<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347</id><updated>2012-01-20T23:42:41.841Z</updated><category term='juan carlos ochoa'/><category term='cyborg'/><category term='fish'/><category term='earth'/><category term='solar star helios sun soliel ciel abstract colour light'/><category term='material'/><category term='avant-garde'/><category term='dont slam'/><category term='coitoris  innita &quot;innita para no&quot; Cnemidophorus Exsanguis  romance love amor desnuda nude naked'/><category term='living solutions'/><category term='Rockanrose Innita 2011'/><category term='interhuss designs'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='nature'/><category term='Dark'/><category term='woman'/><category term='experiemental'/><category term='art'/><category term='poll'/><category term='flower'/><category term='intergalactic hussy'/><category term='automaton'/><category term='consciousness process soul art text abstract'/><category term='war'/><category term='K R Copeland'/><category term='artist'/><category term='veganvampire'/><category term='fractal'/><category term='visible language of a culture'/><category term='urban noise'/><category term='postmodernism'/><category term='girls'/><category term='Paris'/><category term='nanotechnology'/><category term='algo así como mi portafolio'/><category term='Pop Art'/><category term='roma innita menorrealismo menorrealista &quot;no para innita&quot; 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Cnemidophorus Exsanguis  romance love amor desnuda nude naked'/><category term='me self portrait &quot;simon harris&quot; crescent'/><category term='hyper-real'/><category term='grass'/><category term='advert'/><category term='ferile'/><category term='high capitalism'/><category term='virtual reality'/><category term='heads of state'/><category term='virus'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Simon Harris'/><category term='cyan'/><category term='RFID'/><category term='digital'/><category term='model'/><category term='digital art'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='leaves'/><category term='Jeff Crouch'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>sAyingsometHing</title><subtitle type='html'>Saying Something is a mystery that cannot be solved...  Only comprehended and reflected by the prism of art.
A blog for writing, art, poetry, experimental poetry, digital art, photography, essays, philosophy, video, design, etc.  All art forms welcome.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1086</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1548319634262058683</id><published>2012-01-08T00:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:31:33.855Z</updated><title type='text'>"Evidence"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6655589731/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7161/6655589731_6dcdf992a7.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6655589731/"&gt;&amp;quot;Evidence&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Via Flickr:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in England December 2011 on a cold, Winter's day with compromised light.  Too early for twi-light, a dull light reflected off leaves and other fauna, creating a cold-looking and misty effect.  The naturally occuring &amp;quot;art&amp;quot; of nature often suprises us; here there is a suggestion of some woodland drama that unfolded recently.  I can only capture the &amp;quot;evidence&amp;quot; but not the actual event that occured.  The tree, keeled over by lightning or the wind, creates an evocative, surreal image that can suggest much more to the human mind than the reality of a fallen tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1548319634262058683?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1548319634262058683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1548319634262058683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1548319634262058683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1548319634262058683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2012/01/originally-uploaded-by-crescentsi.html' title='&amp;quot;Evidence&amp;quot;'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8222978309547478812</id><published>2012-01-08T00:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:31:16.278Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on Virtualness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6655591159/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6655591159_a583e52bf1.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6655591159/"&gt;Reflections on Virtualness&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Via Flickr:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtle editing on Miss Boux's original portrait, that creates a painterly effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://missboux.deviantart.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;missboux.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8222978309547478812?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8222978309547478812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8222978309547478812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8222978309547478812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8222978309547478812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2012/01/reflections-on-virtualness.html' title='Reflections on Virtualness'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-6869078671160794714</id><published>2012-01-08T00:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:30:44.956Z</updated><title type='text'>"Ma Corps"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6655596167/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7147/6655596167_a420500285.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6655596167/"&gt;&amp;quot;Ma Corps&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Via Flickr:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour version of &amp;quot;Ma Bouche&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Playing with the strong, natural architecture of Julie's form.  Julie's pronounced bone-structure and muscle forms suggested the textures and light/shade that I used to create a quaisi-abstract effect.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6655592815/in/photostream"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6655592815/in/photostream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Ma Corps&amp;quot; also utilised colour which I used in an arbitrary way, at least initially, &lt;br /&gt;then editing layers of textures to create a painterly effect with disparite hues that, nevertheless compare and contrast well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xstockx.deviantart.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-6869078671160794714?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6869078671160794714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=6869078671160794714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/6869078671160794714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/6869078671160794714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2012/01/corps.html' title='&amp;quot;Ma Corps&amp;quot;'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-7204376061780765595</id><published>2011-12-24T16:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:51:40.994Z</updated><title type='text'>During November 2011 (1. Burning a Poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forsooth as &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letters fragment a page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to breathe an eye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tooth for a tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sans doute! Yo soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letters in flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flame of tongues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crackle of spit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lunge of meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perceived by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sheath of being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flesh of doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by shards of letter fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a glassy perusal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the body in motion;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the enigma of a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sideways glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one is reminded of an Eastern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the vines throughout your corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tongue by tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are handed down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-7204376061780765595?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7204376061780765595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=7204376061780765595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7204376061780765595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7204376061780765595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/12/during-november-2011-1-burning-poem.html' title='During November 2011 (1. Burning a Poem)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-2368908330809965396</id><published>2011-12-24T16:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:52:01.009Z</updated><title type='text'>During November 2011 (2. Our Mother Tongue)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought by thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words are welded here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our mother tongue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn begin again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing water chances its thumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petering gridlock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the motorway is still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;folding onto running wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a copse by chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a glassy siren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulsing yellow, brick red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badgering arabesque trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give way to painterly verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scrimmage of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prehensile brushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a prose of entwining sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an intelligent blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women for moments elapsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in cars chasing tails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;predicting the Cutty Sark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking through pitch green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passing food &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through fingers by hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by the night of trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porous nigh to the welt of sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a young woman as amassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as lean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in flickering light her body carved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etched by anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mute yet visceral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-2368908330809965396?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2368908330809965396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=2368908330809965396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2368908330809965396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2368908330809965396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/12/burning-poem-2-our-mother-tongue.html' title='During November 2011 (2. Our Mother Tongue)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-51513036432189124</id><published>2011-12-24T16:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:50:52.285Z</updated><title type='text'>During November 2011 (3. The Intrusive Poet)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this! And this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is reason or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dissimilar, erudite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or an empty vessel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worthy or meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth, a truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not a truth at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something as strange as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galilean, as everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or something that may not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resemble anything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dromedary has one hump and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Bactrian two and this should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be as clear as it is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-51513036432189124?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/51513036432189124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=51513036432189124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/51513036432189124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/51513036432189124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/12/burning-poem-3-intrusive-poet.html' title='During November 2011 (3. The Intrusive Poet)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-4031358775574404265</id><published>2011-12-24T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:51:25.191Z</updated><title type='text'>During November 2011 (4. A Dance for Horus)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spliced by several cataclysms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persephone is diced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;became our sexual freedom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a longing for truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should not be written&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an Owl is greater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than an Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an Eagle Owl is neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hand is gratuitous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ecstasy of the female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chessing as the leaves of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a book a Jazz hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flamboyant at the carvery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Pigs head, a la morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de la morte, rings the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain of parting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dessert is an open wound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisyphean, Dionysian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond the scope of words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should paint or photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this Shakespearian moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as feeding our culture,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as being its downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballerinas dancing, balancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the table on our laps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a die is thrown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a finger points a la asymmetrical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaginas pivoted West,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pirouettes through pork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sherry trifles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples fall to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bread is soaked in wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dancers' beauty by some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;implicit chemistry alludes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allegorically to a guest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masturbating then spurting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fickle sliced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by scissored hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By luck, as near intrinsic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as truth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the duck and mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vinaigrette, salsa and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oranges soaked in white rum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the steel of an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achilles tendon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feathers Apollonian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stage, a theatrical performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via CCTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slipped into shadows by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;covert snappers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Flickr and Youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook or Twitter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is consumed like a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackal at a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and art's traces are sold for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greater monies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than to put this poor project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beyond the realms of imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borrowed, begged or stolen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bruised or finished by the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of inflation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must only see with adequate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and enquire with open minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to witness the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cannot escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that we are the prisoners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of our own devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-4031358775574404265?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4031358775574404265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=4031358775574404265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4031358775574404265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4031358775574404265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/12/burning-poem-4-dance-for-horus.html' title='During November 2011 (4. A Dance for Horus)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8829807388608398396</id><published>2011-12-11T13:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T13:46:44.964Z</updated><title type='text'>A Consequence of Post Modernity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Misanthropy is the most essential and ubiquitous form of prejudice today.&amp;nbsp; Rather than sexism, racism, discrimination due to illness/disability or class, human beings intolerence of humanness (the state of being human) and other human beings is more sinister and encompassing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8829807388608398396?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8829807388608398396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8829807388608398396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8829807388608398396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8829807388608398396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/12/consequence-of-post-modernity.html' title='A Consequence of Post Modernity'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5755065694945559531</id><published>2011-12-10T16:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:34:47.087Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The new "Internet art" (or poetry) may well lie beyond the Internet. I.e. a return to real-life! If this is so, which it probably is, then art/literary theory will have to go back up its arse and return to cancel its self out and begin again! Never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry/Art rebelled against postmodern, real-life by utilising the Internet, which was freeing, but now seems passe, dull, consumed by Capitalism, legislation, censorship, mediocrity and ironic, narcissistic navel-gazing. Perhaps, even worse than this, is the desperation for "fame", whatever that is? A kind of ironic, non-famous kudos, that fails to dull the line between those who really are famous and those who are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the Internet (in its burgeoning early days we had hopes of a new 60's, intellectual, creative and democratic) has become a reflection of the societies that it criticised and became a much needed escape from. Put in more cogent terms, the Internet has become stale. A flag for Western, High Capitalism, Orwellian, Big-Brotheresque paranoia, stultifying legislation/censorship and a Media driven, sex-fuelled mythology that speaks to our genitals, before legislation "castrates" us of our normal, healthy needs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that the Internet, now subsumed by societies, is beginning to take its place as another rather useless, but somehow essential modern-day, technological or mechanical device. Just like the TV sits in your living room and spouts a thousand channels of crap (and the odd, good program), or your car cocoons you like a neurotic cyborg and speeds you into gridlock, these inventions hang about as if we couldn't live without them. Somehow the notion of a spurious "advantage" of the above and other inventions persists in our postmodern, artificial lives. Sure, there were advantages of the car, but today you're quicker on a bike. Unless your going very far and can guarantee some clear roads, you may as well pedal or walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the new poetics? How will art respond to the stagnancy of the Internet? By returning to the real? Probably, at least for a while...&amp;nbsp; After all our transition is from distinct societies to global economies and cultures.&amp;nbsp; We can see this unfolding before our eyes as leaders from around the world struggle to cope with a global recession.&amp;nbsp; Maybe reality is becoming sweeter than the virtual?&amp;nbsp; It is by addressing&amp;nbsp;real problems that artistic individuals can reflect on the major difficulties that we are currently experiencing. &amp;nbsp; This is surely a more fertile ground for creativity than&amp;nbsp;the stultifying Internet, that has always been compromised by excessive information and questionable quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-5755065694945559531?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-7529065069328040911</id><published>2011-11-06T01:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T01:10:10.525Z</updated><title type='text'>Altering Definitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6316884200/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6230/6316884200_abca3a473d.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6316884200/"&gt;Altering Definitions&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Via Flickr:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Julie Brocklehurst (XstockX) for allowing me to use her photo in this picture :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xstockx.deviantart.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-7529065069328040911?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7529065069328040911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=7529065069328040911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7529065069328040911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7529065069328040911'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5689741166486649689</id><published>2011-10-01T15:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T15:29:32.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23/09/2011 (Blue Tones, Purple)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opus cunnilingus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a breath for a door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is jurisdiction 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carved by plate tectonics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a name for a rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and roll, CODA: persistent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ritardando to Beethoven's 9th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monteverdi then a purple knob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pulsing;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the agora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;testicles. Do you have your key?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbara Streisand. Monotony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;monotony sophistication monotony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;progress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stasis new technology&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;regression. The child is all conquering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enfant terrible chastising&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this implicit monotony.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day they will rule the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is your back door locked?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mona Lisa hangs in the Louvre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ambiguity is her clarity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its global appeal. In jurisdiction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 we must faint at a cadaver &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;compliant like children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help you with that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang your key behind the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-5689741166486649689?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5689741166486649689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=5689741166486649689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5689741166486649689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5689741166486649689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/10/23092011-blue-tones-purple.html' title='23/09/2011 (Blue Tones, Purple)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-490921888284331118</id><published>2011-10-01T15:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:35:15.