Monday, October 18, 2010

R is For...

R is For...
jack Russell

R is For...

This is the Baby Norgi from Knitty

This is the Olympic Reindeer hat from Ravelry.

Reindeer Socks

R is For...
Russian Folk artist Ivan Bilibin

Just ran into this artist today and I am stunned! What gorgeous work! I would that I could draw like this and tell the beautiful and scary stories of Russian folk literature.

Ruslani the character in this poem says:

"Have you not heard the true refrain: A giant skull, a midget brain? I ride and ride, straight down the middle, And when I strike, I do not fiddle!

These pieces remind me of Aubrey Beardsley:

R is For...
I will repeat the old question, "What is reality?" Many of the more sensitive in our culture have a desire to escape reality for at least a time. That is why mood altering is so popular. War, poverty, all the various cruelties are very hard to stomach. My husband watches Chicago news every evening. He "says" it is to see his favorite weatherman Tom Skilling, but I can't sit through the violence of Chicago news to hear Tom. I usually leave in about 10 minutes and I tell Joe I have heard about three murders and I am done! We try in our little ways to effect the crap around us and I think
those little efforts matter. But "what is reality?" Is my running away from too much murder changing that reality? No. I am just ignoring it. Which brings me to this quote:
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
- Philip K. Dick
Or in the words of the immortal Journey, "
Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere

Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

A singer in a smoky room
A smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile they can share the night

It goes on and on and on and on
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard

Their shadows searching in the night

Streetlight people
Living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight people

Talk to you later,

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