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Monday, April 30, 2012

Sunday, April 29, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / D...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / D...: imagecourtesyflavorpill “It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.” ...

The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / Day 4 - OSCAR WILDE

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“It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.”
 — Oscar Wilde



Saturday, April 28, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / D...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / D...: imagecourtesycoloroutsidethelinesblog “In my view, nineteen pounds of old books are at least nineteen times as delicious as one ...

The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / Day 3 - ANNE FADIMAN

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“In my view, nineteen pounds of old books are at least nineteen times as delicious as one pound of fresh caviar.” 
— Anne Fadiman


Friday, April 27, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / D...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / D...: imagecourtesyathoughtfuleyeblog “When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a you...

The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / Day 2 - MAYA ANGELOU

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“When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young.”
 — Maya Angelou




(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / D...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / D...: photolukaswassman courtesyflavorwire “What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world a...

Thursday, April 26, 2012

The PEEPSHOW presents IT'S A BOOK(ISH) WORLD / Day 1 - ANNE LAMOTT


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“What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.” 
— Anne Lamott




Wednesday, April 25, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW celebrates EARTH WEEK / Day 3

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW celebrates EARTH WEEK / Day 3: photomarkseelen Peeps, In spite of the actions of some, there is still much to celebrate.  We are now living in a time where ever...

The PEEPSHOW celebrates EARTH WEEK / Day 3

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Peeps,


In spite of the actions of some, there is still much to celebrate.  We are now living in a time where everyday individuals, common-place persons just like ourselves, have begun to look beyond the facade presented (and maintained) by big businesses, unscrupulous politicians, and 'the system' which sought to control free thought and speech, and movement(s).  And advances in technology should be given credit for much of the slow unraveling of a hegemony that stretches back through many decades.  The Internet (and social media) has allowed for many, who previously voice-less and thus inconsequential, to voice their displeasure and dissatisfaction at the status quo and the inequalities experienced by many in the world, save the privileged and powerful.  Information, flowing unrestricted across borders and barriers, now more clearly reveals the transactions and 'deals' once conducted under the cover of darkness, behind closed doors, or for the purposes of 'national security.'  Dodged and ethical journalists who stubbornly press for access to documents and records under the Freedom of Information Act must be praised for their dedication, and courage.  Also commendable are the thousands of activists and grass-roots organizers whose faith in humanity, as well as in the principles of equality and freedom, drive their heroic efforts, as well as enable the rest of us to experience the audacity to hope--that we can all make a difference and turn the world around, for the better.


For all of peeps, FB friends, and social activists who continue in the struggle for a better future and a cleaner, greener planet, thank you.


Best,
Shane

PS:  Today's soundtrack is Tim Blecker:  Her Black Horizon

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW celebrates EARTH WEEK / Day 2

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW celebrates EARTH WEEK / Day 2: imagecourtesydesiretoinspire Peeps, Today, a friend and devoted blog reader remarked that the focus of the visual treats (blog-post...

The PEEPSHOW celebrates EARTH WEEK / Day 2

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Peeps,


Today, a friend and devoted blog reader remarked that the focus of the visual treats (blog-posts) seemed to have shifted considerably since our launch back in June of last year; he noted that my short essays on interior design, art, and gardens had gradually expanded to a wider range of topics, of which an emphasis on social equalities seemed prevalent.  And I must admit that perhaps his observation is spot-on.  While I certainly enjoy gazing and rhapsodizing about a beautiful room, it just seems to me that I would be a bit of a Pollyanna if I failed to acknowledge the challenges faced by all of us today, whether or not we are inhabiting the said room.  A lovely modern beach-house on a private stretch of sea-shore is certainly inspiring--for a few moments or more.  Then my thoughts turn to the tsunami that swept over parts of the Japanese coast, and the nuclear disaster that occurred shortly after, leaving most of the affected area contaminated and unfit for habitation.  I also consider the devastation on Gulf Coast shores after the BP Deepwater Horizon incident in which 4.9 million barrels of oil spewed in the waters while the world watched helplessly, and in horror; almost two years later, scientists and environmentalists are slowly beginning to understand the extent of the impact on marine life, as fishermen's catches reveal increasing amounts of clawless crabs, eyeless shrimp, and scarred fish (probably the result of the oil and 'cleaners' (two millions gallons of the dispersant Corexit) released to control oil drifts).  Yes, I admit it's pretty hard to just look and write about pretty pictures while our House of Representatives stalls on passing the RESTORE Act, legislation which would have mandated that 80% of all court-ordered fines paid by BP go toward Gulf Coast cleanup and restoration.