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23/09/2011 (Red to Green)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baroque becomes a consideration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;incestuous like property&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;other than an answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;carved by propensity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;money is unacceptable tender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;during jurisdiction Zero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pleasures of the flesh&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;baroque becomes an unambiguous tenure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like Carp fishing four&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;memories explicitly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Moon, a legal tender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;breaking in pitch water&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;animal and justified, a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trout on the table, palpable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;diction, reasons are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Classical by clear waters&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;a velocity, a room with a view.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dionysion without borders&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;an answer to a baroque insistence&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;contrived by illusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make sure you lock your front door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-490921888284331118?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/490921888284331118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=490921888284331118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/490921888284331118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/490921888284331118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/10/23092011-red-to-green.html' title='23/09/2011 (Red to Green)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-3612280763765519935</id><published>2011-09-24T14:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T14:54:50.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pulsar in Hyper-real Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6177489751/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6177/6177489751_ac6b33bd6a.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6177489751/"&gt;A Pulsar in Hyper-real Space&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Via Flickr:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstract Digital Art inspired by astrophysics/astronomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-3612280763765519935?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3612280763765519935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=3612280763765519935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3612280763765519935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3612280763765519935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/09/pulsar-in-hyper-real-space.html' title='A Pulsar in Hyper-real Space'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6177/6177489751_ac6b33bd6a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-9121623406841481977</id><published>2011-09-16T19:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:33:27.505+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-bottom: 3px; 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The Moulin Rugit FM Radio-interview.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MI2cecFn_A/TnKlD3ldw6I/AAAAAAAACtM/jWDcGz6SItA/s1600/20-20_cover_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MI2cecFn_A/TnKlD3ldw6I/AAAAAAAACtM/jWDcGz6SItA/s400/20-20_cover_blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652761968182674338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157627209572739"&gt;Year One,&lt;/a&gt;  95.&lt;br /&gt;Paris, France.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, September 12, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(note: unpolished English)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is Maurice Rugit on Moulin Rugit FM. This morning  we have a liveradio interview with Guitar-riff-lover Colombian rocker Innita presenting  “Blueless” and a detailed plot of her upcoming second album called "&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/6010262425/in/set-72157627209572739/"&gt;20/20&lt;/a&gt;".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In a bold move, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/6138585762/in/set-72157627209572739"&gt;you released “Blueless” yesterday, a guitarless synthpop song&lt;/a&gt; as the first 20/20 single . We know you love rock hard with guitars, so what is behind this strong change of direction?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, It's not really a sound change, it's more a wider spectrum of tunes in my work. I really like doing concept albums. My debut album, “Rockanrose” was a concept album too, but this new one is larger, four times more. The narrative background is more detailed this time, with more changes of moods in the story itself as well as in its characters. So, “20/20” could be perceived as a kind of soundtrack, and it means the need for composing in a eclectic way. Although it's mainly an electric guitar-driven rock album,  I include some piano songs and synthpop songs and acoustic songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; “Blueless” have that 80s synth feeling, and its space-age themed lyrics let us know some of the thematic involved, or am i wrong? I could tell it's a sci-fi story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. 20/20 is about being clueless in this world. 20/20 deals with vanity, money, lost loves, lost friends, blurred hopes, the pursuit of success, and of course the naivety that brings having dreams. So, I want to include  that naive-happy  longing-love song type, and yes, very 80s as you said, in the predominantly dark tune of the story. 20/20 has that pink emotional peaks and deep-blue valleys, as the 3d cyan/magenta pair. That's why I called “Blueless” this first single. This song is a light upbeat peak lost into the wild deep valley of the human condition. It's optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Yesterday you also released the complete 20/20 tracklist, 40 songs-lenght compendium divided in 10 chapters. Huge! With the titles, I confess I 'm pretty  intrigued about the story. Can you give an exclusive synopsis to our listeners ….. and to me as well?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ok, but you must know I know you Radio show hosters use their listeners in a polite way of having guests giving exclusive previews for yourselves (Laughs). It's not that I'm not Ok with that. In fact, I'll give you an extended synopsis, if that term makes sense (Giggles). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; I'm dying to hear it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20/20 has 3 main characters: &lt;b&gt;Polly Wood&lt;/b&gt;,  San Diego-Born Rolls-Royce crasher actress, she has that Lindsay Lohan-esque vibe. &lt;b&gt;Magenta Rojas&lt;/b&gt;, a money-troubled Tijuana-Born Writer, the older and best Polly's friends in her childhood,  4-5 years older than Polly, she had that Kafka-esque hard luck life. And &lt;b&gt;Cyanne D'arc&lt;/b&gt;, a Parisienne Ballet dancer, Magenta's  ex-girlfiriend, same age as Wood's, 20.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Same age as you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it is not a kind of  autobiographical story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please, go on, I won't interrupt you anymore. I can't wait (wink).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sneers)All right. The story begins with Polly Wood surviving her aforementioned Rolls Royce crash, as a result of a deranged   emotional collapse by being dumped by her girlfriend days ago. And days after the crash, Polly learnt her childhood closest friend, Magenta, died by starvation. It's like her old friend did it on purpose, mix of economical and emotional depression transformed in a slow suicide by stop eating, and Polly wanders about she having survived and being rich and sucesssful, in contrast with Magenta, dead poor. In Magenta's apartment, Police finds an unpublished Spanish-written manuscript of her, an autobiographical novel called “Hambre” (Hunger). The book is published and it's a huge sucess, best-seller. And so,  a  Hollywood adaptation of the book is on the run, casting Polly as play the role of Magenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oops.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The film is a blockbuster. Magenta gains posthumus both cult and mainstream fandom. Polly found herself in a guilt trip since the film started and in a higher level -or lower depending of the viewpoint- now, feeling very uncomfortable being  richer and more famous by using the Magenta's life, as if her own life was empty itself. And rubbing salt into wounds, Magenta's ex-girlfriend, Cyanne,  ends up knowing Polly personally, and then dating her and falling in love with her. Cyanne sees in  Polly as Magenta's live sequel (Innita darkly giggles). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Definetely a rock opera vibe so far. Please go on.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! ( Innita shows him a big smile).  Academy Award for Best Actress is winned by Polly for her role as Magenta, but even  with that,  the Polly-Cyanne relationship is  victimized by both paparazzi and yellow journalism. And TV industry sees profit on this, convincing Polly of doing a Larry David-esque self-mocking sitcom of her life, with dark humor situations about being sucessful at expenses of her friend's death as well as having her dead firend's ex-girlfriend as a romantic gain too. And then …. at this point I've happily spoiled too much but I don't want to spoil all of it by telling 20/20's conclusion. Of course, if I was a writer I hadn't tell you nothing but a few words of the plot. But this is only Rock 'N' Roll, and I like it that way ( winks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“ Too Much Information”, citing Duran Duran, but in a good way. This was a super sized-gift.You left me too much to think. Althought I know  you stay here on Paris for several months,  I will long for having you again, soon, maybe next week,  in a live sessions of “Blueless”.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh la la, Cést trés chic. Of Course I'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;OK! Well, Innita, I have to confess we on Moulin Rugit FMmake the Innita live session poster already, Au revoir!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Laughs) It's Ok , as long as you don't put  [sitcom style] laugh track on this live interview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Blueless"&lt;/b&gt;, first single of "20/20",  can be listened &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/innita/07-blueless" rel="nofollow"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-7566657997619667647?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7566657997619667647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=7566657997619667647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7566657997619667647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7566657997619667647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/09/innita-spoils-her-2020-and-its-not-bad.html' title='“Innita spoils her  20/20 …. and it&apos;s not bad news”. The Moulin Rugit FM Radio-interview.'/><author><name>No para Innita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735055279896101010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xN8aFH3CB4/Tj1_yz0PA3I/AAAAAAAACl0/LjXQwMHXgv4/s220/no_3d_01a_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MI2cecFn_A/TnKlD3ldw6I/AAAAAAAACtM/jWDcGz6SItA/s72-c/20-20_cover_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1004950236020376611</id><published>2011-08-14T23:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:02:43.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Helios 5 (Betelgeuse)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6039273991/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6073/6039273991_d468900de4.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/6039273991/"&gt;Helios 5 (Betelgeuse)&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1004950236020376611?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1004950236020376611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1004950236020376611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1004950236020376611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1004950236020376611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/08/helios-5-betelgeuse.html' title='Helios 5 (Betelgeuse)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6073/6039273991_d468900de4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-141942101692969197</id><published>2011-08-08T16:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:41:04.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>08/08/2011</title><content type='html'>After watching the news on television today; the possibility of a double-dip recession in the US, much concern about the economies of major European players, rioting in London, UK, massive cuts to charities (UK) and continual uprisings in numerous countries across the World, I believe it is time to seriously consider cancelling out global debts in as fair a way as possible. If this prevents an economic depression then it would be very worthwhile, we only have to read modern history to realise this.&lt;br /&gt;Cast your mind back approximately 15 years ago, when public pressure helped influence the G8 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;countries&lt;/span&gt; decision to cancel out debt, owed by developing or undeveloped countries to Western countries. This proves that the strategy of cancelling out debt is not "pie in the sky" but a plausible and sensible option. Of course, it all depends on those who are already powerful and wealthy and whether they wish to see a fairer world for the majority of people, rather than upholding a series of national and global systems that only benefits themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments appreciated....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-141942101692969197?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/141942101692969197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=141942101692969197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/141942101692969197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/141942101692969197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/08/08082011.html' title='08/08/2011'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-4614499717866871075</id><published>2011-08-07T14:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:37:26.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chateau Versaille 2: How a Pilgrimage to Chateau Versaille Causes La Danse Automatique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oTiKBr1B2Y/Tj6UaNF8cII/AAAAAAAAAZI/boMvCsn5w8A/s1600/P1010605%2BBETTER%2B2%2BHow%2Ba%2BPilgrimage%2Bto%2BChateau%2BVersaille%2BCauses%2Ba%2BDanse%2BAutomatique%2BFINISHED%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638106961426542722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oTiKBr1B2Y/Tj6UaNF8cII/AAAAAAAAAZI/boMvCsn5w8A/s400/P1010605%2BBETTER%2B2%2BHow%2Ba%2BPilgrimage%2Bto%2BChateau%2BVersaille%2BCauses%2Ba%2BDanse%2BAutomatique%2BFINISHED%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chateau Versaille's juxtaposition of crowds of tourists from the world-over, beside 17th Century architecture, art, design and pictorial representations of French Royalty, really "struck a chord" with me. Indeed, Chateau Versaille is a work of art and the "Post modern phenomena" of global tourism creates its own aesthetic. Both together made me think of a theatrical performance on a global stage, a "danse automatique", unchoreographed and oblivious to a third juxtapostion of art; the "Postmodern photographer" reflecting on contemporary life and the state of the arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictorially, my main concerns with this photograph were to exploit the 3D elements of the photo, enhance the light (source and reflections) and to capture some rather strange, dance like movements of the tourists! Hopefully I've acheived this! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-4614499717866871075?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4614499717866871075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=4614499717866871075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4614499717866871075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4614499717866871075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/08/chateau-versaille-2-how-pilgrimage-to_07.html' title='Chateau Versaille 2: How a Pilgrimage to Chateau Versaille Causes La Danse Automatique'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oTiKBr1B2Y/Tj6UaNF8cII/AAAAAAAAAZI/boMvCsn5w8A/s72-c/P1010605%2BBETTER%2B2%2BHow%2Ba%2BPilgrimage%2Bto%2BChateau%2BVersaille%2BCauses%2Ba%2BDanse%2BAutomatique%2BFINISHED%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1422701189139998214</id><published>2011-08-03T17:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:34:18.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem 03/08/2011</title><content type='html'>Ultra &lt;em&gt;ecriture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the deadline?&lt;br /&gt;cochon ou chaconne du plus ca change plus c'est la meme chose&lt;br /&gt;pensive&lt;br /&gt;then Egypt("ology").&lt;br /&gt;Cumming art&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1422701189139998214?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1422701189139998214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1422701189139998214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1422701189139998214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1422701189139998214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/08/poem-03082011.html' title='Poem 03/08/2011'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-7334213514929362674</id><published>2011-07-30T16:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T16:27:45.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qD9M1OdoixM" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-7334213514929362674?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7334213514929362674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=7334213514929362674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7334213514929362674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7334213514929362674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qD9M1OdoixM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8862588413874371438</id><published>2011-07-30T15:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T15:21:51.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Problems have a habit of forming&lt;br /&gt;circular arguments&lt;br /&gt;a route well worn by Sisyphus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of circular arguments&lt;br /&gt;form a holism&lt;br /&gt;and the breath of life&lt;br /&gt;forms a portal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education cleanses us of the need&lt;br /&gt;to ask why portals form&lt;br /&gt;and breathe new life&lt;br /&gt;into contradictions and&lt;br /&gt;waves of falsity&lt;br /&gt;that barely inhabit cultures&lt;br /&gt;alien to a media generated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reportage upon reportage upon reportage;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solipsism for second guessers&lt;br /&gt;a prism for the blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea inhabits creatures&lt;br /&gt;this portal is a refusal to see&lt;br /&gt;the sea as the land and&lt;br /&gt;birds adopt the sky and this&lt;br /&gt;portal binds mankind&lt;br /&gt;by a refusal to see the blackness&lt;br /&gt;of Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women are oracles that warn&lt;br /&gt;or suggest (im)possible futures&lt;br /&gt;we should stagger them lightly&lt;br /&gt;but for the plight of Armardas&lt;br /&gt;to come and far gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn the page&lt;br /&gt;for not understanding&lt;br /&gt;may bind us to wisdom&lt;br /&gt;for wisdom is truer than knowledge&lt;br /&gt;but far rarer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is neither construction&lt;br /&gt;deconstruction nor destruction&lt;br /&gt;it is the poverty of mind&lt;br /&gt;in the face of the consequence&lt;br /&gt;of mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is neither something nor&lt;br /&gt;nothing but the fruit upon&lt;br /&gt;earnings. And this well trodden&lt;br /&gt;path is learning, a game far&lt;br /&gt;truer than knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature is our condition&lt;br /&gt;and our condition is natural&lt;br /&gt;like Icarus, we wish to fly&lt;br /&gt;before we can walk&lt;br /&gt;amongst ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn the page&lt;br /&gt;for less this&lt;br /&gt;we may have learnt nothing&lt;br /&gt;and by wisdom&lt;br /&gt;we would be foolish to be wise&lt;br /&gt;when we are as star struck as children&lt;br /&gt;as blinded by knowledge&lt;br /&gt;as a mole to the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The will to fly is not&lt;br /&gt;flight but the attempt&lt;br /&gt;to soar&lt;br /&gt;to observe all meanings&lt;br /&gt;entwined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it would be wise&lt;br /&gt;to reinvent the wheel&lt;br /&gt;as those before us&lt;br /&gt;have travelled by&lt;br /&gt;different guises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simon Harris 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8862588413874371438?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8862588413874371438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8862588413874371438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8862588413874371438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8862588413874371438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/07/problems-have-habit-of-forming-circular.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5509592919591777998</id><published>2011-07-15T22:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T22:05:48.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impossibility of Postmodernism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5940476447/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6027/5940476447_cf9401b923.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5940476447/"&gt;The Impossibility of Postmodernism&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Via Flickr:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original photo was taken at the Louvre, Paris.  The statue in the background is of a Roman goddess.  Thank you to XstockX for allowing me to use her photo in this picture, that I layered over the top of the original photo, adding digital effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xstockx.deviantart.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-5509592919591777998?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5509592919591777998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=5509592919591777998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5509592919591777998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5509592919591777998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/07/impossibility-of-postmodernism.html' title='The Impossibility of Postmodernism'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6027/5940476447_cf9401b923_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-733865053789542846</id><published>2011-07-15T15:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T15:15:41.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>post-familia</title><content type='html'>Distance breeds contempt breeds distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arrete!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-733865053789542846?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/733865053789542846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=733865053789542846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/733865053789542846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/733865053789542846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/07/post-familia.html' title='post-familia'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-7735347316492264565</id><published>2011-06-12T17:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T17:07:18.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solstice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5825021834/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3242/5825021834_318b6cc151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5825021834/"&gt;Solstice&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you to XstockX (Julie Brocklehurst) for letting me use her beautiful photo in this picture. Here she is obscured by my digital effects! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xstockx.deviantart.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-7735347316492264565?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7735347316492264565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=7735347316492264565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7735347316492264565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7735347316492264565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/06/solstice.html' title='Solstice'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3242/5825021834_318b6cc151_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-2175621284775379841</id><published>2011-05-08T16:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T16:16:17.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MADE IN BRITAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKbAezYn_8U/TcazE27hN4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/k2m-iitONTw/s1600/P1000517%2BVERSION%2B5%2BEXCELLENT%2B%2BFINISHED%2BLARGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604363682355165058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKbAezYn_8U/TcazE27hN4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/k2m-iitONTw/s400/P1000517%2BVERSION%2B5%2BEXCELLENT%2B%2BFINISHED%2BLARGE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Essentially, an "indeterminate" or Dada poem created from spontaneous ideas, overheard conversations and "found objects" via the Internet, television, etc. I layered this over a photograph of the British countryside to create an impression of "ownership", however uncertain and ironic, during uncertain times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photograph was edited to add to the impression of irony and uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-2175621284775379841?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2175621284775379841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=2175621284775379841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2175621284775379841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2175621284775379841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/05/made-in-britain.html' title='MADE IN BRITAIN'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xKbAezYn_8U/TcazE27hN4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/k2m-iitONTw/s72-c/P1000517%2BVERSION%2B5%2BEXCELLENT%2B%2BFINISHED%2BLARGE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5275104824413497971</id><published>2011-04-30T15:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:01:14.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Donnington Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5669261615/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5183/5669261615_a5fe5aed13.