Fake Art
Fake news is the apprentice,
But red herrings were the true masters
Of misdirection's ancient arts.
Before deceit went viral,
Those red herrings were the subtle classics
Of confuse-and-conquer tactics.
#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyphoto #politics
Bad Penny
Petulant intruders
leave their smirking smudges,
no scrubbing shall suffice.
The bad penny turns up,
clinking in your pocket,
a debt you cannot pay.
#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyphoto
Snowy path with winter trees and sunlight.
At the of blue
#WhiteReindeer
#SkyAndEarth #travel #blue #snow #winter #sky #light #clouds #sun #path #trees #forest #birch #photography #nature #Finland #chatgpt
Thelonious Monk (piano solo 4:15)
and
Sonny Rollins
"I Want To Be Happy"
youtu.be/-VVB-M0Mbd4?...
#Jazz #JazzSky #Music #MusicSky #NowPlaying
Woman seen from behind walking next to a tree. Colorful oil pastel painting on a brown background.
Despite the fact that I live in #Berlin for almost two years now I never painted this city. So here is something very typical for Berlin: A small public park and a person enjoying it. Painted on location in #oilpastel!
#art #traditionalart #landscape #stunday #pleinair #pastel #germany #nature
Softpastel painting of a butterfly. The background is mostly brown and flat, while the butterfly is blue and has some red spots at its wings.
If you consider how absolutely beautiful #butterflies are, I'm surprised they dont geht painted more often. I'm always happy seeing one, both in reality and in painting. For this one I went for #pastels to match the soft texture of their wings.
#traditionalart #softpastel #art #nature #insects
Winter sunrise in Minnesota. Snowy.
Beautiful winter sunrise in Minnesota ❄️
#Photography
#Photographers
#BlueSkyArt
#EastCoastKin
#Snow
#Nature
#Minnesota
The flower of an Easter Lily Cactus photographed from underneath
Easter Lily Cactus
#photography
#art
#flowers
Happy #RockinTuesday
Hornby Island, BC
#EastCoastKin #photography #scape #seascape #nature
#travel #skyscape #sunrise
#PhotographersOfBlueSky
the demon's parlor - 2020 #surrealism #popsurrealism #sculpture #handmade #mixedmedia #ooak #noai #airdryingclay #polymerclay #art #artwork #ellenjewett #botanical #slowart #maximalism #wabisabi #sculpture #crocodile
#ICYMI
"Through this survey, we are asking residents if there is community interest in new rail service options, including a late-night train possibility,” said #Kingston Mayor Bryan Paterson. #YGK #TrainService
More details here: www.kingstonist.com/news/kingsto...
#ICYMI
"We want #Kingston to become the next hub of animation in Canada and we're doing everything we can to support that," said Donnie MacIntyre of Limestone #Animation, who announced a partnership with famed #horror writer R.L. Stine. #YGK
www.kingstonist.com/news/new-stu...
Portland has fallen!
Sculpture of two bats, one swooping down on the other who is on all fours. The bats are white with purple accents, their wings are made up of tracery rather than membrane.
the weight of all our conversations - 2020 #surrealism #popsurrealism #sculpture #handmade #mixedmedia #ooak #noai #airdryingclay #polymerclay #art #artwork #ellenjewett #botanical #slowart #maximalism #wabisabi #sculpture #bats
A sculpture of a rooster twined with vining plants. The rooster's tailfeathers are morphing into plants themselves. There are a variety of tiny songbirds perching on the growth around the rooster.
of the majestic and mundane - 2015 #surrealism #popsurrealism #sculpture #handmade #mixedmedia #ooak #noai #airdryingclay #polymerclay #art #artwork #ellenjewett #botanical #slowart #maximalism #wabisabi #sculpture #chicken #rooster
I awoke to find this #cockatoo on the verandah looking out at the #sunrise & everything below. I made a cup of tea & sat with it for a while & watched the #sun come up. Some moments are like diamonds, simply precious. What a start to my day! ☀️🐦👋🏽😀
#Australia #bird #BirdsofAustralia #BirdsofOz
Beautiful trees trained across each other to make a canopy and a shaded seating area. Shadows are cast on the ground. Castle Drogo’s Architect was Edward Lutyens and it was the last castle built in England. It has a beautiful view as it is on the edge of Dartmoor.