All of us can make the beauty (we glimpse on the pages of blogs and magazines) an integral part of our everyday lives by demanding more of our elected officials who are responsible for policies concerning health and safety standards, environmental soundness and pollution controls, and ensuring that the American pie of plenty is fairly and equally distributed.  Idealistic, perhaps; realistic--well that depends on all of us.  If you want to be part of the change from 'all that's wrong with the world' to 'what's right now,' let's start by letting your congressperson(s) know that you support getting the RESTORE Act passed without further delay.  Cause you demand it, and so does the planet.


Best,
Shane




PS:  Today's soundtrack is KENNETH GRAHAM:  Isis

Monday, April 23, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW celebrates EARTH WEEK / Day 1

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW celebrates EARTH WEEK / Day 1: imagecourtesycoloroutsidethelinesblog Peeps, Earth Day 2012 was celebrated on Saturday, and hopefully, the myriad reasons for its pu...

The PEEPSHOW celebrates EARTH WEEK / Day 1

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Peeps,


Earth Day 2012 was celebrated on Saturday, and hopefully, the myriad reasons for its purpose won't be forgotten a fortnight later.  It's so important that we all participate in efforts to halt further destruction of our planet, as every passing day it becomes more imperative that we continue to advocate for policy changes regarding how nations around the world approach the planet and our natural resources.  An archaic philosophy of rape and pillage has contributed greatly to such perils as global warning, the poisoning of the oceans, the destruction of natural forests and other areas vital to wildlife, mass contamination of mountain waterways and lakes due to oil exploration and extraction.  Sadly, the continued use of harmful bio-chemicals disrupt vital ecosystems and adversely affect food production, habitable lands, and the quality of life we have come to expect from what is considered by some to be one of the more advanced periods in civilization's history.


Besides recycling and re-purposing, planting trees and taking steps to reduce run-off into our source of drinking water, embracing programs that promote local food production as well as healthier crops through organic farming, I believe that one of the most effective steps to fostering global well-being is to join groups of like-minded and concerned citizens who will elect officials and representatives committed to ushering in a new era of 'green living' concepts where the sanctity of Mother Earth is no longer subjugated to whims of the marketplace, or conflicts and wars, or the demands of technology.  Clean air, clean water, and healthy foods can no longer remain just a dream, but should instead become a reality -- right now.  And it all starts with you!!


Sincerely,
Shane


PS:  Today's soundtrack is NORTHWORKS:  Through

Friday, April 20, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / ...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / ...: photocourtesyhousebeautiful Peeps, Just wanted to thank you all for your kind emails and phone calls this week.  The weather f...

The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / Day 5

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Peeps,


Just wanted to thank you all for your kind emails and phone calls this week.  The weather forecast is sunny tomorrow with the possibility of rain-showers on Sunday; I look forward to not having to water all the beds recently planted with herbs, Big Boy tomato plants, and numerous groups of drought-tolerant annuals installed in long, continuous drifts so as resemble nature at its best.  Maybe I'll catch a movie tomorrow, or at least take a walk through the neighborhood where some front gardens are bursting with color from columbines, irises, peonies, early roses, and wild indigo.  I finally found the perfect spot for a magnolia (Elizabeth), which is similar to the butterfly magnolia, but a third of the price, and I know that next spring I'm probably going to burst from pure joy.  I hope that you all have a great weekend.


Thanks,
Shane






PS:  Today's soundtrack is Gotan Project's Mil Millones (Tango 3.0)

Thursday, April 19, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / ...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / ...: imagecourtesyarchitecturaldigest Peeps, Finally, a designer who doesn't indulge in the cliched and stereotypical to convey clas...