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5669261615/"&gt;Donnington Castle&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ruined remains of a Castle in Donnington, Southern England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-5275104824413497971?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5275104824413497971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=5275104824413497971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5275104824413497971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5275104824413497971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/04/donnington-castle.html' title='Donnington Castle'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5183/5669261615_a5fe5aed13_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-3408732192056951362</id><published>2011-04-02T16:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:08:15.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Flowers (A Call for Peace and Unity)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5580955098/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 458px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5580955098_2600021ca5.jpg" width="463" height="473" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5580955098/"&gt;Spring Flowers (A Call for Peace and Unity)&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Via Flickr:&lt;/i&gt; Essentially, a digital art abstract that was created in reaction to events that are unfolding across the world. The global disruption, economic down-turn and frenetic rate of change are worrying trends in the early 21st century. Hatred and selfishness seem to be endemic and the brutality is shameful. Even though there are positive changes, the rate of change is unprecedented and this leads to stress and, sometimes violent reactions. It seems that wars are an inevitable part of human nature; indeed it is better to fight than to be killed by your foe. However, it is worth remembering that working together achieves far more positive results that confronting each other in violent warfare. The "Cold War" of the 1980's taught us that a global holocaust is a sick and pointless possibility, where the human race could succumb to the dark side of its creative and ingenious nature. In this scenario all sides are losers. Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-3408732192056951362?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3408732192056951362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=3408732192056951362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3408732192056951362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3408732192056951362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-flowers-call-for-peace-and-unity.html' title='Spring Flowers (A Call for Peace and Unity)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5580955098_2600021ca5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-7582194029736407632</id><published>2011-03-20T00:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:57:37.852Z</updated><title type='text'>Floral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5540791005/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5018/5540791005_4b5aab610d.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5540791005/"&gt;Floral&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to XstockX for letting me use her photo in this image :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-7582194029736407632?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7582194029736407632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=7582194029736407632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7582194029736407632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7582194029736407632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/03/floral.html' title='Floral'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5018/5540791005_4b5aab610d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8277299846075964897</id><published>2011-03-11T18:41:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:44:35.115Z</updated><title type='text'>11/03/2011 (The Red Sun Will Rise Once More.....)</title><content type='html'>Eerily &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;O'reilly&lt;/span&gt; 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midwifery text message advertising&lt;br /&gt;pornography crushed by water&lt;br /&gt;drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this great city a tumultuous sea&lt;br /&gt;crashing through me reining in sunshine&lt;br /&gt;the sky we thought nothing of&lt;br /&gt;and my family straining my eyes my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickly and unexpectedly facing&lt;br /&gt;Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-12722264"&gt;Video from BBC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8277299846075964897?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8277299846075964897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8277299846075964897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8277299846075964897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8277299846075964897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/03/11032011-red-sun-will-rise-once-more.html' title='11/03/2011 (The Red Sun Will Rise Once More.....)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8059079261776277535</id><published>2011-03-06T00:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:29:15.335Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;no para innita&quot;'/><title type='text'>True Confessions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTsbMEx3trY/TXLVSygvDoI/AAAAAAAAB7E/OBdkE7r2X1I/s1600/makingof-rockanrose_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTsbMEx3trY/TXLVSygvDoI/AAAAAAAAB7E/OBdkE7r2X1I/s400/makingof-rockanrose_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580757407038901890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157624336572969"&gt;The Making Of Rockanrose&lt;/a&gt;, 1.&lt;br /&gt;Innita's makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 5, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Excuse any flaws of my broken English, again.)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in , &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4691407334/in/set-72157624336572969/"&gt;June 11 2010&lt;/a&gt; I did make a kind of back-to-the-basics feeling about Innita when I picked her new album's title: “Rockanrose”: rock as thornes, love as roses, the synopsis of my Innita's attitude (by the way, the lack of the “d” in the title was purposedly avoiding male item if it could had been “Rock-andros-e”). It has been a long road since then. Weeks before that, my manager had hired a couple of female creative consultants. We have lots of meetings. They were like producers for a musician/band or like curators for a fine artist: it is,  lot of healthy laughs but also lot of headaches. The best advice they gave me was focusing the face of Innita in one single model. For years the face of Innita had several models, from then-girlfriends to anonimous faces found on internet and printed magazines. Their advice was great, but making it real was another thing. I couldn't achieve to draw the right face ….for weeks! simply I had no satisfaction.  I was stressed those weeks, even I was close to given up all Innita project, as pathetic as that I felt. Until one early november night, via Facebook friends' posts, I watched Taylor Momsen, singer of The Pretty Reckless, on “Makes Me Wanna Die” video-clip. I youtube-ed more videos   &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSr53xHI_MQ" rel="nofollow"&gt;and I watched her singing on Letterman's show&lt;/a&gt; and I was hooked-up with her onstage voice. Minutes later, I did read about the making of “Makes Me Wanna Die” video, and its original narration was Taylor  Momsen, band's frontwoman, singer and song-writer, walking in a progressive striptease till get naked in a  cementery and die, but Taylor is 17, so legally impossible to do it, she, a nudist-at-heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn´t know nothing about Taylor Momsen. I knew about her for that video-clip. I just remind one single photo of Gossip Girl's cast, but I never watched that series before. That night I knew she was an actress because Luis Fernando, a close vegan friend, told me that same night, along with sending me another video's link, “miss Nothing”, where she represents Mary Magdalene. A couple of weeks later, I decided Taylor being my “official” reference-model for drawing Innita. I even reduced Innita's breast again inspired in Momsen's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Innita a rockstar in the vegan-dream radial-world, some of actual Innita's-story-followers had naivedly related Innita with the superstar Lady Gaga of this world. But no. Sorry but comparing the boring Gaga's “Born this way” with   &lt;a href="http://img294.imagevenue.com/img.php?image=960052158_TaylorMomsen_TattooRockParlourconcert_Toronto_260211_TCC_021_122_209lo.jpg" rel="nofollow"&gt;Taylor Momsen wearing “I F*ck for Satan” T-shirt&lt;/a&gt;, both news of these days, Taylor wins Gaga by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,  I did want to release “Rockanrose” album  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/innita.para.no" rel="nofollow"&gt;today, Innita's birthday&lt;/a&gt;, but the chair  for Innita's voice is still empty, so back in December I realized  we ( me and Esteban Martinez, the composer) couldn´t make it, so I picked  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/5283728445/in/set-72157624336572969/"&gt;Taylor's birthday&lt;/a&gt; for releasing it in a symbolic heart-felt 'acknowledgment'. The quest for Innita's voice is still on the run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuará ..... &lt;br /&gt;to be continued ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;model / modelo: Taylor Momsen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8059079261776277535?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8059079261776277535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8059079261776277535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8059079261776277535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8059079261776277535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/03/true-confessions.html' title='True Confessions.'/><author><name>No para Innita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735055279896101010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xN8aFH3CB4/Tj1_yz0PA3I/AAAAAAAACl0/LjXQwMHXgv4/s220/no_3d_01a_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTsbMEx3trY/TXLVSygvDoI/AAAAAAAAB7E/OBdkE7r2X1I/s72-c/makingof-rockanrose_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-4231290446122570582</id><published>2011-03-03T23:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:16:30.292Z</updated><title type='text'>NATIONAL HEALTH SERVICE (NHS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5482339376/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5100/5482339376_2b774fd61c.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5482339376/"&gt;NATIONAL HEALTH SERVICE (NHS)&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unnecessary complexity, chaos, financial woe and a gradual erosion are all symptoms of a sick NHS in the UK. However, most of us who reside in the UK already know this, so I opted for a more subtle conceptual approach that can be compared to a mechanism of infinite complexity, that cannot do the job that it was originally created to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attempted to address abitrariness and the intrinsic nature of the NHS to British culture/society, both conceptually and actually. I won't expand on these ideas any further in written form, because the perception of the viewer is intrinsic to the arts, particularly to abstract art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of inserting text into the already complex visual forms, was to attempt to render the text partially unreadable and to partially cohere text with the visual forms. Some words retain an identity seperate from the visual forms and "shout out" phrases, some that appear to be abitrary and others, such as "Whistleblow" "Car Crash" "Corporate" and "illegal" that have a direct relevence to the overriding concept of the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-4231290446122570582?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4231290446122570582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=4231290446122570582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4231290446122570582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4231290446122570582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/03/national-health-service-nhs.html' title='NATIONAL HEALTH SERVICE (NHS)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5100/5482339376_2b774fd61c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-3297922196943546255</id><published>2011-01-22T16:55:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:09:18.167Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyper-real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon Harris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postmodernism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>4 (back/fore)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt; 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quest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pour do car &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;glo&lt;/span&gt; seek sin &lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt; ed. proof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;car jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Car k k k &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chakra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a la per &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;favore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cultus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;accompli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;desense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;seperate&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ici&lt;/span&gt; la'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; is shite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If, like me an app. is work then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you are a powerful subjectivity ought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to be caught counting remedies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arbitrary and implicitly stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a trace of potency by proxy (policy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shards of the Western empire (defines)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like an insane history reeling (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;humanness&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;before your eyes (fearfully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Counter-slippage, your body its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;resonant subjectivity, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;animalistic&lt;/span&gt; beauty and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a crime of movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;resolves democracy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;powerful and beautiful you confine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;such personal activities to the Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and espouse its freedoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as corporeal yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;slippage contracts by spaces improbable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;money is driven and is parried by the actual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your finger is free by a lonely individuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to touch your vagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and by this intense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a sex for the sexless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-3297922196943546255?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3297922196943546255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=3297922196943546255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3297922196943546255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3297922196943546255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-backfore.html' title='4 (back/fore)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-3776683445299749646</id><published>2011-01-22T15:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:06:09.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Red Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5375899803/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5202/5375899803_c5a0c147fd.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5375899803/"&gt;Red Red&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to Julie (Xstockx) for allowing me to use her beautiful photos in this picture :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http//xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-3776683445299749646?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3776683445299749646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=3776683445299749646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3776683445299749646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3776683445299749646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/01/red-red.html' title='Red Red'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5202/5375899803_c5a0c147fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8908569885068480795</id><published>2011-01-22T00:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T00:40:38.369Z</updated><title type='text'>A Moments Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5349889176/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5244/5349889176_9c6e7bb11f.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5349889176/"&gt;A Moments Sleep&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abstract Digital Art :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8908569885068480795?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8908569885068480795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8908569885068480795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8908569885068480795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8908569885068480795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/01/moments-sleep.html' title='A Moments Sleep'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5244/5349889176_9c6e7bb11f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-9145251591634310445</id><published>2011-01-02T12:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T12:18:56.149Z</updated><title type='text'>happy and healthy 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4Et8kH55fQ/TSBsDi1fGXI/AAAAAAAACoI/xTt4LCF7Fn0/s1600/2011nieuwjaar.jpg" target="_blank" title="happy and healthy 2011" onBlur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4Et8kH55fQ/TSBsDi1fGXI/AAAAAAAACoI/xTt4LCF7Fn0/s400/2011nieuwjaar.jpg" title="happy and healthy 2011" alt="happy and healthy 2011" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557560748321741170" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557560748321741170" border="0" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;als |&lt;br /&gt;ik de |&lt;br /&gt;macht zou hebben |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan |&lt;br /&gt;zou ik |&lt;br /&gt;jou geluk geven |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ik |&lt;br /&gt;heb die |&lt;br /&gt;macht gelukkig niet |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daarom |&lt;br /&gt;wens ik |&lt;br /&gt;jou dat geluk |&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td&gt;if&lt;br /&gt;i wielded&lt;br /&gt;the one power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;i would&lt;br /&gt;give you happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily&lt;br /&gt;i don't&lt;br /&gt;have that power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;i wish&lt;br /&gt;you that happiness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-9145251591634310445?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/9145251591634310445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=9145251591634310445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/9145251591634310445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/9145251591634310445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-and-healthy-2011.html' title='happy and healthy 2011'/><author><name>ed schenk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212191706388279614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y98/DreamingInNeon/inner-circle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4Et8kH55fQ/TSBsDi1fGXI/AAAAAAAACoI/xTt4LCF7Fn0/s72-c/2011nieuwjaar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5368761077697058545</id><published>2011-01-01T19:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:12:02.028Z</updated><title type='text'>Trace 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5312176149/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5084/5312176149_98251fcf63.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5312176149/"&gt;Trace 2&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to Julie (XstockX) for letting me use her photos in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xstockx.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-5368761077697058545?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5368761077697058545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=5368761077697058545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5368761077697058545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5368761077697058545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2011/01/trace-2.html' title='Trace 2'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5084/5312176149_98251fcf63_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-3085911687597333398</id><published>2010-12-28T00:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:53:58.179Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love triangle singer nudist dreaming  guitar  song rock  no para innita'/><title type='text'>Love Triangle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TRkzdN2bVFI/AAAAAAAABxY/SMgaEAmdu4Q/s1600/guitar-love-triangle2_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TRkzdN2bVFI/AAAAAAAABxY/SMgaEAmdu4Q/s400/guitar-love-triangle2_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555528192365384786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157625285864648"&gt;Triangular&lt;/a&gt;, 63. Guitar Love Triangle, 2.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, December 27, 2010. &lt;br /&gt;London, Uk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;“My world since Tuesday, August 31, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4944612104/in/set-72157624631506142/"&gt;My beloved biologist  sacrificed our company&lt;/a&gt; so that both could survive. Since then, we live in a bizarre love triangle. My loneliness is the symmetry's axis that leaves a bad taste. My love: Where am I in the world that you move? Where am I in the world in which you draw me?&lt;/i&gt; - Innita para No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;“Mi mundo desde el martes, 31 de agosto de 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4944612104/in/set-72157624631506142/"&gt;Mi amada bióloga sacrificó nuestra compañía&lt;/a&gt; para que ambas pudiéramos sobrevivir. Vivimos un extraño triángulo amoroso. Mi soledad es el eje de la simetría que deja mal sabor. Mi amor, ¿Dónde estoy yo en el mundo al que te desplazaste? ¿dónde estoy yo en el mundo en que me dibujas?”&lt;/i&gt;  - Innita Para No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuará ..... &lt;br /&gt;to be continued ..... &lt;br /&gt;à suivre .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-3085911687597333398?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3085911687597333398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=3085911687597333398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3085911687597333398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3085911687597333398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-triangle.html' title='Love Triangle.'/><author><name>No para Innita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735055279896101010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xN8aFH3CB4/Tj1_yz0PA3I/AAAAAAAACl0/LjXQwMHXgv4/s220/no_3d_01a_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TRkzdN2bVFI/AAAAAAAABxY/SMgaEAmdu4Q/s72-c/guitar-love-triangle2_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1740951444746673247</id><published>2010-12-24T17:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T01:06:55.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Mathematical Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5288376596/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5169/5288376596_da0da27fae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5288376596/"&gt;Mathematical Skies&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wishing all readers and contributers to "SayingSomething" a great Christmas and a Happy New Year!!  :-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1740951444746673247?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1740951444746673247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1740951444746673247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1740951444746673247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1740951444746673247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/12/mathematical-skies.html' title='Mathematical Skies'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5169/5288376596_da0da27fae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-2005295825115002600</id><published>2010-12-11T23:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:18:18.179Z</updated><title type='text'>Danse de la Vie Danse de la Mort Danse de Naissance Danse de Combat (Le
