Looney Speaks Weekly, Vol XXX
By Brian “Ponderosa” Looney
Looney Speaks Weekly, Vol XXX
Well it’s Friday again, and the first one to feature artwork. This photograph is from one John D W Macdonald. The man’s enthusiasm and his knowledge of the arts have repeatedly impressed me. So thanks to him for this picture:
West Coat Way
- Fantastic perspective. The branches hinder sight, spider-web your vision. Dawn or dusk, I’m not quite sure. But there is a sense of suspense. And also a calmness. If dawn, then we await the birth of a new day. If dusk, then it is the end. The colors are dark and cool: a good, nostalgic sight.
- Now feel free to listen to: Brian Looney- Fearful Day, and read along if you like.
Thanks again to John for his great piece. If you have ANY art you feel would compliment these readings, please do not hesitate to contact me, to e-mail a submission. Have a great day.
About Brian “Ponderosa” Looney
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Check out the poem which this photo has been chosen to illustrate! Brian Looney- Fearful Day, and read along if you like.
Is Tomorrow Just another Day
Is Tomorrow Just another Day. K. McGee:
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Passion philosophy & religion explode in one short poem!
Day 14~ May 14th~ Cambodia
the joy of learning
In Sihanoukville there is a bright and wonderful project growing that brings hope and a better future for hundreds of children. The Cambodian Children’s Painting Project enrolls children in a program where their local staff and volunteers instruct them daily in painting, arts, and basic learning and help them to sell their artwork in order to have a better life away from the streets.
Enlightening and hope provoking!
Her Lamb! Written with Ayse Asim
Jagged light Dawn freezing my skin
He towered like Sin above me
Sweetly intoning biblical verses
And demanding my soul
I was in a vacuum
A head-spin in the space probe
They were using the instruments
Of truth upon me
Why do you not show your love
He shouted , then expostulated
Hands wringing in half-light
I simply froze
I thought about the half-red light
Of the planet of Mars
And sweetly intoned the Bible
But his wrath was expectant
I shrieked before the sun was in the sky
And before i could lie still
Heard the words again and again
He is a good man!
Now the good man towers in my vicinity
Dollars are his forgiveness
He makes me silent
He takes my shout away
She stands pretending
Madness and is blamed for her secrecy
I am paying her dues
I am her lamb!
Stealing Ideas and Fears
Someone being very honest & a wee bit vulnerable in blogland Bring it on! (Nothing Hurt has discovered a gem!)
18May
“While surfing around the lovely land of WordPress, I recently ran across an interesting post on a wonderful young lady’s blog that I loved. After mulling over it about a week, I think I have finally decided I can do this.
“To just steal the quote right off Miss Docimo’s page, this “is a blog-writing challenge to break through the mist of this shiny happy pretty blogosphere and tell the real truth about your life—the things you’re afraid to tell because you think they might shatter who people think you are.
“I have talked about this idea often with my husband—I think the internet is a blessing and a curse—it is amazing to be able to connect with people from all over the world and inspire each other, but it can also be down-right depressing to go around to one blog after another that makes the blogger seem like they have everything all together, and success is literally raining down upon them while they take bubble baths and drink champagne in a beautiful beachfront home.
Even though I realize that people are representing only part of the truth (I’m a blogger myself and tend to focus on inspiration), I often find myself feeling depressed and jealous as I make my blog rounds, and tend to avoid reading blogs when I’m in a certain mood.”
1. I’m terribly afraid of growing vain. I would much prefer struggling with insecurity issues than be blinded of my over-confidence issues. On the same note, I’m not comfortable with my body size and shape, with how thin my hair is, with my fingernails, with my lingering acne, with my hunchback, with the stank of my feet, with my awkward incoordination, and with me in general.
2. I’m afraid of people really getting to know all of me. I have no idea why I don’t like anyone knowing everything about me, but I feel it may have something to do with vulnerability.
3. I’m afraid of being held responsible for other people’s lives in my future. I think this is for obvious reasons, though.
4. I’m afraid if I tell you that I don’t have many fears, you will think I don’t care. That you will think my lack of fear of dying means I don’t understand the meaning of life. That you will think I don’t feel anything when I tell you I’m not afraid of heartbreak. That you will think I am stupid for not being afraid of heights, spiders, snakes, rats, etc. That you will think my lack of fear of failure means I haven’t ever failed. That you will think I’m fearless, when in all reality I’m not.
5. I’m more scared of meeting my significant other’s parents than sky diving. Don’t translate this as me rather jumping out of a plane than meeting his parents. It’s a little bit different than that.
6. I’m terrified of having children.
7. I’m afraid to tell you I have this drafted since Tuesday and just haven’t been able to push the publish button until today.
“Don’t Runaway” by Mama Kaz
@mamakazbelfast “Don’t Runaway”
Tender lyrical brilliance!
Many thanks for the post Brian. I love this picture too. Interestingly you are the first to note it. Last summer I journeyed a few times from Dunfermline in Fife to the Isle of Skye – sleeping overnight in the car and I’m not even sure myself which way I was going as to whether it was Dawn or Dusk! In fact I like the ambiguity you have created as well as your analysis of things visual which I had not thought about. We have had wonderful Scottish painters – the colourists – Peploe, Cadell and Fergusson. Not as well known as the Fauvistes in France – but the colours in the photo bring this to mind. Now I will explore the poem which you have used this to illustrate. Thanks again!
Your poem is, as so often, mermorising and hypnotic and the sounds of the half rhymes and assonance bind it together and increase its inevitability … there is a certain dread in the way your voice and measured words mesmorise- a bit like the glorious inevitability of the intoned Greek Chorus in the Tragedies of Sophicles! ( Have you ever had that comment before?!) I am very pleased to be allowed to comment again on your site. It is an immediate way of communicating with you!