The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / Day 4


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Peeps,

Finally, a designer who doesn't indulge in the cliched and stereotypical to convey class or masculinity.  As of late, actually for quite some time now, the pages of every design magazine have been filled with photos of rooms where a mummified version of death reigns supreme, meaning the stuffed/pickled/taxidermied carcasses of every species of fauna and fowl known to mankind have been trotted out and propped up to the adulation of the masses.  Adding yet more injury to the insult (against humanity or morality), or, contributing further to the annihilation of wild-life, is the 'glam aura' of the adventure-hunt where jaded/bored/thrill-seeking tourists pay to kill game in their natural habitat, with the assistance of native guides, advanced technology in the forms of high-powered weapons and tracking devices, lots of money, and/or influential contacts in the host-country.  King Juan Carlos of Spain, reigning monarch and honorary president of World Wildlife Fund Spain, recently suffered a hip injury while out hunting elephants in Botswana at a cost of approximately EURO 44,000/$57,850 (per kill)--to the dismay and disgust of his subjects who are still reeling from the effects of unemployment (25%) and a rising financial deficit.  The Trump Boys, to some our idea of American royalty, apparently showed no remorse even after photos emerged in March of a hunting safari to Zimbabwe, where the following 'items' were recorded in the kill-list:  elephant, crocodile, kudu, civet-cat, water-buck.  It's a sad day for all of us when our leaders (and captains of industry) indulge in unethical, and perhaps criminal, behavior; and even sadder when future generations pose the question: why did you all stand by idly while the destruction of wildlife and their habitats continued unabated, save for the efforts of the few who were frequently ignored by the majority wholly engaged in finding the next big/best/brightest thing; huh??


Hope you enjoy today's visual treat, from the portfolio of the inimitable Mario Buatta.  

Thanks,
Shane




PS:  Today's soundtrack is Merge Of Equal's Submerge

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / Day 3

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Peeps,


Sometimes I have difficulty getting to sleep at night.  Thoughts continue to crowd my mind even after sleepy-time tea and repeated attempts at TM.  Things press upon me, such as snippets of talk radio heard earlier in the day or bars of random music I remember from a week past, or last month, or years ago.  While some individuals carefully compile their 'bucket list,' you know, the list of things/places/activities/meals/movies/books to be experienced prior to one's death, Peru or Bali aren't to be found on my list, nor is dining at some 5-star eatery in Paris or Madrid.  I must confide that I am haunted by a particular song that I've heard only three times in my life, and I can clearly remember the time, place, and my mood at each incident.  Lately I've gotten into the habit of flipping though radio-stations on internet-radio which feature disco-mixes from the 70's, this in the hope of maybe chancing upon that particular tune first heard late one star-filled night in 1980 while driving with my parents from Cancun to Chetumal (Mexico).  I heard the song again in 1982 during a heated lover's quarrel on a icy-lane in a small town outside Stuttgart (Germany).  And the last time I heard my 'haunted' melody was seven years ago while speeding down the interstate about an hour out of Miami; the Saturday-night DJ excitedly promised that his show's dance-tracks were the best this side of heaven, and I still believe this to be true. 


My friend Andy once said that within each of us there exists two songs:  one, our heart-beat, and the other is a call-song--a calling as such, that connects us with everything that we construct as the outer-world, and both must remain unbroken.  A challenge faced by all, and for some, not a possibility.  Sadly, he choose to leave us a few days ago; the filaments that once connected us are now almost whisper-fine, held together only by memory.  Today's visual treat is dedicated to Andrew Keith Waddell (1 Apr 1960-7 Apr 2012).






Sincerely,
Shane






PS:  Today's soundtrack is Koop's Waltz for Koop

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / ...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / ...: imagecourtesyofdesiretoinspireblog Peeps, Whether it's pure whimsy or a post-modern masterpiece imbued with symbolism not readily app...