Danse du Tout)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5251689254/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5050/5251689254_740da6f91e.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5251689254/"&gt;Danse de la Vie Danse de la Mort Danse de Naissance Danse de Combat (Le Danse du Tout)&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to XstockX (Julie) for allowing me to use her fantastic photo in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;The image of Julie is layered with photos of the sky, that I took November 2010. And much editing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title inspired by conversations with Solea&lt;br /&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/solea/5209514594/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-2005295825115002600?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2005295825115002600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=2005295825115002600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2005295825115002600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2005295825115002600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/12/danse-de-la-vie-danse-de-la-mort-danse.html' title='Danse de la Vie Danse de la Mort Danse de Naissance Danse de Combat (Le&#xA;Danse du Tout)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5050/5251689254_740da6f91e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-2155642745044638865</id><published>2010-12-03T21:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:07:24.125Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/3356937516/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3544/3356937516_b91a31d514.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/3356937516/"&gt;Sleep&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-2155642745044638865?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2155642745044638865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=2155642745044638865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2155642745044638865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2155642745044638865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3544/3356937516_b91a31d514_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-664424118155119944</id><published>2010-11-29T15:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:15:03.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5218049944/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5247/5218049944_0df4ce144f.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5218049944/"&gt;Winter Sunset&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cold Cold Cold!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-664424118155119944?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/664424118155119944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=664424118155119944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/664424118155119944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/664424118155119944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-sunset.html' title='Winter Sunset'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5247/5218049944_0df4ce144f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1725679031145959554</id><published>2010-11-28T00:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:24:48.014Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;no para innita&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rockanrose Innita 2011'/><title type='text'>Innita: Rockanrose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TQ6UKtRK7GI/AAAAAAAABwk/BTDR5m1i7RU/s1600/rockanrose_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TQ6UKtRK7GI/AAAAAAAABwk/BTDR5m1i7RU/s400/rockanrose_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552538302265617506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Innita's &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157624128556055/"&gt;Rockanrose&lt;/a&gt; cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157625285864648"&gt;Triangular&lt;/a&gt;, 19. Story repeats herself, 3.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, November 27, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;London, UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innita &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/5185986891"&gt;re-haciendo su sesión de fotos&lt;/a&gt; y, esta vez sí  oficialmente, dando públicamente la portada de su álbum para el 2011, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157624128556055/"&gt;Rockanrose&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innita &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/5185986891"&gt;re-doing her photo sessions&lt;/a&gt; and, this time officially, giving publicly the cover of  her 2011 album, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157624128556055/"&gt;Rockanrose&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innita &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/5185986891"&gt;refaire la photo-séance&lt;/a&gt; et, cette fois officiellement, publiquement faire la couverture de sa album pour 2011, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157624128556055/"&gt;Rockanrose&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuará ..... &lt;br /&gt;to be continued ..... &lt;br /&gt;à suivre .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1725679031145959554?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1725679031145959554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1725679031145959554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1725679031145959554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1725679031145959554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/11/innita-rockanrose.html' title='Innita: Rockanrose'/><author><name>No para Innita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735055279896101010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xN8aFH3CB4/Tj1_yz0PA3I/AAAAAAAACl0/LjXQwMHXgv4/s220/no_3d_01a_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TQ6UKtRK7GI/AAAAAAAABwk/BTDR5m1i7RU/s72-c/rockanrose_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-2996127541378061431</id><published>2010-11-27T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:12:33.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Electric Counterpoint by Steve Reich (Mvt 1 performed live by Richard Du...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ApI_JkoR_fI?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-2996127541378061431?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2996127541378061431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=2996127541378061431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2996127541378061431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2996127541378061431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/11/electric-counterpoint-by-steve-reich.html' title='Electric Counterpoint by Steve Reich (Mvt 1 performed live by Richard Du...'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ApI_JkoR_fI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8518173059467880618</id><published>2010-11-27T15:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:40:22.664Z</updated><title type='text'>Pat Metheny &amp; Le Jazz Ballet of Montreal 1988 - Movement 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-QArWDeIo-4?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ideal of Jazz dance and the musical genius of Pat Metheny. &lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8518173059467880618?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8518173059467880618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8518173059467880618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8518173059467880618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8518173059467880618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/11/pat-metheny-le-jazz-ballet-of-montreal.html' title='Pat Metheny &amp; Le Jazz Ballet of Montreal 1988 - Movement 1'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-QArWDeIo-4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-7235127875634987932</id><published>2010-11-26T15:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:52:14.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Vortices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5209364110/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5209364110_395381f569.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5209364110/"&gt;Jazz Vortices&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to XstockX for alowg me to use her photo in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-7235127875634987932?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7235127875634987932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=7235127875634987932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7235127875634987932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7235127875634987932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/11/jazz-vortices.html' title='Jazz Vortices'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4106/5209364110_395381f569_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-2848180874555982505</id><published>2010-11-20T15:31:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:53:00.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Fucky Fucky 2 (And other Stories)</title><content type='html'>The key for the vagina the truth&lt;br /&gt;is an outwardly Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's child is outside the box&lt;br /&gt;that porn decries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by art decides this equilibrium,&lt;br /&gt;a stasis of procreation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henceforth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; numeral the clitoral&lt;br /&gt;infamy of self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me, Notice me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fuck with a pseudonym&lt;br /&gt;living insight, &lt;em&gt;a flesh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a parody of paradoxes&lt;br /&gt;a limpet clinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a virtual rock, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;legato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;page, an art&lt;br /&gt;we live within its flat, flat&lt;br /&gt;canvas. Inhale the intrinsic nothingness&lt;br /&gt;that's imprecise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her breasts are mechanical,&lt;br /&gt;beautiful clouds in pierced (monotony)&lt;br /&gt;overkill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;to rumble&lt;/span&gt; the awful (regional)&lt;br /&gt;erection, not vetted (stasis)&lt;br /&gt;but non &lt;em&gt;concrete&lt;/em&gt; (pebbles &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blokish&lt;/span&gt; perimeters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by chance or a Governmental splendour)&lt;br /&gt;this miasma &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(globalising inference)&lt;br /&gt;or compliance (notice the political reference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;macarbre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;naissance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; combat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sing the song of doing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen!&lt;/em&gt; E&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coutez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;d'amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her heartbeat faster&lt;br /&gt;faster fasting, like a machine&lt;br /&gt;when the music's over&lt;br /&gt;our heartbeats meet across&lt;br /&gt;the divide of the unfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;and the famous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-2848180874555982505?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2848180874555982505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=2848180874555982505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2848180874555982505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2848180874555982505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/11/key-for-vagina-truth-is-outwardly.html' title='Fucky Fucky 2 (And other Stories)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-6524251020896240777</id><published>2010-11-20T15:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:58:16.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Fucky Fucky (And other Stories)</title><content type='html'>Fucking the Winter sky line&lt;br /&gt;bluebells coarse in fields&lt;br /&gt;winter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rummaging&lt;/span&gt; in you pants&lt;br /&gt;like velvet amongst snow drifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man is a fable and&lt;br /&gt;crosses the scene like garbage cans,&lt;br /&gt;littered petunias comforted&lt;br /&gt;by choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoes, pebbles &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blokish&lt;/span&gt; perimeters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fields&lt;/span&gt; the sky ascends broken meters&lt;br /&gt;climbing parched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Incessant&lt;/span&gt; motion moved by truth&lt;br /&gt;awful and insistent floating&lt;br /&gt;intent anguish and skies (foraging)&lt;br /&gt;in asymmetric oddity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a Governmental splendour&lt;br /&gt;the rash of incest.&lt;br /&gt;and, Whence by this is t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it automatically assumes its opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or juxtaposed by chance, dance&lt;br /&gt;romance, lust or its opposition&lt;br /&gt;if it escalates I'd presume&lt;br /&gt;that I'd be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amazed&lt;/span&gt; if they'd&lt;br /&gt;put glass in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foetus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-6524251020896240777?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6524251020896240777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=6524251020896240777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/6524251020896240777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/6524251020896240777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/11/fucking-winter-sky-line-bluebells.html' title='Fucky Fucky (And other Stories)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8515952675185703034</id><published>2010-11-14T18:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:15:34.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Woman with Lines and Colour 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5175647452/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5175647452_14304b3255.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5175647452/"&gt;Woman with Lines and Colour 2&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;f***ing the Winter sky line&lt;br /&gt;bluebells coarse in fields&lt;br /&gt;Winter rummaging in your pants&lt;br /&gt;like velvet amongst snow drifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is a fable and&lt;br /&gt;crosses the scene like garbage cans&lt;br /&gt;littered petunias comforted&lt;br /&gt;by choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes, pebbles blokeish perimeters&lt;br /&gt;fields the sky ascends broken meters&lt;br /&gt;climbing parched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incessant motion moved by truth&lt;br /&gt;awful and insistent floating&lt;br /&gt;intent anguish and skies&lt;br /&gt;in asymmetric odditty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a governmental splendour&lt;br /&gt;the rash of incest&lt;br /&gt;And, whence by this truth&lt;br /&gt;it automatically assumes its opposite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or juxtaposed by chance, dance, &lt;br /&gt;romance, lust or its opposite&lt;br /&gt;if it escalated I'd presume&lt;br /&gt;that I'd be amazed if they'd&lt;br /&gt;put glass in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feotus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text is an excerpt from a recent poem by the artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to XstockX (Julie) for letting me use her photograph in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8515952675185703034?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8515952675185703034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8515952675185703034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8515952675185703034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8515952675185703034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/11/woman-with-lines-and-colour-2.html' title='Woman with Lines and Colour 2'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4144/5175647452_14304b3255_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-4298015126248026820</id><published>2010-11-07T19:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:56:47.461Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;no para innita&quot;'/><title type='text'>STYLO DC: No para Innita, interview, october 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TNcBOtA3nxI/AAAAAAAABtQ/S_rmGXsKbaE/s1600/stylo_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TNcBOtA3nxI/AAAAAAAABtQ/S_rmGXsKbaE/s400/stylo_09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536895618988351250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TNcA9m_JSXI/AAAAAAAABtI/TH4CPTmwcfs/s1600/stylo_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TNcA9m_JSXI/AAAAAAAABtI/TH4CPTmwcfs/s400/stylo_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536895325312731506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, October 24, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stylodc.com/index.php/arte/artista/367-no-para-innita.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;No para Innita, interview Stylo D.C - Spanish version &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROKEN ENGLISH TRANSLATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO PARA INNITA" has been, for more than 15 years,  filling inspiration by the comic, drawing, music and the arts to his family, friends and more than 4,500 followers of their daily publications in the Flickr  network where you can find different stages of his work and development of his series about Innita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO is his name NO and PARA INNITA his last names  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/3567254264/"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/3567254264/&lt;/a&gt;, NO is not a pseudonym or a nickname and NO also has been using makeup and various styles of masks that hide your face from more than a decade ago and keeping his private life for emphasizing the feminine in his work without his masculine face distract your audience . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO has toured venues such as Bogotá's Rock al Parque III in 1997 by musical performance with his then-band 667, was co-founder of collective producing comics such as TNT, ACME and Tostadora de Cerebros, made more than 7 independent publications among which are :  Virus #1-#6, Sólo Para Cinecrófilos, Luto Blanco Pesebre Negro, Ginotropia -illustrated tale where Innita debuts, "Eco Pop, hermafroCita and Jesu Cristina, and managed, curated and participated in numerous exhibitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, tell us a little about your initiation into the world of the Illustration? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess that I never really considered an illustrator, the term itself seems ambiguous and often reluctant to it, except it is a convention I use to explain what I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reluctance is due precisely to my beginnings. My love for drawing started with comics. From my childhood I have been fascinated by stories with images, as Carroll's Alice. At that time, drawing on sheets of notebook that became stapled and whose protagonists were superhero comics based on cartoons and toys that I saw I had, with names like "Super Zancudo", "Yaguar", "Pambelito" and a boxer puppy named “Boty”. And today, it continues in me, the basis of my work is narrative, and that is why we combine drawings -my individual work- and music -collective work-, as a fundamental part of my stories. And surely I will expand in the long term, to sculpture and theater. That's why I know I do not move much in the world of illustration as such, I have never dipped a long time in the editorial and advertising illustration, it has been just phases, not a constant. I try to apply my drawing to my stories and characters, rather than to illustrate in the aforementioned media. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What influences or favorite artists have you had? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my childhood were Mauricio de Sousa, André Franquin and Francisco Ibáñez, family-comics authors. Then I met the work of "Les Humanoids Associés”, French collective of adults comics which  were enlightened  for the erotic ingredient of my work. Currently, my influence is amateur photography that can be found in blogs and similar. But my favorite artists "of all time" focus on the painting, such as William-Adolphe Bouguereau, William Turner, Sandro Botticelli, Gustav Klimt and Alphonse Mucha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some memories of Jesus Cristina starting this decade, what happened to her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesucristina was the result of my passionate liking for music and content of Marilyn Manson in the second half of the 90s. A couple of years, I reinvented her as a child who is crucified at the end of World War III: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157606568371214/"&gt; www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157606568371214/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the history of Innita you has lasted over two years creating it narratively and visually. Tell us a little about her origin and the different stages that emerged during the course of history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innita was visual poetry about my ideal woman since 1998-the year in which the invented her- until 2005, although I make her absent during 2002-2003 because I felt Innita was something emotionally intimate I had to protect from the public. Two years later, at a time in 2005, I thought and realized that this gesture of been her hidden was actually quite corny and weak, and then I decided to do just the opposite: to make her my main character, starring and icon, something like Mickey Mouse was to Walt Disney. Ending 2005 I started then with a few sketches of comics without text, which Innita still had that ghostly look of weightless and airy woman; the idea was to make fantasy comedy, incorporating real characters in my life, friends, acuantiend, at the time, initial stage was the office where I worked, but it was the dye real time narrative still use. It was only starting in 2008 when I decided to give the character of virtual character: Innita is a singer born in Santa Marta, on Saturday March 5, 1988. . . . . I even did her astral chart and everything, hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It is amazing all the work you do narrative with each of your characters and especially Innita who has also experienced several stages of musical composition ... &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=620541118#!/discography/?id=39691657444" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=620541118#!/discography/?...&lt;/a&gt; Tell us a little about that process and who have collaborated in this production? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collective project of Innita starting in 2005, and my idea from the beginning has been for me  to making every lyric and glimpse the musical style, and to leave the realization of each song to various musicians. That year I started the project with Fabian Torres, “La Comodidad de Planear el Divorcio desde la Noche de Bodas” -The Comfort of planning a divorce from the wedding night-, the first track of the first Innita Ep. Alejandro Jaramillo later composed the piano ballad "No para Innita", and also  "Telegance" under a tune of the vocals that I wrote in 2000, demo version with vocalist Viviana Mayor. Later, musical progress is casual, except the song "Innita," -1906 version- which comes in Pecha Kucha 3 with the voices of Valeria Castro and Esmeralda  Bolhuis as a duo, consisting almost entirely by Nicolás Ulloa, who also composed " Vampirama "and" Mozart Was a Lesbian ", all of this in 2007. In 2009 Esteban Martinez undoubtedly become the main songwriter, who has been collaborated with 62 tracks, with only 2 of them sung by Nathalie Martinez and Camila Currea. The huge amount of demos is asymmetrically unbalanced by the lack of a stable vocalist to complete. To hear some of the demo versions: &lt;a href="http://www.jango.com/music/innita" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.jango.com/music/innita&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to some drawings of the series on Flickr, it seems that Innita series has ended ... Right? What are you preparing for 2011? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Innita series has not ended, quite the contrary, is in a slow countdown to "Rockanrose", Innita fifth album, which is preparing for 2011. Innita's history – and of my every other characters- is told in real time, and now she is in a state of introspection, having canceled his tour and isolated from public view, following the outcome of "Nemesis" ( &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157624631506142"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157624631506142&lt;/a&gt; ), where she and No, her fiancee, are separate in different radial worlds, Tuesday 31 August, -3 weeks before their wedding, obviously canceled. Notable changes of Innita´s life follow in the antechamber for Rockanrose, being the most recently  the  friendly departure of the 2 older members of her band live, officially announced on Sunday October 17:  http:/ / &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/5091723521/in/set-72157624946111063"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/5091723521/in/set-7215...&lt;/a&gt; . The next chapter to "Hallowteen," which ends this October 31 is "Triangular", an event that takes place in the months of November and December 2010 and January 2011, whose plot involves a love triangle in the three radial worlds where unfolds the story of Innita and No:  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4293384669/in/set-72157622329782205//in/set-72157622329782205/"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4293384669/in/set-7215...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we dream about people or situations that are suddenly as calls that materialize in real life ... is something like the radial world is about? Where does the concept of the Worlds radio? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept is somewhat similar to what you said, in that they are longing-or nightmares-that materialize, but not as individual dreams that seem to anticipate the coming of people or events in "this" world we perceive, but they materialize in a whole new world to be dreams woven collectively. The concept of Radial worlds is my personal update to what is commonly referred to as parallel worlds. Radial worlds are worlds where everything exists, divided precisely by the different possible forms of collective materializations. The feature of the radial worlds radio is that people and creatures that inhabit them feel that their respective world is their material reality. To explain better, I will describe in short the 3 worlds I use in my story about Innita. The first is the supra-reality, the dream world is where: 99% of the world population is vegan, eating meat or drinking dairy is illegal except in Amsterdam and Bern, the problem of drug use and traffic is non-existent except for a few outbreaks of alcoholism; air pollution is very low; and the last major international act of war was the bombing of Hiroshima; a world where humanity has learned its lesson about the impact of technology on both humans and other animals and plants; then, this is the dream world of vegan straight edge, and that's where the adventures of Innita happens as she being pink Rocker nudist. The second radial world is this, as we perceive it, where Barack Obama is U.S. president, and "TRON Legacy" will be released in December now; I call it Apparent Reality, and is the collective dream of omnivores and vegetarians who do not want changes so radical that upset them too much of their daily and individual lifestyle; this is where I'm a lesbian with male body and my  Innita  doesn't have pink the iris of her eyes nor freckles in the shape of stars. The third one is the Sub-reality in which World War III happened in 2006, and happens World War IV -which I call "RAW WAR"- under a destroyed ozone layer, constantly bleeding   in scarlet rains, where humans mutated into vampires, minotaurs and zombies, and all are afraid of the sun: it's the nightmare come true for all beings on this planet, in that radial world is where I'm currently trapped as that glass-wearing biologist of my drawings. Another radial world outside these 3, which obviously I do not handle copyright (hehe) is  where there would be Wonder Woman, Batman and Superman,  also existing Themyscira, Gotham City and Metropolis, respectively. