Monday, April 18, 2011

'dance/ ...indigo folio leaves'


direct link: dance/ ...indigo folio leaves (with poem)

A dance that is creative movement, a moving meditation. Brenda Clews: prose poetry, dance, video. Music: José Travieso's track, 'Monster,' on his album, "No More Faith."

Music

...enters your backbone, joints, plucks the
cartilage holding you together. Music is the
moon of the red tides of your bloodstream.
Drift to and fro, a willow tree, or sway, bend,
a flamenco, stretch, purple morning glories
on the vine, jump. Sway your hips, delta of
fiery flow. Express yourself, woman. No-one
is watching. Say it all. The lyric travels tenderly
through your wrist, a memory of the wind on the
hill. You are an instrument of the musician who
is absent, gone. Whose music plays on; who
does not know you exist. Orphean muse. Twirl
on the floor, the beat in your ankles, room
spinning, see the canvas walls, luminous see
the sun, moon, stars that are always there.
Spin on the clock turning. Give everything.

Wanton woman. Harlot of the night. Mother of
angels. Insufferable radiance. Black hole of
emptiness. Sweet moan nectar.

Mystery dangles like your silver bracelets,
the ghosts are present. Approach yourself by
disappearing. Undulate your liquid bones.
Beautiful sensuality. Seek invisible illumination
in your writhing steps. Leave time, transform in
your multiplicity, a seer searching the spheres.
Manifest your dreams. Shake them out of the air
to materialize before you like light forms. Shimmy,
wet sweat, a flag in a wind storm. Thunder the
floor. Witch, werewolf, Goth beauty, fragile
starchild, cyberpunk, pull the sky down. Sway
those hips, woman. Sway them until you ignite.
Dance with your ineffable muse. Just, dance.

I pull purple veils over my vision, indigo
blue silk lights and shadows.

Listen: dance on the stage of your
imagination.


© by Brenda Clews, 2011



Contemplating the Muse

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Sunday, April 17, 2011

Encryption Test

I am testing an encryption code (created by Vincent Cheung) for hiding specific aspects of a post from 'public' view. Click on the link to the draft of the poem below. You will need the key to see it:

encryption test

(to copy and paste the key into the box that appears when you click on the link just below works)





If this works, it will be awesome! You can see I've posted a .jpg copy of a draft with hand-writing on it, just to see if it works, and it does! Normally, you would paste the plain text of your poem or writing in, with the html for line breaks added (see below), and that would appear in the post when the user unlocks it with the key word or phrase you've designated.

I just discovered that the encrypted phrase doesn't open in Google Reader. You'll have to click in on the post to enable the decryption, sorry!

ps. If you would like to be able to encrypt certain portions of posts, make sure to add the java code to your Blog Design's Template html first. Then the encryption code that you generate should work when you paste it into the 'html' section of a post. *If it's a poem, remember to add < / br > [no spaces] at the end of every line you wish a hard return on before you paste it in for coding.


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Green Fire: a photopoem



Green Fire: a photo poem.... a digitally manipulated image taken with my iPhone.

My son, at 4 years, describing a scribble drawing, said, 'It's green fire: there's some in your life; there's some in mine.' He knew. (He's 24 now, but some things you never forget.)



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Friday, April 15, 2011

Torn in Black


by Olli Kekäläinen, 'Torn in Black.'


White parchment or fabric curves in the night wind.

Is the black torn?

Silence, torn by sound; emptiness, by being.



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Self-Portrait with a Fascinator 2016

On Monday, I walked, buying frames from two stores in different parts of the city, then went to the Art Bar Poetry Series in the evening, ab...