The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / Day 2

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Peeps,


Whether it's pure whimsy or a post-modern masterpiece imbued with symbolism not readily apparent to the casual observer, the large painting hanging in today's featured interior is certainly arresting, and transforms this dining-room from what could have been merely 'nice' into something extra-ordinary and worthy of prolonged study.  Funny how original art is able to present without any hesitancy, or apology, the reality of representation it purports to illuminate (for the viewer(s)).  Many theorists, philosophers, and critics have written extensively about the aura dispelled by an original work of art; burgeoning volumes and heated debates still ensue as to whether aura(s) of a lesser degree (or simply non-existent) is the price we pay when the image is manipulated through the various levels and layers of reproduction or technology.  Possibly a loss of immediacy, and just maybe a deflection of intent, or so I am prepared to accept as I declined vintage movie-posters on Ebay this evening, and continue hatching plans to avail myself of that particularly memorable piece of refrigerator-door art -- a striking charcoal/ink/conte-crayon crow executed by a precocious nine-year old -- glimpsed several weeks ago and still fueling my imagination.


Reward yourself by visiting a museum/gallery/exhibition space; or your local college's art show where creativity abounds (and work is usually available at quite reasonable prices).


Best,
Shane








PS:  Today's soundtrack is The Sight Below's Through the Gaps in the Land

Monday, April 16, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / D...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / D...: imagecourtesymurielbrandolini.com Peeps, Besides all the usual distinctions, such as:  pattern or none/color or simply white/highly a...

The PEEPSHOW presents MORE EYE CANDY, PART VI / Day 1


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Peeps,


Besides all the usual distinctions, such as:  pattern or none/color or simply white/highly and tightly edited. or stuff and more stuff and yet more stuff (you know, salon style), perhaps homeowners may be divided into two camps: those individuals who regard a bit of dust and the stains of everyday wear as all contributors towards the charm and character of a well-lived life; and then there are other individuals who are fanatic about dusting/polishing/vacuuming, and are well versed in all manner of cleaning portions and remedies for removing anything that belies age, or is a departure from the internalized image(s) all too often perpetuated by the creations featured and sanctioned in the model-showroom/the magazine layout/the carefully crafted movie, where subliminally success/peace-of-mind/happiness is best experienced via a matching bedroom suite just perfect for romance/a gleaming dining-table sans finger-prints/a spacious bath where towels are fluffy and carefully folded, mildew never gathers in grout lines, and any evidence of our (troublesome) physicality can be quickly flushed away (out-of-sight, and out-of-mind).  This dichotomy has been mined to great effect by savvy advertisers, who clearly know that deep down, many of us are aesthetically timid, existentially fearful, and snobs who prefer the company of others who mirror like ideals/values/prejudices.  And thus the phenomena known as the box-office hit/the best-seller/top-of-every-critic's list, and so forth . . .


Bernice, our acerbic blog-editor, begged to differ on some of my (finer) points.  She stated that irrespective of the inner vision that propels some to gather/clutter/fidget/fuss about accessories and doodads, what ultimately separates the two camps, is the issue of upkeep and maintenance.  Homeowners with the bucks to hire cleaners (when so desired), can indulge in the fantasy of worn, lived-in elegance, sort of the English (or American) country-estate where dogs are allowed everywhere, biscuit crumbs fall and lay, and invariably Cook has a tasty morsel at ready, to be devoured within sight of the framed ancestor-paintings (or something like it).  Other folks, who shuttle between driving to work/dry-cleaners/baby-sitters/grocery-store/school-events may be less inclined to indulge in any fantasy but that of keeping it all clean, and somehow folded/sorted/stored/filed away, and paid for without crumbling under the pressure of interest rates/late fees/surcharges in mini-print. And I guess I understand Bernice's position, which may be similar to that put forth by Hilary Rosen who perhaps touched upon a collective nerve regarding class or entitlement when she pointed out that the wealthy worry less about less than those (who have less, do), because they have more to do more with--regardless of circumstances; it just seems that there are more choices, and options available, including better health care, help with the kids, financial security, and housekeeping chores.  All things to consider the next time I see a TV ad for a self-cleaning oven, or a Dyson power-vac, or a trite political ad.


Hope you enjoyed today's visual treat by the talented Muriel Brandolini.


Thanks,
Shane 


PS:  Today's soundtrack is Bas Amro's Ten (Vincenzo Remix)

Friday, April 13, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents POETIC VOICES / Day 4 -- R...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents POETIC VOICES / Day 4 -- R...: photomarufhossain courtesyathoughtfuleyeblog INDEPENDENCE When I am nine, the British quit India.  Headmaster says, "The Great Mu...