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You created the concept of Menorrealismo ... Please explain, what is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March 2008, because of accidentally know the term "Situationism", and mixed with my liking for the works and as such the word "Surrealism" led me to wonder how I would define what I was doing the last 10 years with my work. Already in 1998 I had self-defined as "ginotropia", ie  my fenicentric lifestyle, so I wanted to define my job into my lifestyle. It had nothing to do with political and social struggle as is the situationist, nor with the aesthetic and literary approach of surrealism - my material of use in my work was the questioning of reality itself. What I had been expressing and producing was the result of my deep dissatisfaction with reality. My way to "improve" my life in the reality was consciously  escaping of it, to unrealities for slow down reality in my daily life. But it would not with substance or with nostalgia for social revolution nor creed. So I see in art the best substitute for drugs and utopian hopes for social or spiritual paradises. For me, the basic difference of the art versus altered states generated by drugs, or the illusion of social or religious revolt, is that art is self-conscious of its own fantasy. For me, art is the journey, not a messianic destiny. Art as a creative act of everyday unreality to lessen reality: This is the Menorrealismo. The first 2 Menorrealista letters give more details:  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157622329782205"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157622329782205&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of your work can be reviewed in the network, there are texts on blogspot where we can find parts of the series &lt;a href="http://www.innita.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.innita.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; , most of your production have posted on flickr  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita&lt;/a&gt;  and facebook where Innita group also has      &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/innita.para.no" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.facebook.com/innita.para.no&lt;/a&gt; . Tell us how you have been away from print and take advantage of the versatility of the virtual environment and how it was received and follow the series? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Internet public behaves mostly pleasant, restless and curious, with more and more questions, since I'm doing that the events of my characters -in particular those about Innita- go more frequently. My main network is Flickr , I signed in 2005 but only since December 2006 is when I  begin to manage it, the experience is rewarding as it inspires me to keep the discipline of new drawings and texts published almost daily. My notebook is open to the public. And soon the exercise of this notebook will give birth to a new site which will follow the daily life of Innita, written by herself, is her official site, in due course give to know the link and the same for caracteríticas you can visit. The Experience in Facebook  about Innita's profile is more anecdotal than about presence, but still has the advantage of manifesting as a person in the same level as the others. "Defictionalization" is the term that implies becoming real a work that is cited in a fictional universe, which in the case of Innita are the 59 demos on the Jango's link I aforementioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you thought about making a printed publication on Innita, will there be a display in the real world ... it is, outside internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course, the Internet is a fundamental means, is the axis, the stem from which emerge several branches. "Rockanrose" will be not only the Innita's fifth album, but also her second literary work -being "Rome" the first one-, which is an experimental short novel, as it is conceived as a mixture of novel, poetry, essays, theater script and journalistic chronicle; my idea is to publish it in printed book form, and adapt and mount it as stage work. I have little time writing it, so it will take some time to being out. And musically, the idea is to arrange a Innita's live band, for rock shows with theatrical tinge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending, I want you to tell us a little about your lifestyle, we know that is a bit radical ... that you are part of a stream called Straight Edge and also itemize each food that you consume and you're vegan but at certain times only eat fruits. Tell us a little about this vision and way of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing a bit with a previous question, the Straight Edge, which is the voluntary and total abstinence of alcohol, tobacco and other drugs, is part of Menorrealismo in the sense that  producing of  Menorrealist works are made in sobriety. There is still a great myth that crative states derive almost necessarily from induced-drug-altered states. "did you smoke green?" Is the eternal joke, not only against strange behavior but against eccentric artworks. I think that artists addicted to these stimulants do not produce their works because of the drugs, but despite of it. On the other hand, veganism is for me the most sincere and practical case against helping other beings. I can not say what defines an anarchist, or communist, for example, it's very ambiguous because the way they carry their ideas into daily practice; however veganism is simply a rejection of all animal product consumption. Veganism is not an academic ideology, is an everyday act. Many people criticize veganism because although it saves animals, yet it consumes plants. Let me illustrate with an example my reply: "If in a fire, 6 beings trapped there are about to suffer and die, and I can rescue a 4 instead of 2, it is always better althought  I can not save the 6." If we had no digestive system, so there would be no need to eat plants. As for my experiment with the fruit, it was because me practicing fruitarianism, it is, naturalist raw food vegan diet based in fruits and vegetables without being processed by cooking, to maintain its nutritional value to 100% as other animals eat them . I held for 6 months a fruitarian diet, but in my case, my difficulty in maintaining it was because I personally feel that to experience full and constante benefits is preferable to obtain organically grown food that you care, to have a rural lifestyle rather than urban , and to live almost entirely out of touch with the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, has been great to talk to you, again thanks for sharing with us. A big hug from STYLODC and congratulations for your work !!!!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much to you Paola, and all of you in STYLODC for the invitation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-4298015126248026820?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4298015126248026820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=4298015126248026820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4298015126248026820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4298015126248026820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/11/lecturas-dominicales-no-para-innita.html' title='STYLO DC: No para Innita, interview, october 2010.'/><author><name>No para Innita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735055279896101010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xN8aFH3CB4/Tj1_yz0PA3I/AAAAAAAACl0/LjXQwMHXgv4/s220/no_3d_01a_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TNcBOtA3nxI/AAAAAAAABtQ/S_rmGXsKbaE/s72-c/stylo_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1705074544324691725</id><published>2010-10-30T23:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:24:38.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5129301757/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/5129301757_903ebffa76.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/5129301757/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to XstockX for allowing me to use her photo in this image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1705074544324691725?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1705074544324691725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1705074544324691725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1705074544324691725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1705074544324691725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/5129301757_903ebffa76_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8840771537451866622</id><published>2010-10-12T13:34:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:49:17.779+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commerce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtual reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living solutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capitalism'/><title type='text'>Living Solutions</title><content type='html'>I am now officially living in an advert. Unfortunately, for those of you who can't keep up with the development of technology, I don't have time to explain. Time is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;monetary&lt;/span&gt; factor and lateness or perceived lateness becomes a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; to irony", resulting in system exclusion (or having no fixed abode). If I don't live in the advert for 10 hours a day I am homeless. 2 strikes and you're out!&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I live in rather a remarkable advert in the way that it makes no sense to the consumer. Traditionally, adverts had some clarity about what they were trying to sell, so people could recognise the product and buy it. This is the beginning of paying for advertising, not just renting a space to live but a kind of tax to fund Capitalism or "life solutions" as it is rapidly becoming known.&lt;br /&gt;Not requiring a physical space to live in does cut costs and cuts down on prison inmates, but, although &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fair play&lt;/span&gt;, it does sometimes feel less absorbing than 4 walls! The advert I live in, although rather amateurish from a programming point of view, is laced with symbols of independence and freedom. Democracy is often evoked through an owl.&lt;br /&gt;The paradox (not irony, which implies pragmatism) is that many people still live in flats and houses. Although this is becoming indistinguishable from "living solutions", the problems with administration and physical space should be addressed and full compliance reached, or we will face huge litigation, even on a perceived basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge face of a founder-market-leader on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascia&lt;/span&gt; of the advert, constantly in view of the paying public. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; we know that the art of the past is being honoured, through the depiction of gods, goddesses and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;demi&lt;/span&gt;-gods through creative mechanisms.&lt;br /&gt;I often remark, although with some hesitance now, that 10 years ago the whole notion of living within a virtual space would have seemed absurd. However, absurdity is the mother of all invention (rather than necessity, which is absurd) and virtual living spaces or rather, living solutions, have dramatically cut costs to advertising and commerce.&lt;br /&gt;I feel fully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;functionable&lt;/span&gt; and have managed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;compliancy&lt;/span&gt;, despite 2 late payments for my education and 1 to a dating agency. This is also an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;achievement&lt;/span&gt;, considering that my parents are under the "living solutions &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eligibility&lt;/span&gt; compliance threshold", having squandered money on physical holidays abroad and a lack of potential earnings, due to my Mother leaving education before her Masters.&lt;br /&gt;I say "fully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;functionable&lt;/span&gt;" because originally there were concerns that those who lived in virtual spaces would lose basic functioning such as life-skills, social skills, and motor abilities. Some still had notions such as mental illness and anxiety and depression! Of course, psychotic disorders were proved to be a symptom of a public-funded economy. However, none of the above were cost-effective, so, naturally were ruled out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8840771537451866622?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8840771537451866622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8840771537451866622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8840771537451866622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8840771537451866622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-now-officially-living-in-advert.html' title='Living Solutions'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5139868805488846839</id><published>2010-10-02T23:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:30:17.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem 23/09/2010 (This Portal)</title><content type='html'>This portal from one town to&lt;br /&gt;another, from one culture to&lt;br /&gt;another shouldn't be a faceless&lt;br /&gt;car on a neglected road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a worm-hole in a plastic world&lt;br /&gt;a black hole, a stargate, a&lt;br /&gt;manoeuvre shouldn't kiss our cities&lt;br /&gt;like a timeless trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Facebook page, a cure for Cancer&lt;br /&gt;we shouldn't be neglected like this;&lt;br /&gt;a shortage of housing, a reflection in a&lt;br /&gt;television screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should say &lt;em&gt;bom dia&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;bon voyage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a handshake here a pat on the back, a&lt;br /&gt;caress, a hug and eyes that&lt;br /&gt;met across heated floors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should wend their way back to television&lt;br /&gt;screens, for this, 25 minutes to Solihull&lt;br /&gt;by a route that seems never invented&lt;br /&gt;is the blink of an eye in a Sat Nav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screen that decries the woodland that&lt;br /&gt;I pass in flurries, the poverty and drugs&lt;br /&gt;and illness that is measured digitally&lt;br /&gt;symbiotically, economically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This portal is faster still, a land&lt;br /&gt;my home that I do not recognise&lt;br /&gt;buildings empty, half built&lt;br /&gt;like a friend, misanthropically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather forget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-5139868805488846839?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5139868805488846839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=5139868805488846839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5139868805488846839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5139868805488846839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/10/poem-23092010-this-portal.html' title='Poem 23/09/2010 (This Portal)'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1339643238260496718</id><published>2010-09-12T16:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:49:11.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shobana Jeyasingh Dance Company 'Faultline'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/vYhj_TboNOk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYhj_TboNOk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYhj_TboNOk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brilliance of the choreographer, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shobana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeyasingh&lt;/span&gt; should not go unnoticed. My review &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be short as I have dental problems and I get sick and tired of trying to explain the importance of certain art works to an audience who don't really give a toss! However, there are those that appreciate high levels of creativity and attempts to comprehend art works in greater detail, and I write for these people as well as for my own pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, briefly, I believe it is important to acknowledge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeyasingh's&lt;/span&gt; insight into multiculturalism. Multiculturalism and globalisation (by this I mean the meshing of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;global&lt;/span&gt; cultures as well as economic, intellectual ((sic)), political and other "cultural" phenomena) are today's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;avant&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;garde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeyasingh&lt;/span&gt; and her dancers reveal the choreographer's comprehension of the current state of intellectual and cultural disparity, that is gradually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cohesing&lt;/span&gt; and altering our comprehension of ourselves and the way that we interact with each other. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeyasingh&lt;/span&gt; manages to convey this highly complex and uncertain contemporary experience, through a marvelous fluidity of movement and breath taking subtlety. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeyasingh's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;choreography&lt;/span&gt; merges (principally) Indian, classical dance forms with Western dance forms. However, when watching her dance &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt; you realise that her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;comprehension&lt;/span&gt; of dance (as a metaphor for cultural disparity and exchange)  is highly erudite, mixing Jazz, Contemporary, Ballet and street styles with Indian dance. The Indian dance is most important in the sense that it acts &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;contrapuntally&lt;/span&gt; to Western styles, largely through hand and facial gestures, iconic, bodily gesture and rhythmic disparity to Western musicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeyasingh's&lt;/span&gt; choreography acts as an antidote to Modernity and Western, Postmodern, societal stasis and historical reflection. It points towards the end of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Post modernity&lt;/span&gt; and the beginning of the next cultural &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;period that&lt;/span&gt; we will experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it is important to note that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeyasingh's&lt;/span&gt; work is accessible and includes popular dance styles and mixes them with styles that are traditionally deemed to be of more merit, artistically. She creates beyond the restrictions of many choreographers and other contemporaneous artists, creating dance that is not confined to established views. In other words, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeyasingh&lt;/span&gt; creates art that does not merely toy with ideas of multiculturalism, globalisation and the consequent societal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;upheaval&lt;/span&gt; that this will bring. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jeyasingh&lt;/span&gt; creates art that genuinely and completely expresses this condition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simon Harris&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1339643238260496718?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1339643238260496718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1339643238260496718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1339643238260496718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1339643238260496718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/09/shobana-jeyasingh-dance-company.html' title='Shobana Jeyasingh Dance Company &apos;Faultline&apos;'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-3885985603764341765</id><published>2010-08-23T14:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:16:38.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSkOMXBy-QE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSkOMXBy-QE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-3885985603764341765?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3885985603764341765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=3885985603764341765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3885985603764341765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3885985603764341765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5930772304341119178</id><published>2010-08-09T22:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:13:11.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Selfridge's Mosaic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/4877043610/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4877043610_bb61eb6eb1.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/4877043610/"&gt;The Selfridge's Mosaic&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mosaic created by overlaying abstract designs with a photograph of the Selfridges building in the Bull Ring, Birmingham UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-5930772304341119178?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5930772304341119178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=5930772304341119178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5930772304341119178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5930772304341119178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/08/selfridge-mosaic.html' title='The Selfridge&amp;#39;s Mosaic'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4082/4877043610_bb61eb6eb1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-3869059744062024348</id><published>2010-08-08T22:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:38:14.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Industry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/4871750521/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4871750521_1003113058.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/4871750521/"&gt;Post Industry&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The photograph of Julie is layered on top of a photograph I took of the Bullring shopping Centre, Birmingham, UK. Other textures were used as well.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this picture evokes ideas regarding capitalism, the "shrine" of the market place (agora), the changing face of the workplace and the potency of advertising. To me, contemporary advertising expresses a repressed need to invent gods and goddesses and to worship "quasi-deities" in a materialistic and capitalist landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to XstockX (Julie) for alowing me to use her excellent photo in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-3869059744062024348?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3869059744062024348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=3869059744062024348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3869059744062024348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3869059744062024348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/08/post-industry.html' title='Post Industry'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4871750521_1003113058_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1211479503788646064</id><published>2010-08-04T20:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T20:25:37.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/4803485830/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4803485830_16e1503404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/4803485830/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you to Xstockx (Julie) for allowing me to use her photograph in this image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xstockx.deviantart.com/"&gt;://xstockx.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1211479503788646064?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1211479503788646064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1211479503788646064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1211479503788646064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1211479503788646064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/08/utitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4803485830_16e1503404_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1085035689222666920</id><published>2010-08-01T06:19:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:00:11.924+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;no para innita&quot; Sebastián Villarreal'/><title type='text'>No para Innita, the Sayingsomething Interview.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TFW1c-XWT6I/AAAAAAAABsE/dPutAKmt1Yw/s1600/noparainnita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TFW1c-XWT6I/AAAAAAAABsE/dPutAKmt1Yw/s200/noparainnita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500502029284822946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita"&gt;No para Innita&lt;/a&gt;, the Sayingsomething Interview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sebastian Villarreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - From what, and / or how did the word &amp;quot;innita&amp;quot;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word “&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157606488035600/"&gt;Innita&lt;/a&gt;”  emerged in 1998 to seek a name, with paper and pencil on a desk, to my wife / partner / girlfriend, my virtual / real love, my infinite &amp;quot;half&amp;quot; feminine who she is with me this or absent: a type of perception a-la “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dhtsH23wmEl" rel="nofollow"&gt;My Heart Will Go On&lt;/a&gt;” -but in lesbian and spatial version. &amp;quot;Innita&amp;quot; was a word invented in an era that began to pay more attention to Russian models in magazines, precisely because a female friend from there. The word &amp;quot;Innita&amp;quot; born inspired in part by &amp;quot;Nikita&amp;quot;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikita" rel="nofollow"&gt;a film&lt;/a&gt; that ironically I have not watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 - On the Flickr’s set called &amp;quot;No Para Innita” I found many photographs entitled “&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157608232536895/"&gt;Casualties of Rawwar&lt;/a&gt;”,  where you are in a bath with the mask, are taken from various angles and positions. Could you explain that it is, or what purpose they have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, in the midst of  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157606491745627/"&gt;World War IV&lt;/a&gt;, my face  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/innita/2959537712/in/set-72157601209109123/"&gt;was disfigured&lt;/a&gt; by a group of zombies attack, leaving open scars that never coagulate. The pads mask protects what remains of my face. While it was an attack on that radial world, it´s a symbol of what the world dominated by omnivorous human species makes invisibly in the life of a vegan person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - What things did not you draw, not because it is difficult if not because you do not like, me for example I find it hard to draw cars is not “my strength” and I do not draw attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree. Apathy is the barrier to almost everything, and therefore the same happens in the drawing. I do not believe in talent, I think constancy as a way to refine the development of the drawing. In my case, I have apathy of drawing almost everything but The Woman. I do not usually get out of what in art called &amp;quot;comfort zone&amp;quot; and do not feel bad. So I am too lazy to draw almost everything else, from architectural or natural settings to objects and similar. And so everything that is not the woman is not inspiringly “my strength”.