A wooden bench in the shade at Castle Drogo in Devon.
#PalacesandGardens
#Seating
#AlphabetChallenge
#WeekLforLines
#Gardens
#Trees
#Photography
#Devon
Of Political Measures
Scales calibrated,
with backroom grease applied.
By ghosts of half-made facts.
Half-truth's fibbing firmware,
programmed to deceive.
It's pre-set to misconceive.
#poetry #poem #poemoftheday #poems #truth #politics
Body & Mind
A flesh-clad engine room,
Labours, leaks, and strains,
Its cogs betray their flaws.
A neural motherboard,
Holds chaos, jumbled schemes,
A tangled, fraught deceit.
#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #blueskypoetry #photo #wildlife #Photography #photooftheday #body
A sculpture of an octopus reaching gently forward with their arms, painted in dusty oranges and blues. Their mantle is hollow, and their skin has plant forms and tracery weaving over top of it.
on curiosity and reluctance (strange and gentle XXV) - 2020 #surrealism #popsurrealism #sculpture #handmade #mixedmedia #ooak #noai #airdryingclay #polymerclay #art #artwork #ellenjewett #botanical #slowart #maximalism #wabisabi #sculpture #octopus
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Sunday book review - The Highland Cow and the Horse of the Woods by Roy Dennis
Publisher: Whittles
Review: markavery.info/2025/09/07/s...
'Any book that's both interesting & important is a very good book. This is a very good book.'
#scots #pine #capercaillie #cattle #forests #naturewriting
Guys be like "🔥🔥🔥" on Instagram instead of going to therapy
Salvage The salvage yard's forty acres of brokedown busted-up wrecks, where we once got fifty bucks for our grocery getter, an ‘89 wagon. My father & I stalk aisles of cars & trucks for replacement parts—rims, belts, compressor. Pops a hood—holds a lighter up in the skull, runs a hand along the radiator. Nothing lasts, but nothing's irreplaceable— except for the faulty parts he passed down. Same lousy knees, leaky valves—blood flow half-slowed in his Gremlin heart. Same depression, same blown hippocampus. All this, yet a grin when he sees the old 'Vette: sixteen again, all show & fro, gunning down Main St for the horizon.
“Nothing lasts, but nothing's irreplaceable.” A poem by Mark Wagenaar.
WHEN METAPHOR REPLACES METEOR SHOWERS Each time you touch me a shower of meteors bursts in my mouth I can not think of their beauty apart from my fear of fre as if some burning piece of a building will fall on me I would never tell you how you frighten me with pleasure or how I freeze my heart with trips to the Arctic to fight the fire. This scene comnes in a dream to haunt me: a ship on fire raging out of control in the ocean of the North Pole and the water freezing like lace as it's poured through the flames. Fire burning out of control in the ice.
“And the water freezing like lace.” A poem by Diane Wakoski.
Insomniac Sleep for me is no little sister of death unless passing through this life means an eternity of tiny scuffles, pinpoints of green and violet light, the groan of a sentient attic. The herbs unfurl in their window box, the night itself breathes in the ducts. The hope of the unrested: that this will go on. From the sea-sheeted bed, its blue on blue, I smell earth on the coyote's paws. They pass through this acre like storms.
“An eternity of tiny scuffles” A poem by Melanie Jordan.
CEDAR In the cellar, in a far corner, there's a door to a dying forest, its shadows etched by the bulb of a sputtering sun. Odor of heartwood and rain, a tang giddy with age and distance, like cheesecloth curing on the sill of a forgotten summer afternoon. Garments of half a century hang like festoons of moss, her fox stole bristling to the least touch, his topcoat, their gabardines and sweaters. On a shelf, in an envelope marked Mother, lies a shock of perfected hair, and here is the little boat all of you still sail in, a shoebox whose rubberband snaps to a gritty dust, old letters and the photographs of small gray faces that believe things will happen this way again, a smile or guffaw, wave of the hand, the hat you could almost be wearing.
“Here is the little boat all of you still sail in.” A poem by William Johnson.
i don’t wrestle with my demons but sometimes we tickle fight