The PEEPSHOW presents POETIC VOICES / Day 4 -- REETIKA VAZIRANI

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INDEPENDENCE

When I am nine, the British quit
India.  Headmaster says, "The Great
Mutiny started it."  We repeat,
The Great Mutiny of 1857
in our booming voices.  Even
Akbar was Great, even Catherine,
Great!  We titter over History.  His back
turns: we see his pink spotty neck.

Sorry, the British leaving?  we beg.
"This is hardly a joke or a quiz --
sit up and stay alert," he spits.
"It is about the trains and ships
you love and city names.  As for me,
I'm old, I'll end in a library,
I began in trade." But you must stay,
we tell him.  He lived here as we have lived

but longer.  He says he was alive
in Calcutta in 1890.  He didn't have
a rich father.  A third son, he came with
the Tea Company:  we saw a statement
in his office.  The company built
the railroads to take the tea "home
to England" so that Darjeeling and Assam
could be sipped by everyone, us and them.

They sold our southern neighbor Ceylon,
silk, pepper, diamonds, cotton.
We make a trade of course.  In England
there is only wool and salt and
snobs and foggy weather, Shakespeare.

PARIS REVIEW, 2000


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These poems strike me as being, above all, extremely honest. They are about the experience of living between cultures, and all of the difficulties and rewards that go along with it. The book forms a tapestry of experience to such an extent that it forms a complete impression upon the reader as a whole -- not from the consideration of any one verse. So at first the verse are not impressive, but with repeated readings, the individual parts come together to form a cohesive whole in such a way that a single poem couldn't express, so it is understandable why Ms. Vazirani egards it as her first novel -- it conveys much the same impression as a well-written story would. Most of all, there is little or no feeling of regret or loss or a "feel sorry for me" ethic (something of a rarity in modern poetry) in being a part of two widely differing cultures -- a feeling of enrichment is conveyed instead -- a type of enrichment that cannot be gathered by living in a narrow little corner of one's own. These verses, by the way, will not only be understood by travellers, but also by "outsiders" of all ilks, to use Colin Wilson's phrase. A most impressive collection. With any luck, Vazirani will be publishing more of her poetry in the very near future.


-- Randy LeJune (on White Elephants)


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Recipient of a 2003 Anisfield-Wolf Book Award for her second book,World Hotel (Copper Canyon, 2002), and a Barnard New Women Poets Prize for White Elephants (1996), Reetika Vazirani was educated at Wellesley College and received her MFA from the University of Virginia where she was a Hoyns Fellow.
She was a recipient of a "Discovery"/The Nation Award, a Pushcart Prize, the Poets & Writers Exchange Program Award, and the Glenna Luschei/Prairie Schooner Award for her essay, "The Art of Breathing," which appears in the anthology How We Live our Yoga (Beacon, 2001). She was a Contributing and Advisory Editor for Shenandoah and was the guest poetry editor of two issues. She was a Book Review Editor for Callaloo and a Senior Poetry Editor of Catamaran, a journal featuring work by artists from South Asia.
Born in India in 1962 and raised in Maryland, she had served as writer-in-residence at The College of William and Mary and part of the core faculty of the Callaloo Creative Writing Workshops. Reetika Vazirani died on July 16, 2003.


Thursday, April 12, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents POETIC VOICES / Day 3 -- HO...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents POETIC VOICES / Day 3 -- HO...: sisterwolf,ghadahalkandari courtesyindigenousdialogues AGAPE only christ could love a child so night black and tender rib meat fall...

The PEEPSHOW presents POETIC VOICES / Day 3 -- HOLLY BASS


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AGAPE

only christ could love
a child so
night black and tender
rib meat falling
off the bones into
a saucy mouth
slick with salvation
the rendering of her
image cast in
Victorian silhouette
onto a perfect ivory
brooch was also
cause for concern
"he don't love me no more!"
she was said to have shouted
from her pinned position
causing consternated looks
from those nearby the bearer
of her object beauty
whatch'all lookin' at!?
he snapped back
dandy as ever, his
grayed-in blue striped
seer sucker shirt