&amp;quot; However, when it is inevitable, everything else has to be drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Can you mention some Colombian artists you admire and / or appeal to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess that I look more photos than illustrations. Sure there are many Colombian artists that I'm missing, but I like the illustration of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rodez/"&gt;Ródez&lt;/a&gt;  and painting and drawings of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4217971204/"&gt;Rossina Bossio Bossa&lt;/a&gt;. I know them personally; Ródez has been like a &amp;quot;tutor&amp;quot; and Rossinna as a discovery. Maybe that makes me feel close to the work of both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Can you tell me something that bothers you when someone discuss your artwork?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are comments boringly in morbid tone, I delete it. If they are vexations of anonymity, I delete it and block the sender. Fortunately there are not many. In general, my work on flickr gallery is more observed than commented. I very rarely comment on other galleries or answer one at a mine, which may also discourage my public to comment. Several times they prefer to tell via mail or a chat, than leave it as public comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - What events of your childhood make you think did influence your art training?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Favorite color, or one with whom you identify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dress in black, technically this is not a color, and it goes with my name. I also like the rainbow, ie, I don´t have a favorite: it changes from time to time. But if I had to give a list of other colors that I liked, in no order: the emerald green, scarlet red, aqua blue, and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - How do you get such perfect planning of  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4293384669/in/set-72157622329782205/"&gt;the supra-reality, the subreality and apparent reality&lt;/a&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the credit is for the comics I read in my childhood. In the past decade, I knew &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geoff_Johns" rel="nofollow"&gt;Geoff Johnns&lt;/a&gt;,  ’ work, writer of comics that &amp;quot;repaired&amp;quot; with a successful story, the return of Hal Jordan as a Green Lantern. Achievements like these are my inspiration to do everything in the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4834841567/in/set-72157622329782205/"&gt;radial worlds&lt;/a&gt;' sync of my work. It must be said that the “&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4293384669/in/set-72157622329782205/"&gt;Apparent Reality&lt;/a&gt;”&amp;quot;, it is, this dreamed by Omnivores’ world in which we are, is almost zero work that needs to be invented there, it is the world as we see it. In this case, synchronization is more a job as a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Mention a TV cartoon you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see none now, nor repeat chapters of already watched. I think my little consumption of animation is the same thing I see photographs instead of illustrations, as explained above. What I do every day is drawing, then in my &amp;quot;breaks&amp;quot; so I guess I must be turned to other things. For example, about three months I´m seeing again TV series: Lost, Dexter and Breaking Bad have been my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Can you advise something good to serve as inspiration for artwork?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you accept draw exactly what you are asked, as it’s the case, for example, of an advertising agency or similar-atmospheres that I avoid, we must draw from within. The venting and gratitude are my best source of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- A partir de qué, y/o cómo surgió la palabra “Innita”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La palabra “&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157606488035600/"&gt;Innita&lt;/a&gt;” surge en 1998 al buscar un nombre, con papel y lápiz en un escritorio, a mi  esposa/compañera/novia, mi amor virtual/real, mi infinita “media naranja” femenina que me acompaña esté ella presente o ausente: un tipo de percepción del tono “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dhtsH23wmEl" rel="nofollow"&gt;My Heart Will Go On&lt;/a&gt;” - pero en versión lésbica y espacial. “Innita” fue una palabra inventada en una época que empecé a prestar más atención a modelos rusas en revistas, precisamente por una amiga de allá. La palabra “Innita” nace inspirada en parte en “Nikita”, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nikita" rel="nofollow"&gt;la película&lt;/a&gt; que irónicamente no he visto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2- En el álbum “no para innita” de Flickr me topé con muchas fotografías tituladas “&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157608232536895/"&gt;Casualties of Rawwar&lt;/a&gt; ” en las que estás en un baño con la máscara puesta, están tomadas desde varios ángulos y posiciones. ¿Podrías explicarme de que se tratan, o que fin tienen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el 2008, en plena  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157606491745627/"&gt;Cuarta Guerra Mundial&lt;/a&gt;,  mi rostro &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/innita/2959537712/in/set-72157601209109123/"&gt;fue desfigurado&lt;/a&gt; por un ataque colectivo de zombies, dejándome cicatrices abiertas que nunca coagulan. La máscara de toallas femeninas protege lo que queda de mi rostro. A la vez que fue un ataque en ese &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4834841567/in/set-72157622329782205/"&gt;mundo radial&lt;/a&gt;, es un símbolo de lo que el dominante mundo omnívoro de la especie humana hace invisiblemente en la vida de una persona vegan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3- ¿Qué no dibujas?, no porque sea difícil si no porque eso no te gusta, a mí por ejemplo me cuesta dibujar autos, no es mi fuerte y no me llaman la atención.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concuerdo. La apatía es la barrera para casi todo, y por lo tanto sucede igual en el dibujo. No creo en el talento, creo en la constancia como forma de pulir el desarrollo del dibujo. En mi caso, tengo apatía de dibujar por casi todo lo que no es La Mujer. No suelo salirme de lo que en arte llaman “zona de confort” y no me siento mal. Por eso me da pereza dibujar casi todo lo demás: desde escenarios arquitectónicos o naturales hasta objetos y similar. Y por eso todo lo que no es la mujer no es inspiradoramente “mi fuerte”. Sin embargo, cuando es irremediable, pues todo lo otro se dibuja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4- ¿Podrías mencionar algunos artistas Colombianos que admires y/o te llamen la atención?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confieso que miro más fotos que ilustraciones y seguro hay muchos artistas colombianos que me estoy perdiendo, pero me gusta la ilustración de  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rodez/"&gt;Ródez&lt;/a&gt; y  la pintura y dibujo de  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4217971204/"&gt;Rossina Bossio Bossa&lt;/a&gt;. Los conozco personalmente, a Ródez que ha sido como un “tutor” y a Rossinna como un descubrimiento. Tal vez eso me haga sentir cercano el trabajo de ambos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- ¿Me dirías alguna cosa que te moleste cuando comentan tus ilustraciones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando son comentarios de tono aburridamente morboso, los borro. Si son enfados de  anónimo, los borro y bloqueo al remitente. Afortunadamente no son muchos. En general, mi galería de trabajos en flickr es más observada que comentada. Yo mismo casi no comento en otras galerías ni respondo uno a uno en la mía, lo que puede  desanimarlos también a comentar. Varias veces prefieren comentarme por correo o en un chat, que dejarlo como comentario público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- ¿Qué hechos de tu infancia crees que influyeron en tu formación artística? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los cómics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Color favorito, o uno con el que te identifiques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me visto con el color negro, que técnicamente dicho, no es un color, y pues va con mi nombre. Además me gustan los del arco iris, es decir, no tengo un favorito: cambia con el tiempo. Pero si tuviera que dar una lista de otros colores que me han gustado, en ningún orden: el verde esmeralda, rojo escarlata, azul aguamarina, y el blanco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8- ¿Cómo logras la planificación tan perfecta de la  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4293384669/in/set-72157622329782205/"&gt;supra-realidad, la subrealidad y la realidad aparente&lt;/a&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nuevo, el mérito es por los comics que leía en mi infancia. En la década pasada, conoci el trabajo de  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geoff_Johns" rel="nofollow"&gt;Geoff Johnns&lt;/a&gt;,  guionista de comics que “reparó” con un acertado relato el regreso de Hal Jordan a ser Green Lantern. Logros como esos son mi inspiración en hacer que todo se sincronice en los &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4834841567/in/set-72157622329782205/"&gt;mundos radiales&lt;/a&gt; de mi obra. Cabe decir que la “&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4293384669/in/set-72157622329782205/"&gt;Realidad Aparente&lt;/a&gt;” , es decir este mundo de sueño omnívoro en que nos desarrollamos, es casi igual a cero el trabajo que se necesita inventar ahí, pues  es el mundo tal como lo vemos. En este caso, la sincronización  es más un trabajo como de periodismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Menciona algún programa de televisión en dibujos animados que te guste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No veo ninguno ahora, ni tampoco repito capítulos de los anteriores. Creo que mi poco consumo de animación se debe a lo mismo que veo fotografías en vez de ilustraciones, como dije antes. Lo que hago diariamente es dibujar, entonces en mis “descansos” por eso supongo me debo volcar a otras cosas. Por ejemplo, hace unos 3 meses estoy viendo de nuevo series de TV: Lost, Dexter y Breaking Bad han sido mis favoritas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10- ¿Podrías aconsejarnos algo bueno que sirva de inspiración para hacer ilustraciones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menos que aceptes dibujar exactamente lo que te piden, como es el caso, por ejemplo, en una agencia de publicidad o similar, -atmósferas que evito-, hay que dibujar desde adentro. El desahogo  y el agradecimiento son mi mejor fuente de inspiración.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1085035689222666920?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1085035689222666920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1085035689222666920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1085035689222666920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1085035689222666920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-para-innita-sayingsomething.html' title='No para Innita, the Sayingsomething Interview.'/><author><name>No para Innita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735055279896101010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xN8aFH3CB4/Tj1_yz0PA3I/AAAAAAAACl0/LjXQwMHXgv4/s220/no_3d_01a_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/TFW1c-XWT6I/AAAAAAAABsE/dPutAKmt1Yw/s72-c/noparainnita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-7595507123821008773</id><published>2010-07-18T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:06:35.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocteau Twins - Evangeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KRsaaCAwTnQ/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRsaaCAwTnQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRsaaCAwTnQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-7595507123821008773?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7595507123821008773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=7595507123821008773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7595507123821008773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7595507123821008773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/07/cocteau-twins-evangeline.html' title='Cocteau Twins - Evangeline'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-6120776627052318195</id><published>2010-07-17T17:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:04:33.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem July 2010</title><content type='html'>Tutti &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;accompli&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;C'est&lt;/span&gt; ca, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;busca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jaune&lt;/span&gt; futures reform arabesque&lt;br /&gt;canto &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;des&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couleur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promotion export fallacious&lt;br /&gt;serial stasis&lt;br /&gt;ethereal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exogeny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cantus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; la mode&lt;br /&gt;empire &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;castillo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dans&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ciel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a natural disposition&lt;br /&gt;and dispossessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Capoeira&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ferile&lt;/span&gt;, entwining cartography&lt;br /&gt;a sudden sunshine&lt;br /&gt;a la mode &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rigueur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; lens per &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;favore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans sparkle&lt;br /&gt;under the dunes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;choix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tondu&lt;/span&gt;, a backwards step&lt;br /&gt;4 clear thoughts&lt;br /&gt;are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ribboned&lt;/span&gt; in pink&lt;br /&gt;Arabia, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;philosophia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kunst&lt;/span&gt;; the language of dance&lt;br /&gt;and reflection via distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perimeteric&lt;/span&gt; screens 2&lt;br /&gt;dice a fuelled, insistent portraiture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fluidity of love&lt;br /&gt;cannot be bought, only its&lt;br /&gt;skull the shores are blunt&lt;br /&gt;and u r my understudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;complicite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With money our sculptor&lt;br /&gt;aesthetics are bones&lt;br /&gt;air travel en &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;masse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should fuck each other senseless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;precognize&lt;/span&gt; a renaissance&lt;br /&gt;struggle under little despots&lt;br /&gt;to interfere our journeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This poem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;endeavors&lt;/span&gt; to capture the global, multicultural flux that many of us experience today.  This is a worldwide &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;.  Conceptually, I have reflected these concerns and, most notably I have mixed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Indo&lt;/span&gt;-European languages to reflect these concerns, stylistically.  For example; "a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jaune&lt;/span&gt; futures reform arabesque/ canto &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;des&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couleur&lt;/span&gt;".  In the English,  yellow futures reform arabesque/ song of colours.  The words "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jaune&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;des&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couleur&lt;/span&gt;" are French, while canto is Spanish.  Grammatically, there may be "mistakes" simply because this is a novel approach to mixing languages (often mid-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt;) in poetry.  However, I believe "mistakes" should be tolerated and seen as contributing to a global culture, rather than evidence of grammatical errors.  I have also included some "text speech" or "Internet speech" to contribute to the intellectual, cultural, linguistic and actual uncertainty, that is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Briefly, I wanted to state that this "poem" is as much a form of  Text Art, than a poem (artistic work of literature).  All art forms are crossing over today and I don't see why poetry should be limited to the page and to public readings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-6120776627052318195?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6120776627052318195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=6120776627052318195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/6120776627052318195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/6120776627052318195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/07/poem-july-2010.html' title='Poem July 2010'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1966455074251893087</id><published>2010-06-07T15:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:02:12.814+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiculturalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='globalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avant-garde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postmodernism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global art'/><title type='text'>Avant-Gardism at the Beginning of the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>Avant-gardism does not sit well in a captalist landscape, where art (the arts?) are measured (athough, as yet not invariably so) by their potential to make money or literally, at the point of sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originality is not dead, after Modernism, only an idiot would believe that new ideas are completly dependent upon the whim of government or the resultant, mediocracy of capitalism. However, the nature of originality or avant-gardism has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from the romantic introspection of Modernity, where the West defined "newness" in relation to Western ideas/thought, we now have to define avant-gardism in terms of an increasingly global arena. We in the West cannot deem art to be of intellectual and cultural value when we are exposed to a global culture, and we have yet to understand cultures that are new to us. Indeed, who is to say that, for example, Amazonian tribes or Brazilian people shouldn't see art through their intellectual/cultural values and prescribe values that art from all over the world should confom to, to be considered worthy of possessing intrinsic value?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, today's Avant-Garde is the meshing of Global cultures via new and informative ways. This leads towards a state of Global art, where ideally, art (or the arts) can be deemed to be of value because arts practitioners, historians and audiences from around the globe can find value in art works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cultures shift toward globalism, the effect upon intellectual thought, politics and economies may be startling. For sure, life will never be the same again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article originally posted on the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/747933@N20/discuss/72157623587297474/"&gt;"New Renaissance group"&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1966455074251893087?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1966455074251893087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1966455074251893087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1966455074251893087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1966455074251893087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/06/avant-gardism-at-beginning-of-21st.html' title='Avant-Gardism at the Beginning of the 21st Century'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-4974887112258732215</id><published>2010-05-08T12:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:40:46.089+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyborg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humanoid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='automaton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='research'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankenstein&apos;s Monster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanotechnology'/><title type='text'>Automaton - Experimental Research</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/S-VOMn3tHzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/9HvZTfABEuc/s1600/stock281_by_MissBouxstock+3C+Automaton+-+Experimental+Research+Def.FINISHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468863301279358770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/S-VOMn3tHzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/9HvZTfABEuc/s400/stock281_by_MissBouxstock+3C+Automaton+-+Experimental+Research+Def.FINISHED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is a photograph, not yet widely circulated, of experimental research into creating a cyborg. Unfortunately I cannot reveal my sources, for reasons that should be obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, the process is incomplete. The human skin has not yet covered the metallic, robotic parts. There is evidence to suggest that human organs are used and remain largely intact, however a metallic-like substance has been "grown" using similar methods to growing crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One source states that the metallic substance contains human gene codes and, therefore can be "grown" organically. This is probably done using nanotechnological methods, in a similar fashion to"organic computing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for the quality of the photograph, but the photograph was taken very quickly at a location that I cannot reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ethical issues surrounding this discovery are monumental. However I can assure all viewers that we witnessed no signs of life, whether physical or pertaining to consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More infomation can be found by contacting me by email (on Blogger profile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-4974887112258732215?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4974887112258732215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=4974887112258732215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4974887112258732215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4974887112258732215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/05/automaton-experimental-research.html' title='Automaton - Experimental Research'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/S-VOMn3tHzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/9HvZTfABEuc/s72-c/stock281_by_MissBouxstock+3C+Automaton+-+Experimental+Research+Def.FINISHED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8542020808888278962</id><published>2010-05-08T10:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:12:12.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faux Advertising</title><content type='html'>And when the whole freaky weld of faces stares&lt;br /&gt;back at the life you lead like do re mi fa&lt;br /&gt;do re mi fa the whole punch of the heifer&lt;br /&gt;punts piston and of the strange scary&lt;br /&gt;scape of the performance of a shopping centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i i i can't re &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; fa ti do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ri&lt;/span&gt; mi expand&lt;br /&gt;myself only by atmospheres ti do re mi fa so do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music concrete arabesque by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Selfridges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ghosts in the car park shuffle&lt;br /&gt;as if reminding us of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metal whistles its own devices&lt;br /&gt;and the clerk to the court repossesses&lt;br /&gt;buildings that could have been used&lt;br /&gt;to house us, nevertheless, fiscally astute&lt;br /&gt;carve our spiritual ambitions towards the untouchables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lest we be reminded that money flows&lt;br /&gt;from hand to hand, this less&lt;br /&gt;now, from trace to trace&lt;br /&gt;to ask spirits to rise from trees&lt;br /&gt;would be far too convenient&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8542020808888278962?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8542020808888278962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8542020808888278962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8542020808888278962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8542020808888278962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/05/faux-advertising.html' title='Faux Advertising'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1717151382585316291</id><published>2010-05-03T13:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T13:15:59.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/S969mpq32II/AAAAAAAAAX8/mfjoxOHiX-A/s1600/Stock13_by_MissBouxstock+10+cropped+DEF+FINISHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467015469392713858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/S969mpq32II/AAAAAAAAAX8/mfjoxOHiX-A/s400/Stock13_by_MissBouxstock+10+cropped+DEF+FINISHED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Digital art portrait, featuring a photograph by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://missboux.