on the horizon
The west wind sighs
A beautiful adventure
Waiting there in the western sky

Bring me some redemption
Take me home
Take me where my heart lies
Now I know that I’m not alone

But we’ll overcome
And stand on the heights
And we’ll be together
In our dreams

In the end
In our dreams
In the end
In the end, in our dreams, in the end

Wednesday 5th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 7, 2020 by bishshat

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Some artists sign their works with a symbol instead of with their written name. My favorite of all these artist’s symbols was the one employed by the great German gothic painter Lucas Cranach. Ferrebeekeeper has already written about Lucas Cranach’s troubling allegory Melancholy, his fascination with severed heads and femme fatales, and his magnificent depiction of animals. Cranach usually signed his works with a black winged serpent holding a ruby ring in its jaws and wearing a crown.

i have signed my paintings with a stamp of UppyALf long before I knew of Cranoch a reason was i could never get my signature to look like I wanted it to.

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What No-one Else Had, 2019, Oil on linen

Andrew McIntosh

Asking the question: “Do you want what no-one else had?”, the title of this painting is a reference to Cranach’s mischievous honey-thief in Cupid Complaining to Venus (National Gallery, London). Typically of McIntosh’s work, an eerily empty structure has become a reliquary for an iconic work of art, which can be seen displayed within the building. McIntosh has described how he was first drawn to the architecture of an isolated block of flats and a tree in South East London, which suggested to him a comparison with the position of Venus, standing beside a tree, in Cranach’s composition.

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Poison

Alice Cooper

Your cruel device,
Your blood like ice.
One look could kill,
My pain, your thrill.I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don’t touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poisonYou’re poison running through my veins
You’re poison, I don’t wanna break these chains.Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I’m caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweatI hear you calling and it’s needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don’t wanna touch you, but you’re under my skin (deep in)
I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poisonYou’re poison running through my veins
You’re poison, I don’t wanna break these chains
PoisonOne look (one look) could kill (could kill),
My pain, your thrill.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don’t touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

You’re poison running through my veins
You’re poison, I don’t wanna break these chains
Poison

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don’t touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

Well, I don’t wanna break these chains
Poison
Running deep inside my veins
Burning deep inside my veins
Poison
I don’t wanna break these chains
Poison
I don’t wanna break these chains

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Tuesday 4th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 4, 2020 by bishshat

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Monday 3rd August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 3, 2020 by bishshat

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Sunday 2nd August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 3, 2020 by bishshat

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Saturday 1st August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 1, 2020 by bishshat

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Friday 31st July 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 1, 2020 by bishshat

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Like An Inca

Neil Young

Said the condor
to the preying mantis
We’re gonna lose this place
just like we lost Atlantis
Brother we got to go
sooner than you know
The Gypsy told my fortune,
she said that nothin’ showed.

Who put the bomb
on the sacred altar?
Why should we die
if it comes our way?
Why should we care
about a little button
Being pushed by someone
we don’t even know?

Well. I wish I was an Aztec,
Or a runner in Peru
I would build such
beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an Inca from Peru.

If you want to get high,
build a strong foundation
Sink those pylons deep now
and reach for the sky
If you want to get lost
in the jungle rhythm
Get down on the ground
and pretend you’re swimmin’.

If you want to put ice
in the lava river
First you must climb,
then you must stand and shiver
Brother we got to go
sooner than you know
The Gypsy told my fortune,
the Gypsy told my fortune,
The Gypsy told my fortune,
she said that nothing showed

Well I wish I was an Aztec,
Or a runner in Peru
I would build
such beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an Inca from Peru.

Said the condor
to the preying mantis
We’re gonna lose this place
just like we lost Atlantis
Brother we got to go
sooner than you know
The Gypsy told my fortune,
the Gypsy told my fortune,
The Gypsy told my fortune,
she said that nothin’ showed.

Who put the bomb
on the sacred altar?
Why should we die
if it comes our way?
Why should we care
about a little button
Being pushed by someone
we don’t even know?

Well. I wish I was an Aztec,
Or a runner in Peru
I would build
such beautiful buildings
To house the chosen few
Like an Inca from Peru.

I feel sad, but I feel happy
As I’m coming back to home
There’s a bridge across the river
That I have to cross alone
Like a skipping rolling stone
Like an Inca.