it was plain to see:
the hard attention
was gettin to 'em
when she divulged
her greatest asset yet- silence
and it was into this
weak wet gaze of
bowlegs and jelly legs
and gaping double jointed
knees she regressed
slipping back into his mind's
recesses to redress herself

pure white cotton lace panties
the moist black loam of his need
filtering through her Tara'd fingers
oh tara taray he whistled, stepping jauntily
irish soda bread jig and
whiskey singing
toorah loorah loorah
under his breath like
incantation
devils have a magicness when they
make that heathen noise
that unh grunt aah help me
so help me
she knew this too
would pull back her
lips from him and let out
the sounds, mouth
open wide like a
hyena, legs and heels
kicked high
topsying tommying
curtsying, even
she knew
how to treat a man like royalty
a high horse a giddyup
a go round good ole good ole

these days don't nothing come cheap
or easy. you work for your sweat
you work for your time.

nocturnes (re)view, the blues issue

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Holly Bass is a one-woman creative organisation. She has momentum. She creates beautifully rhythmic poetry, runs open-mike nights, contributes articles to well-respected arts journals, teaches writing in her community and I haven´t even mentioned her amazing talent as a dancer and performing artist yet . . . {she} is a one-woman creative organization. She has momentum. She creates beautifully rhythmic poetry, runs open-mike nights, contributes articles to well-respected arts journals, teaches writing in her community and I haven´t even mentioned her amazing talent as a dancer and performing artist yet. 

--Claire Hart, One World Cafe/hercircleezine.com

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Holly Bass is a writer, performer and director. Her most recent body of work explores the endless allure of booty – from the Venus Hottentots to video vixens. A Cave Canem fellow, her poems have appeared in Callaloo,nocturnes (re)viewBeltwayRole Call (Third World Press) and The Ringing Ear, an anthology of Black Southern poetry. Her pieces have been workshopped and presented at respected regional theaters and performance spaces such as the Kennedy Center, Arena Stage, the Whitney Museum and the Experience Music Project in Seattle. She is the Cullen Poet-in-Residence for Busboys & Poets (DC) where she coordinates open mic nights and writing workshops for the public. She studied modern dance (under Viola Farber) and creative writing at Sarah Lawrence College before earning a Master's in Journalism from Columbia University. She was the first journalist to put the term "hip hop theater" into print in a 1999 American Theatre article. She was a founding member of DC WritersCorps and continues to work as a teaching artist in schools, colleges and community centers. She has received numerous grants from the DC Arts Commission and was one of twenty artists nationwide to receive 2008 Future Aesthetics grant from the Ford Foundation/Hip Hop Theater Festival.  Holly Bass is a finalist for the 2012 Larry Neal Writer's Award for Poetry.


Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The PEEPSHOW presents POETIC VOICES / Day 2 -TLETL CHICAHTOC

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BECAUSE, I AM

In the ghetto we play the game of jugglin' potions that manipulate emotions.
Where people of color pray to the gods of their white-conquerers ONLY because we are ignorant to the notions.
So we steal & kill each because OUR choices of Universities aren't as wide as the choices we have in prisons.
But, why lock a muthafucka' up when we already doing a life sentence in existence?
In the time-length that California built 1 University, they build 32 prisons,

 so why blame our youth when it is YOU who chooses NOT to listen.


If your plans are to build MORE cells than schools, then your plan for us is evident.
You claim to be fixing other Countries, but don't even help your fellow U.S. resident,
simply because you aren't overseas to help, but to steal resources & build your companies.
By the day they can defend themselves you've already colonized them & established your monopolies.
Without identity & culture, they're lost & runnin' around like chickens with their heads cut off.
So then you leave & you watch 'em kill each other & you want to come back to play the HERO once they forgot,
They forgot that you placed them there to begin with, so of course they look upon you as their god.
And, so we portray god as a whiteman, and I break this down why?
Because I am-fuckin'-tired of seeing my people living a lie! 



DEAD i SIDE SHOW, 2012


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Musician/poet/tattoo-artist, Tletl Chicahtoc is a native of Sonora, Mexico.  His portfolio can be viewed on Facebook, or at www.reverbnation.com/deadisideshow

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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents POETIC VOICES / Day 1 -- L...