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Boux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon Harris aka Crescent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1717151382585316291?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1717151382585316291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1717151382585316291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1717151382585316291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1717151382585316291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/05/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/S969mpq32II/AAAAAAAAAX8/mfjoxOHiX-A/s72-c/Stock13_by_MissBouxstock+10+cropped+DEF+FINISHED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8301570141111644206</id><published>2010-04-17T21:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:38:20.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't tell me I'm not haunted&lt;br /&gt;I'm a ghost I'm a ghost&lt;br /&gt;in a weld in a mesh&lt;br /&gt;a kernel or animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old man, air is full of caffeine and this inertia&lt;br /&gt;as for global art; to shake post modernity&lt;br /&gt;and find its only originality, its "sweetness and light"&lt;br /&gt;would be testament to disconnecting your broadband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;If so then&lt;br /&gt;who the fuck are you?&lt;br /&gt;Bella! Bella Nella?&lt;br /&gt;Bella Nella D'ella betwixt&lt;br /&gt;the curtain and the stage&lt;br /&gt;fright, night, flight of&lt;br /&gt;tragedy and comedy (between, of her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you knows&lt;br /&gt;alright with out doubt&lt;br /&gt;par journee pas jamais&lt;br /&gt;any raison at all (ne)&lt;br /&gt;(I) other than knowing of your&lt;br /&gt;selfless brigand of Surrealism&lt;br /&gt;Potented (pointe)&lt;br /&gt;pissed by numerical codes&lt;br /&gt;shitting up the hole in art&lt;br /&gt;clunky of it&lt;br /&gt;and you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welkomme select a product to view&lt;br /&gt;like a goat cackling erst its own(ership) coat&lt;br /&gt;flo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck off E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8301570141111644206?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8301570141111644206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8301570141111644206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8301570141111644206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8301570141111644206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-tell-me-im-not-haunted-im-ghost-im.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-4778020236115836387</id><published>2010-03-20T15:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:51:27.605Z</updated><title type='text'>Foro Romano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/S6Tu8s_dXoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7n5HXjjXOJE/s1600-h/P1000869+VERSION+4+DEF.+FINISHED+END+OF+AN+ERA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450744175662030466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/S6Tu8s_dXoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7n5HXjjXOJE/s400/P1000869+VERSION+4+DEF.+FINISHED+END+OF+AN+ERA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking through ancient Rome at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Foro&lt;/span&gt; Romano, near to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Colosseum&lt;/span&gt;, the remains and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;artifacts&lt;/span&gt; of a once powerful empire, I came to realise two things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, history should not be considered academic first and foremost. History is the recording of lived activity, it is the living of events that was and still is, of most importance. History is not some abstract, mental hypothesis, it is the accurate recording of actual events, as much as is possible. Hypothesis has its place, but this is secondary to the recording and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt; of actuality. Writing as the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;raison&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;d'etre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of history, forces hyper reality, emphasising the power &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of the&lt;/span&gt; written word and those who record history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students of history (all of us) should realise the limitations of reportage, the responsibilities that come with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposition&lt;/span&gt; and the realisation that we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;active&lt;/span&gt; participants in history. They should be encouraged to view &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;archaeological&lt;/span&gt; sites and involve themselves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;archaeological&lt;/span&gt; research. They should be involved in local history projects - "living history". Seeing history as an academic or literary exercise makes it harder to communicate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the actual events&lt;/span&gt; of history and their importance. This is particularly important today, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; we are very concerned with the short-term and coerced into making snap &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; rather &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;than considering&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; long term as well as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; short term effects of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Roman remains and their preservation &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relevance&lt;/span&gt; to today. As we know, Rome was a great power, much influenced by Greek civilisation. Roman society was intellectual, aesthetic, inventive and sophisticated. They also had a barbaric ad blood-thirsty side that helped them to extend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; empire so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our Greek-influenced, Western empire, lead by the United States, should learn from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;history of&lt;/span&gt; Rome. No empire is too powerful or sophisticated to fall. We must make sure that corruption, like we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; seen over recent years, does not cause the West to fall, as was the fate of Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; awe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inspiring&lt;/span&gt; ruins behind, gilded by Orange Trees, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cypresses&lt;/span&gt;, I watched the sunset behind the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Colloseum&lt;/span&gt; and walked to a nearby cafe. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sera&lt;/span&gt;, cafe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;americano&lt;/span&gt; per &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;favore&lt;/span&gt;," I said in a French accent! "Coffee American coming right up Sir!" The waiter replied. "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grazie&lt;/span&gt;!" I said, hoping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;to tease&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Italiano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;from him, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Preggo&lt;/span&gt;!" He replied almost like an after thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-4778020236115836387?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4778020236115836387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=4778020236115836387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4778020236115836387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4778020236115836387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/03/foro-romano.html' title='Foro Romano'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/S6Tu8s_dXoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7n5HXjjXOJE/s72-c/P1000869+VERSION+4+DEF.+FINISHED+END+OF+AN+ERA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-4394972444466075344</id><published>2010-03-16T17:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:28:30.587Z</updated><title type='text'>What te F**k</title><content type='html'>A step too far by advertising and new technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/8280564.stm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-4394972444466075344?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4394972444466075344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=4394972444466075344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4394972444466075344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4394972444466075344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-te-fk.html' title='What te F**k'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-9034446524530820495</id><published>2010-02-27T18:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:44:54.065Z</updated><title type='text'>text for a new (yet unimagined) picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can't (I) and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then construe the robots like science thou secular morality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wears thin by technology and governed by politicians oh! false &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tyger&lt;/span&gt;, by this we conceive a place for humanity next to commerce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turn your computer on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for religious compliance esoterica 72105 11-21.6 component 9 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c'est&lt;/span&gt; rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our mothers were art moths cappuccino, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;myther&lt;/span&gt; glutinous vendors or windows carapace (you) delineate the forth stage of practice I am a shade of hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hang on I don't know you &lt;em&gt;dominant &lt;/em&gt;do you live here?  Well not in your flat!  Really?  2 doors away... For 7 years!  To think I've never seen you!  &lt;em&gt;Animal&lt;/em&gt; I thought you were a fucking painting something like what you get at Cyclops.  I have one of those memorable faces.  People think I am in adverts.  Fucking!  Yes, fucking!  :-)  Well friends cost money I can't afford it.  Did you say that?  Yes, it was me!  Time is so expensive now. Yes, I know friends are much cheaper on the Internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drinking causes damage that you can't see &lt;em&gt;Autumnal &lt;/em&gt;driving causes damage that you can see but can't afford to preach as there is no evidence of cost-effectiveness.  Mesmer do you remember before the partners and minors act?  We weren't paid to oppose &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parentless&lt;/span&gt; minors... Do you remember?  I can't seem to remember any more but music helps to fill in the gaps where ideas once roamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-9034446524530820495?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/9034446524530820495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=9034446524530820495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/9034446524530820495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/9034446524530820495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/02/text-for-new-yet-unimagined-picture.html' title='text for a new (yet unimagined) picture'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5634299653045512121</id><published>2010-01-31T22:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:54:01.705Z</updated><title type='text'>inquisitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4Et8kH55fQ/S2YBG0Ep_6I/AAAAAAAACEw/-XN1PyPhKTE/s1600-h/not_yet_first_burn.jpg" target="_blank" title="not yet, first burn" onBlur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4Et8kH55fQ/S2YBG0Ep_6I/AAAAAAAACEw/-XN1PyPhKTE/s400/not_yet_first_burn.jpg" alt="not yet, first burn" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433031217038098338" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433031217038098338" border="0" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 47px; letter-spacing: -8px; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; color: #FF0000; text-decoration: none; line-height: 55px;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;do&lt;/del&gt; not &lt;del&gt;die&lt;/del&gt; yet&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-5634299653045512121?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5634299653045512121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=5634299653045512121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5634299653045512121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5634299653045512121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/01/inquisitor.html' title='inquisitor'/><author><name>ed schenk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212191706388279614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y98/DreamingInNeon/inner-circle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4Et8kH55fQ/S2YBG0Ep_6I/AAAAAAAACEw/-XN1PyPhKTE/s72-c/not_yet_first_burn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5189861093262860592</id><published>2010-01-24T23:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:23:28.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Astro_TJ. does a TFOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4Et8kH55fQ/S1zI-oWYv1I/AAAAAAAACD8/ORH8Mkm6VmM/s1600-h/Astro_TJ+sends+a+tweet+from+outer+space.jpg" target="_blank" title="Astro_TJ sends a tweet from outer space" onBlur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4Et8kH55fQ/S1zI-oWYv1I/AAAAAAAACD8/ORH8Mkm6VmM/s400/Astro_TJ+sends+a+tweet+from+outer+space.jpg" alt="Astro_TJ sends a tweet from outer space" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430436229010734930" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430436229010734930" border="0" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -6.4px; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; text-decoration: none; color:#7c7c7c;"&gt;&amp;quot;Hello Twitterverse!,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;We r now LIVE tweeting from the International Space Station. We hope our friends from Alderaan will receive the gift to TFOS*) like a humanoid soon!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;*)&lt;/sup&gt;Tweet From Outer Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.techweb.com/article/showArticle?articleID=222400296&amp;section=news" target="_blank" title="Astro_TJ sends a tweet from outer space"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-5189861093262860592?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5189861093262860592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=5189861093262860592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5189861093262860592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5189861093262860592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/01/astrotj-does-tfos.html' title='Astro_TJ. does a TFOS'/><author><name>ed schenk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07212191706388279614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y98/DreamingInNeon/inner-circle.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4Et8kH55fQ/S1zI-oWYv1I/AAAAAAAACD8/ORH8Mkm6VmM/s72-c/Astro_TJ+sends+a+tweet+from+outer+space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-1972260940992956989</id><published>2010-01-16T18:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:05:18.151Z</updated><title type='text'>Poem Full of Dance Energy</title><content type='html'>The fist circs the bee sucks&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Elephant's formaldehyde is clover'd&lt;br /&gt;it bust rust da goo goo Ganges (phonetics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way out ladyboy glockenspiel "pro"&lt;br /&gt;objetif looks (Thia)&lt;br /&gt;Giraffe stages, the 3 Stooges (premonition/promote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three themes hear, employ to&lt;br /&gt;vacate emotion, practical tense (the denied is our next procession)&lt;br /&gt;enrapture les animaux season d'etre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moon one tide one creature in formaldehyde (arte moderne)&lt;br /&gt;wiggles her soul through bra statistics&lt;br /&gt;Clever she may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no herself from professionalism, the&lt;br /&gt;art of how you say it, the wasp (feminine condition)&lt;br /&gt;craves the butterfly's tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrapped like a moth's cocoon, the idee fix&lt;br /&gt;of minutiae, petite morte and petites objets (impractical present)&lt;br /&gt;Open hand the style decries the species (legislative chivalry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for bees dance and and ants milk greenfly&lt;br /&gt;by the stream where faeries entertain&lt;br /&gt;near galaxies and taxis (pre-op transvestite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjetif follows her nose&lt;br /&gt;like a crepe suzette lost 4 buns in the oven&lt;br /&gt;intuition may now be purely physical (ontological foret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like lust until we return spiritual&lt;br /&gt;my cabby is a hippopotamus (ungovernable fable, apathetic humanity.....)&lt;br /&gt;and you are a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Reader, you are Pegasus. (western misanthropy&lt;br /&gt;cultural portal&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;arts&lt;br /&gt;find that reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;simply a useful&lt;br /&gt;measuring&lt;br /&gt;tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;mercury&lt;br /&gt;filled&lt;br /&gt;thermometer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Harris (Crescent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1972260940992956989?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1972260940992956989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1972260940992956989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1972260940992956989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1972260940992956989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/01/poem-full-of-dance-energy.html' title='Poem Full of Dance Energy'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-3669666960585911629</id><published>2010-01-03T13:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:30:29.915Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you don't fucking say that (danca) you don't say what you want when you want do i make myself clear? (reverence) barter past capitalist museum piece 018 018 018 crater moon dust saturn they were looting and the whole place was going down a pastiche of capitalism proved it wasn't worth the paper it was printed on and pooh art&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-3669666960585911629?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3669666960585911629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=3669666960585911629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3669666960585911629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3669666960585911629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-dont-fucking-say-that-danca-you.html' title=''/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-2307733146424395480</id><published>2010-01-03T12:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:49:44.715Z</updated><title type='text'>Fake Advert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/S0CSCK-_uYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/jTUXt50TpDQ/s1600-h/Text+E+Fake+Advert+FINISHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Cnemidophorus Exsanguis  romance love amor desnuda nude naked'/><title type='text'>"I might venture to say that my new album, though it won't be thrash metal, will be a female companion of  'Reign in Blood' ".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/SzVHDQW3BvI/AAAAAAAABq4/zegWZjTR_9Q/s1600-h/coitoris_press_dec20_english_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/SzVHDQW3BvI/AAAAAAAABq4/zegWZjTR_9Q/s200/coitoris_press_dec20_english_blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419315847866287858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review of &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157622368305999/"&gt;Coitoris&lt;/a&gt;” press conference. (Part 1 &amp;amp; 2).&lt;br /&gt;Sundance Press Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men are extinct. The moon makes combustion into a small sun. Her translation is reversed with the earth and makes the planet orbiting the fiery moon, which makes their female inhabitants live 24 hours of daylight. No, it’s not another one of those doomsday movies. Quite the contrary: it is a musical, a celebration but with tunes that are closer to Ozzfest  than Broadway. Coitoris is the third film of the Mexican-Irish director &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157622894286704/"&gt;Guadalupe Smithye&lt;/a&gt;, for the second time that incorporates the Colombian rocker Innita to deal with the soundtrack. And for good reason, the argument is adapted from an unpublished draft of short story written by Innita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in this winter Sunday, December 20th, at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sundance" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sundance Resort&lt;/a&gt;, where Guadalupe and Innita provide the first official press conference on Coitoris, whose premiere is scheduled for Sunday July 11, 2010. The event begins with a batch of questions and answers, some frames of film’s stages and costumes, and ends with a short presentation of Halo Limia, live keyboardist for Innita’s band, playing some advanced score with her &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4141412946/"&gt;Reactune&lt;/a&gt;. After an elegant little ceremonial greeting, Innita starts the press conference: &amp;quot;I can afford to be spoilers (spoiler) of my novel ROMA and read the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4198580036/"&gt;last paragraph&lt;/a&gt;  of the final chapter, Love.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the freckled nude read paragraph, the questions begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What new developments can you tell us about the story?&lt;br /&gt;Innita: Coitoris happens 19 years after the extinction of the male, and the male gender in general, on the planet. The first generation of Coitoris women, it is, women born of lovely intercourse of two clitorises, have already spent their childhood and adolescence is being finalized. Extinct, men begin to be historical, archaeological stuff, like dinosaurs. Many things have taken new direction. Technology, now in the hands of women for nearly two decades, has advanced and environmentally progressive way that when developed in the company of men, and the space age unfolds and grows more interesting than sports. It is in this context where the story starts, when the moon makes combustion into a small sun. Telling you more would spoil surprises. &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: The rumor is that Coitoris is a musical that is not a musical ...&lt;br /&gt;Guadalupe: But it is a musical. Even when it contains extended scenes of dialogue and monologues and thunderous action scenes, driving narrative that premium are the melodies that actresses and actors sing, which are the 10 songs on the eponymous album innit. If you mix &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/12_Angry_Men_(1957_film)" rel="nofollow"&gt;12 Angry Men&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicago_(2002_film)”" rel="nofollow"&gt;Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot; and  &amp;quot; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZ2-xR54UDU" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; &amp;quot; here you got a cinematographic idea of Coitoris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4174669414/in/set-72157622368305999/"&gt;Dominique Pavlanova&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/4180045227/in/set-72157622368305999/"&gt;Sunny Asgrez&lt;/a&gt; are recognized and award-winning actresses in the European stages, and so far only been made just plays. Is it not a risk being selected as stars and being directed cinematically?&lt;br /&gt;Guadalupe: I've seen many of thier plays. They come from different schools. I am happy to join them in Coitoris. It is a challenge for them that adds extra flavor to the movie. Due to their theatrical underground, theatrical school gives me the exotic ingredients I need for film-themed space. Having started recording in November, my experience with them so far has not been at any time headaches or friction, on the contrary, it's like brand new unbreakable toy. It's something new for both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: The complexion of the bodies of Dominique Pavlanova and Sunny Asgrez respectively resemble the fiancee of Innita and also  Innita herself. Is this story with biographical tributes from Innita?&lt;br /&gt;Innita: hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Guadalupe: Interesting observation, but no, not really. I think more than you mean the bust size, you can ask bluntly. We were also told that if the bust of the stars refers to the busts of Innita and mine, to include our egos there, hehe, and they like to say that either.&lt;br /&gt;Innita: Exactly that happened to us, even they are talking that Guadalupe and I are lovers. However, it has to do with the  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/3486409339/"&gt;dangerous fashion breast reduction&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Guadaloupe: Aha, the fashion among women continues to grow today, and the debate on the issue encouraged the Hollywood  press to speculate on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/noparainnita/sets/72157607463974251/"&gt;Xetl Xihuatl&lt;/a&gt;, the protagonist of my previous film, with the false rumor that had reduced breasts for the movie. I wanted the Coitoris’ actors were distant breast size. It is now known of several cases of almost irreparable injury cases by clandestine reductions breasts, legal medical unsupervised, which become massive and early among girls 15 to 17 years aged and therefore I could not deny that I do want to share my views on the subject. In the booklet there is a small dialog that came with some black humor on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: There is a rumor that Innita appears in the film . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Gudalupe: Rumor discarded, I myself  suggested to her, I began by suggesting a secondary role to decrease to a hitchcock style apparition, but in any case she didn’t want.&lt;br /&gt;Innita: aha, it was. I do not feel, at least by now, the multi-artist who composes, sings, writes novels and apart from that she even acts. To act on some of my videos is enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: According to the official tracklist, we see that in your upcoming musical work the number of songs are reduced by almost half, if we take into account your 2  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/discography/?id=39691657444" rel="nofollow"&gt;previous albums&lt;/a&gt;. Is this due to your busy schedule of constant touring, commitment to film or there is something to comment?