This became rather overgrown, so I have pruned it. I don't have the heart to remove the two poems at the end, though.
DA is primarily a site for visual artists, and so I don't spend much time here any more. I can't draw worth a damn. Most of my new stuff now appears first on my fanfiction.net site, which is linked below. If and when I get a sufficient number of illustrations done, I'll set the whole thing up into Skyrim-style type and post it here again as an Acrobat file.
However, DA does retain one advantage in that it will accept (albeit reluctantly) .pdf files. This means that I will still be posting finished works here, if they contain graphics or unusual typography.
Over the local stations, one by one,
Announcers list disasters like dark poems
That always happen in the skull of winter.
But once again the storm has passed us by:
Lovely and moderate, the snow lies down
While shouting children hurry back to play,
And scarved and smiling citizens once more
Sweep down their easy paths of pride and welcome.
And what else might we do? Let us be truthful.
Two counties north the storm has taken lives.
Two counties north, to us, is far away, -
A land of trees, a wing upon a map,
A wild place never visited, - so we
Forget with ease each far mortality.
Peacefully from our frozen yards we watch
Our children running on the mild white hills.
This is the landscape that we understand, -
And till the principle of things takes root,
How shall examples move us from our calm?
I do not say that it is not a fault.
I only say, except as we have loved,
All news arrives as from a distant land.
Mary Oliver, "Beyond the Snow Belt."
This land like a mirror turns you inward
And you become a forest in a furtive lake;
The dark pines of your mind reach downward,
You dream in the green of your time,
Your memory is a row of sinking pines.
Explorer, you tell yourself this is not what you came for
Although it is good here, and green;
You had meant to move with a kind of largeness,
You had planned a heavy grace, an anguished dream.
But the dark pines of your mind dip deeper
And you are sinking, sinking, sleeper
In an elementary world;
There is something down there and you want it told.
Gwendolyn MacEwen, "Dark Pines Under Water," The Shadow Maker (1972)
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Current Residence: South Vancouver
Favourite genre of music: None. My playlists would drive an analyst insane. They go all the way from Tanya Tucker singing "Delta Dawn" to the Scary Bitches with "Piss on your grave," to "Blackheart" and "For the Win" by 2 Steps from Hell, to "Sleep while I drive" and "I take you with me" by Melissa Etheridge, to.... well, ask me tomorrow.
Favourite style of art: Symbolist; Decadant; Art Nouveau
Operating System: Windows 7/Mac System X Lion/Mac iOS
Shell of choice: 90 mm.
Wallpaper of choice: I prefer paint....
Skin of choice: My lady's ;)
Favourite cartoon character: Chihiro/Sen
Personal Quote: When we are no longer children, we are already dead. (Constantin Brancusi)