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents POETIC VOICES / Day 1 -- L...: imagecourtesyvamooseblog CHANEL No 5 The scent before memory lies, the scent of fur and rhinestones, tinfoil stars taped to a mirror ...

The PEEPSHOW presents POETIC VOICES / Day 1 -- LANDON GODFREY

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CHANEL No 5

The scent before memory lies,
the scent of fur and rhinestones,

tinfoil stars taped to a mirror
and cigarettes extinguished on a half-eaten plate of eggs.

The scent of sagging flesh,
the scent with its hand in your pocket,

the scent your mother warned you about,
the bitter scent, the slut

all the other girls loathe.
The naked, starved scent of night.

Drunken body of avarice.
Mistress of empty gold-leaf frames

and spilled champagne.
Garter belt holding up ripped stockings:

soon the skirt will be lifted.
Light the fuse.

A palace ruined by fire.
A fire ruined by ash.


SECOND-SKIN RHINESTONE-SPANGLED NUDE SOUFFLE CHIFFON GOWN
CIDER PRESS REVIEW BOOK AWARD #6, 2009

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" The secret of Landon Godfrey's fresh and compelling poems seems to lie in their unexpected combination of lushness and asperity.  How is it possible to be at once so lavish and so austere?  How delightful the finery put on in this splendid debut of a book, and how wise the poet is to let her gorgeous robes fall away, too, to the poor bare clay beneath them:  in that tension lives this poet's prodigious art."


-- Mark Doty


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Landon Godfrey is a poet, artist, and actress who also works as an editor and teacher.  Her poems have appeared in journals and anthologies, including The Southeast Review, Lyric, POOL, Cimarron Review, Studium in Polish translation, and Best New Poets 2008.  Landon's work has been featured as a collaborative project at Broadsided and nominated for a Pushcart Prize.  She was born and raised in Washington, DC, and now lives in Black Mountain, NC.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: IT'S EASTER TIME!!

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IT'S EASTER TIME!!

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PEEPS, FRIENDS, AND FAMILY


WISHING YOU ALL THE BEST ON THIS EASTER SUNDAY


SINCERELY, SHANE

Saturday, April 7, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents APRIL (EYE) CANDY / Day 5

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents APRIL (EYE) CANDY / Day 5: photocourtesycoloroutsidethelines Peeps, All around the world the faithful gather in places traditionally regarded as holy spaces, to...

The PEEPSHOW presents APRIL (EYE) CANDY / Day 5

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Peeps,


All around the world the faithful gather in places traditionally regarded as holy spaces, to hear their respective leaders celebrate the rebirth of Christ, believed by many to represent the Almighty's promise of salvation through His Son (Our Lord).  While I respect the beliefs of these gentle souls, as well as admire the depth of their devotion to matters profane, I must confess to not a small amount of discontent at the state of affairs in no other than the Holy City. I find it very hard to accept the proclamations of the leader of the Roman Catholic Church on matters of the spirit (or the flesh), when I consider the less than admirable behavior on his part, as well as other senior officials regarding the issue of marriage equality, and the continued silence or denial vis-a-vis charges of sexual abuse by young boys at the hands of men (of the cloth).  Recent allegations about forced castration on Dutch youth in the 1950's by Catholic-run institutions might well have been the final nail in the proverbial coffin.  So difficult to view the pomp and pageantry of the recent proceedings in Rome without thoughts of all the innocent lives throughout history which have been destroyed without so much as an official apology or acknowledgment for injustices rendered by those who purport to function as intermediaries between the Divine and His children.  Fear the shepherd, not the wolves!!


Still, for a confirmed agnostic such as myself, all is not lost.  The wonders of the universe are endless--as are the stars in the sky, and the sheer magnificence of it all humbles me.  Today, I completed two container urns with a combination of lily-of-the-valley/begonia(s)/creeping jenny.  Tomorrow I plan to plant moon-flower vines to clamber up towering laurels; can't wait to see their white faces reflected in the rays of the new moon.  And the promised advent of blooming irises and peonies keeps me optimistic (and fulfilled until I sense a change, or see a sign, or witness a 'miracle').


Hope you all have a wonderful Easter or Passover meal with family and friends.


Sincerely,
Shane




Friday, April 6, 2012

The PEEPSHOW presents APRIL (EYE) CANDY / Day 4

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Peeps,


Easter is here again, and the selection of marshmallow bunnies and chocolate eggs, bonnets and baskets, culinary delights and vases brimming with star-gazer lilies/early hydrangea/bells-of-Ireland have never been so appealing.  The promise of redemption, and resurrection, keeps church-goers suitably engaged while the travel and hospitality industry pleasantly scrambles to meet the demands of school groups, destination tours, and lost baggage claimants.  Dewy-eyed brides-to-be everywhere resolve that right after Easter Sunday lunch, they plan to loose every extra inch in order to fit into that Vera Wang bridal gown; and her equally plump hand-maids smile knowingly, and proceed to have just another little sliver of the wedding-cake sample (sent over by the solicitous wedding-planner who is pressed to confirm the church and rental hall quickly less the celebrations instead have to be held at some hotel's banquet-room. Shame! Shame!).  So sweet that some girls still dream on floating down the aisle, a vision of purity in white and tulle and scented flowers.


It is so easy to forget, when absorbed daily in this endless array of images, tons of magazines, endless discussions about color/beauty/design/and so forth, that not all are not so pleasingly engaged.  Some individuals have questions more serious than the rent-or-buy debate, for they are homeless, a condition which has effected a larger percentage of our society than many would care to discuss.  Sadly, the number of children who find themselves without the joys and comfort of being in a home, has dramatically increased to about 2 million a year.  Thankfully, Covenant House, a privately-funded agency established to assist homeless youths by providing food + shelter + immediate crisis care + essential services, and AVIVA, have initiated a simple way in which we can all help.  By visiting this link: www.http://www.avivausa.com/portal/site/avivausa/content/home/youmanity, and sending a short message to a homeless child at one of the Convenant House centers, AVIVA will donate a dollar towards making the future of a home-less child less questionable, by helping to make a life currently filled with doubt and risk, or without love, less so.  It only takes a few minutes -- less than making a cup of coffee -- to share the gift of hope with someone who really needs it now.  And isn't that -- having a 2nd chance, the true message of His rebirth?


It's so, so easy:  send a message, or make a call (to Covenant House at 1-800-388-3888) and make a homeless child feel that there is a future (for them, also).


Thanks,
Shane


PS:  Today's soundtrack is NO LOGO's This City Never Sleeps




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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents APRIL (EYE) CANDY / Day 3

(VISUAL TREATS) For All of My Design-Obsessed Peeps: The PEEPSHOW presents APRIL (EYE) CANDY / Day 3: Peeps, This Kent, Connecticut garden appears unequaled in appropriateness (at least to my now weary eyes).  Designer Robert Coutur...

The PEEPSHOW presents APRIL (EYE) CANDY / Day 3





Peeps,


This Kent, Connecticut garden appears unequaled in appropriateness (at least to my now weary eyes).  Designer Robert Couturier sets the stage for magical evening strolls or joyous summer fetes through the use of an inviting lawn, a backdrop filled with simple evergreen shapes and accents provided by antique statuary,  Today, while driving through parts best left unnamed, I couldn't help but notice azaleas bushes crafted into the shapes of building blocks; nandinas resembling sad pyramids, and rhododendrons somewhat reminiscent of Snooki's previous bouffant which should have photo-shopped out (or exhibited in a gallery devoted to modern horrors).  The verdict is still pending on the persons responsible for these transgressions against nature; are the landscaping crews who thrill at the approximation of monstrous machismo, while handling electric clippers and cutters in the style of Leatherface or Dexter, guilty?  Or at fault are the disinterested home-owners who give vague directions and quickly return to the ceaseless thrills of on-line shopping or extended sports-coverage on a million and one cable channels? 


Truthfully, other than mild irritations, it's been a beautiful day, and tomorrow promises to be equally spectacular.  My recent estate-sale find of two silver-leafed garden stools can be picked up next week and can't wait to see them nestled in a bed of Japanese spurge and lily-of-the valley.  Hope you're all finding your own groove for the season. 


Best,
Shane


PS:  Today's soundtrack is Alex Cortiz's Magic Touch (Magnifico!)