&lt;br /&gt;Innita: I wanted the new album, recording phase yet, be an outburst and intentionally I discarded the idea of swinging curves of ridges and valleys. &amp;quot; Good things, when short, are twice as good &amp;quot; &amp;quot;less is more&amp;quot;, etc.. The album, like it is my short story in which Guadalupe based to expand to movie format, is a celebration. So my album Coitoris ignores the slow rhythms and melancholy of songs like &amp;quot; &lt;a href="http://www.jango.com/stations/186539346/tunein?proxy_id=40886566&amp;amp;song_id=276547" rel="nofollow"&gt;Vampirama&lt;/a&gt; &amp;quot;, &amp;quot; &lt;a href="http://www.jango.com/stations/155548490/tunein?song_id=283395" rel="nofollow"&gt;TV Sunsets&lt;/a&gt; &amp;quot;. I might venture to say that my new album, though it will be not thrash metal, will be a female companion of Slayer’s &amp;quot;Reign in Blood&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: According to a financial newsletter of Concordia Films, the film production has risen and risen to the point that they have integrated new investors.&lt;br /&gt;Guadalupe: Right. Since I announced my new project publicly, Concordia Films has no objection to associate with other producers to give Coitoris technological quality and logistics necessary for its materialization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Will there be integration of the Innta´s tour “Coitoris Eronautica” with elements of the film, as directly as at the time Pink Floyd did it?&lt;br /&gt;Innita: It's funny you ask that, for a couple of weeks ago I was watching the circular elements in the scenery of Pulse, and discussed some of there with my set designer and my producer on some of my visions for the tour. But regarding your question, I think it will have to wait to see the film and view the tour to get your own impressions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-1721180955551779491?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/1721180955551779491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=1721180955551779491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1721180955551779491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/1721180955551779491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-might-venture-to-say-that-my-new.html' title='&quot;I might venture to say that my new album, though it won&apos;t be thrash metal, will be a female companion of  &apos;Reign in Blood&apos; &quot;.'/><author><name>No para Innita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09735055279896101010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1xN8aFH3CB4/Tj1_yz0PA3I/AAAAAAAACl0/LjXQwMHXgv4/s220/no_3d_01a_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_foP0WUMeeDE/SzVHDQW3BvI/AAAAAAAABq4/zegWZjTR_9Q/s72-c/coitoris_press_dec20_english_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5016848943187209868</id><published>2009-12-24T18:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:20:50.362Z</updated><title type='text'>Global Economics, Culture(s) and the Shaping of Scientific Theory by Pragmatism, the Arts and Cultural Change</title><content type='html'>Fuck a duck&lt;br /&gt;duck a fuck a&lt;br /&gt;duck fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cluck beyond&lt;br /&gt;slut tuck &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;noir&lt;/span&gt; flutter&lt;br /&gt;ducks clutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Beethoven's&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clinker &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;retinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuck your fucks&lt;br /&gt;ducking clucking&lt;br /&gt;purchase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bartering ducky &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck to ducks&lt;br /&gt;mucky &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splinter toil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky duck's&lt;br /&gt;got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;der&lt;/span&gt; fucks cheap and tatty&lt;br /&gt;with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clucky&lt;/span&gt; moorhen&lt;br /&gt;splice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cerulean fuck&lt;br /&gt;blatant fuck&lt;br /&gt;plucky duck&lt;br /&gt;all drakes and signets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-5016848943187209868?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/5016848943187209868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=5016848943187209868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5016848943187209868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/5016848943187209868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/12/global-economics-cultures-and-shaping.html' title='Global Economics, Culture(s) and the Shaping of Scientific Theory by Pragmatism, the Arts and Cultural Change'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-3132878526796638563</id><published>2009-12-05T18:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:42:37.980Z</updated><title type='text'>Process as Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/4159752651/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2691/4159752651_e8ec8323a5.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/4159752651/"&gt;Process as Art&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stuck in a process, aside&lt;br /&gt;and then art.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three areas of text in this picture, that read;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Individuality&lt;br /&gt;conform con form CON form&lt;br /&gt;blunt rib cage 7&lt;br /&gt;9 AS&lt;br /&gt;Push Tap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfriend ly&lt;br /&gt;technocratic fresh&lt;br /&gt;computer shard light house&lt;br /&gt;beam consumerism&lt;br /&gt;conservative proletariat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We conspire to politics&lt;br /&gt;Iris-like repetition"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text by the artist.&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-3132878526796638563?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/3132878526796638563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=3132878526796638563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3132878526796638563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/3132878526796638563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/12/process-as-art.html' title='Process as Art'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2691/4159752651_e8ec8323a5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-889310483835402037</id><published>2009-12-05T16:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:53:33.508Z</updated><title type='text'>New Perceptions of Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/4160506474/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2724/4160506474_a2bfcb2068.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thecrescent/4160506474/"&gt;New Perceptions of Identity&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thecrescent/"&gt;crescentsi&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you again to Miss Boux&lt;br /&gt;missboux.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture reflects the changes to our perceptions of our individual identities, as Western societies become ever more technological and commercial. We struggle for uniqueness and a comprehension of "self" as gender perceptions, multiculturalism and globalism, constant economic and societal change, mass technological immersion and political instability continuously occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Social Networking" websites like Facebook, Twitter and MySpace (and to a degree Flickr and related arts websites) seem to be emblemetic of the aforementioned Post Modern phenomena. In addition, it is important to acknowledge the breakdown of the Nuclear Family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, social networking and other technological, communicative developments are a poor substitute for real relationships and friendships. However, it would be foolish to state that they are completely without their uses. The isolation that the Internet can cause to many people is ignored as we continue to "tell the world" via Facebook, how we have dumped our latest partner or just bought a new "Sat Nav".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this can seem very shallow, and to a degree it is! However, we are looking for varying degrees of fame, as Andy Warhol predicted. As we can no longer find the kinds of relationships within "real" society, we try to find impersonal and fleeting connections and acknowledgement via new technologies. Ultimately, all Internet users (apart from those who only look!) are chasing fame. Most will be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our excitement at the novelty of technological innovation and its opportunities are continually countered by the isolation and the fickle nature of the Internet, and other technologies. Many of us complain about the impersonal nature of society, that has been strengthened by new technology and worsened by the Recession. Are we willing to pay this price for a technocratic, capitalist society? And, importantly, do we really have much choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-889310483835402037?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/889310483835402037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=889310483835402037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/889310483835402037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/889310483835402037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-perceptions-of-identity_05.html' title='New Perceptions of Identity'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2724/4160506474_a2bfcb2068_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-7594188039961041193</id><published>2009-11-25T18:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:32:38.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Perception of Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Sw12m_o0WYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cJPYN-lwpm0/s1600/Ballet_Nude_4_by_chamberstoc+6+FINISHED+LARGE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408109139831576962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Sw12m_o0WYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cJPYN-lwpm0/s400/Ballet_Nude_4_by_chamberstoc+6+FINISHED+LARGE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chamberstock.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Johanna Chambers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for allowing me to use her excellent dance photograph in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-7594188039961041193?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7594188039961041193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=7594188039961041193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7594188039961041193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7594188039961041193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/11/perception-of-movement.html' title='Perception of Movement'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Sw12m_o0WYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/cJPYN-lwpm0/s72-c/Ballet_Nude_4_by_chamberstoc+6+FINISHED+LARGE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-6726742657386698460</id><published>2009-11-13T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:05:03.658Z</updated><title type='text'>Global Media and Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Sv3VEUPcjMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RbrPz1NxeX8/s1600-h/Text+19+FANTASTIC+(GLOBAL+MEDIA)+FINISHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403709398044150978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Sv3VEUPcjMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RbrPz1NxeX8/s400/Text+19+FANTASTIC+(GLOBAL+MEDIA)+FINISHED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Sv3VEM52x8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/YG6PmNpE8I0/s1600-h/miss_boux_281_by_missboux+P+DEF.+FINISHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403709396074547138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Sv3VEM52x8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/YG6PmNpE8I0/s400/miss_boux_281_by_missboux+P+DEF.+FINISHED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Global Media (top) &lt;/em&gt;is a visual representation of "information overload", that we experience through various media.  &lt;em&gt; In Global Media&lt;/em&gt; the textual elements of the work  become muddled and opaque, which can be seen as a representation of truth being buried under a mass of information.  &lt;em&gt;Untitled&lt;/em&gt; takes influence from Asian and, in particular Indian art forms.  The Asian influence is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unapologetically&lt;/span&gt; digitised and merged with Western art styles.  It can be thought of as an example of a multicultural hybrid, or as an example of "Global Art".  Untitled includes an original photograph by &lt;a href="http://missboux.deviantart.com/"&gt;Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-6726742657386698460?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6726742657386698460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=6726742657386698460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-2774441555866243268</id><published>2009-11-08T14:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:51:16.604Z</updated><title type='text'>TROJAN HORSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Svban88Qq_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mzIIwT-HeU4/s1600-h/Text+16+B+(TROJAN+HORSE)+FINISHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401745182986120178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Svban88Qq_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mzIIwT-HeU4/s400/Text+16+B+(TROJAN+HORSE)+FINISHED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Text Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-2774441555866243268?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2774441555866243268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=2774441555866243268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2774441555866243268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2774441555866243268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/11/trojan-horse_08.html' title='TROJAN HORSE'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Svban88Qq_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/mzIIwT-HeU4/s72-c/Text+16+B+(TROJAN+HORSE)+FINISHED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-6693879479462800299</id><published>2009-11-07T01:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:31:14.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Demonstrate</title><content type='html'>Balloted Dionysus black card&lt;br /&gt;calls to both sides of the Renaissance&lt;br /&gt;with aspects due to due regard&lt;br /&gt;printemps accruing its duality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by birth admass sincerity, nicotine&lt;br /&gt;slippage, detritus and allergen&lt;br /&gt;a flower, premortis, dispossessed&lt;br /&gt;you would fear the fear of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those who see you fearful,&lt;br /&gt;fear their fear of your fear, that you&lt;br /&gt;then hide through fear of fearing&lt;br /&gt;fears hidden, fearfully next to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;television screams our botox youth&lt;br /&gt;to patter the blade of survival&lt;br /&gt;disincriminated and bold like amino acids&lt;br /&gt;wanton for the features&lt;br /&gt;of fluidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screens&lt;br /&gt;in carcinogen emotion a fix of twittering&lt;br /&gt;solipsistic, jingoistic feverish punch&lt;br /&gt;twilit gymnasia, fleshing ropes&lt;br /&gt;and dumb bells, cornered by happenstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engraved by reason's repetition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hyper real fiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-6693879479462800299?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6693879479462800299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=6693879479462800299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/6693879479462800299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/6693879479462800299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/11/demonstrate.html' title='Demonstrate'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-5853054142183517074</id><published>2009-10-26T21:11:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:38:43.828Z</updated><title type='text'>New movements in art moments</title><content type='html'>Where did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;Knock off /it off&lt;br /&gt;Fuck knows/knows fuck&lt;br /&gt;autonomous &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;machinery&lt;/span&gt;/no autonomy&lt;br /&gt;For god's sake this isn't a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does art sit with capitalist times&lt;br /&gt;are hard for those who dare not dream&lt;br /&gt;for those who dare must&lt;br /&gt;dream (a sentence here)&lt;br /&gt;virtual world/artificial freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streaming media here a purport 2&lt;br /&gt;(and you know it) else&lt;br /&gt;where magnifies exits we'll&lt;br /&gt;dream a rope to pull the horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Columbus&lt;/span&gt; and Raleigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trojan night the Trojan night&lt;br /&gt;drowning in stars&lt;br /&gt;step one two three like a child&lt;br /&gt;she walks to begin again her bare feet like grain&lt;br /&gt;on the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daren't&lt;/span&gt; wake her synopsis forms reverie&lt;br /&gt;for fear of truth is far harder than&lt;br /&gt;living far harder than love&lt;br /&gt;Our love is money and fear is its quell&lt;br /&gt;our sanity is clunky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New movements in art moments&lt;br /&gt;time is rebellion to the friction&lt;br /&gt;of finance is lost by our trance&lt;br /&gt;that freedom calls knowledge hence&lt;br /&gt;and there after we might live with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each other and lie with the animals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-6331194152442305437</id><published>2009-10-24T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:06:01.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl 2/You Thought You'd Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/SuLs2yED71I/AAAAAAAAAWs/7opEdSXe-CY/s1600-h/miss_boux_263_by_missboux+T8+FINISHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135729439174482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/SuLs2yED71I/AAAAAAAAAWs/7opEdSXe-CY/s400/miss_boux_263_by_missboux+T8+FINISHED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/SuLs2yQGjmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/h_syBxSmEt0/s1600-h/P1000523+F+DEF.+FINISHED+(You+thought+you%27d+forgotten).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135729489677922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/SuLs2yQGjmI/AAAAAAAAAWk/h_syBxSmEt0/s400/P1000523+F+DEF.+FINISHED+(You+thought+you%27d+forgotten).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl 2 (top picture) collaboration with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://missboux.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Boux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.  You Thought You'd Forgotten reveals the yellow colouration of memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-6331194152442305437?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/6331194152442305437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=6331194152442305437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/6331194152442305437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/6331194152442305437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-2you-thought-youd-forgotten.html' title='Girl 2/You Thought You&apos;d Forgotten'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/SuLs2yED71I/AAAAAAAAAWs/7opEdSXe-CY/s72-c/miss_boux_263_by_missboux+T8+FINISHED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-4751557279074810375</id><published>2009-10-09T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:30:49.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Automaton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Ss-5NdRo5GI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uQEXMO5jZFA/s1600-h/Cyborg+9+RED+FINISHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390730919833822306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Ss-5NdRo5GI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uQEXMO5jZFA/s400/Cyborg+9+RED+FINISHED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many thanks to &lt;a href="http://missboux.deviantart.com/"&gt;Miss Boux&lt;/a&gt; for allowing me to use her photograph in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-4751557279074810375?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/4751557279074810375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=4751557279074810375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4751557279074810375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/4751557279074810375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/10/automaton.html' title='Automaton'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/Ss-5NdRo5GI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uQEXMO5jZFA/s72-c/Cyborg+9+RED+FINISHED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-7042142587673822792</id><published>2009-10-03T19:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T01:11:13.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Art of Doing; Considering a 21st Century Renaissance</title><content type='html'>We can no longer have art, in the sense that we have known art and anti-art and therefore if we have known art and what it is not, then why should art in any sense continue?&lt;br /&gt;In the sense that we understand art, there will be no art. Art and artistic activity will, of course, continue, however it may be difficult to understand that the new art form(s) are art at all.&lt;br /&gt;In a similar way, we will all be famous. However, once we have all achieved fame then we are no longer famous, at least not in the way that being famous once meant. Fame will be the norm and therefore it will not be fame, but a continuation of human relationships and recognition after the reign of the extended family and via modern technology.&lt;br /&gt;Art now, if we wish to have an avant-garde, is an art of doing. Otherwise we rehash the art of the 20th century using 20th century techniques or faux, digital techniques - art by proxy. Digital art has proved it has a niche of its own, but ultimately it is no more than an extension of traditional art rather than an avant-garde.&lt;br /&gt;The art of doing is simply that. Doing. Art is doing anything that one does and its capture (through painting, dance, film, photography, etc.) is no longer art. This is its medium of reportage - an art by proxy. Art actuel is the doing, regardless of media that communicates it.&lt;br /&gt;This idea must sound incredibly odd! After all, art is communication so how can communication no longer be art? The answer is simple, communication is no longer artistic, at least not in a sense of avant-gardism. If we wish to continue creating art and artistic works/performances in the manner that we have, then we can call the media of art, art and the doing of art its practice, in order that ideas are communicated.&lt;br /&gt;If we wish to embrace the actuality of now, then we have to shelve our ideas of art and concede defeat regarding the "specialness" of communication and media. Technology has made craftsmanship virtually redundant. Skilful paintings are not today's art, but yesterdays art, regardless of the contemporaneousness of their subject-matter.&lt;br /&gt;That I do, is similar to "I think therefore I am", as Descartes wrote. However, now that we all think (meaning thinking that is discriminated as worthwhile) and we can all communicate our thoughts (our evidence that we exist) then thinking is no longer special enough to be regarded as "truth".&lt;br /&gt;Truth, now is no longer universal, it is arbitrary. The personal is public, so to create something that is true to ourselves (regardless of dogmatic truth) we must do as we do and recognise that this is truth by occurrence and truth by personal expression. If we are to use media to communicate this truth then we risk losing the truth of our doing, as our actions are lost in the capture and communication.&lt;br /&gt;Communication is not a simple means any more. Communication is distorted by technology, altered philosophically, deconstructed intellectually and distanced emotionally. Communication is something that we can all do, today (n.b.; author notes illiteracy as a problem in both Western and Eastern countries, but to a lesser extent than previously) so its specialness is lost. "Reality by proxy" or the ability to deconstruct media and the events that it communicates and the (more recent) ability to play creatively with the actuality of reported occurrences, leaves us highly suspicious of truth.&lt;br /&gt;For art to be art, we have to find the philosophical drive that encourages intellectual curiosity. The new artist may find him or herself considered a scientist (objective art) or some other curator of truth.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I would like to state that I don't necessarily condone an "art of doing" rather than an art of communicating through questionable media, but I do think it is necessary if we are to have a new art that expresses the flux, uncertainty and cultural melting-pot that is today. The unreality of the application of modern technologies and its ability to allow us to constantly alter the rudiments of Western thought, truth, perception and "reality", is something that we have to consider. Do we wish to live in a detached, artificial world, or do we wish to experience reality as fully as we can?&lt;br /&gt;The art of doing is the beginning of the independent (personal) enquiry into the nature of the above, our comprehension of these occurences and, ultimately we will find solutions to help us cope with these occurrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2 or 3 parts this isn't very well written, however I have picked up some flu-bug! Will revise later. Just finished performing musical which was both nerve-racking, to start, and great fun :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-7042142587673822792?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/7042142587673822792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=7042142587673822792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7042142587673822792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/7042142587673822792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/10/art-of-doing-considering-21st-century.html' title='An Art of Doing; Considering a 21st Century Renaissance'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-139023650984925796</id><published>2009-09-12T17:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:51:13.249+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solar star helios sun soliel ciel abstract colour light'/><title type='text'>Helios 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/SqvQ8SM_3nI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nbSsOx5-Bos/s1600-h/Helios+22+FINISHED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380623913921273458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/SqvQ8SM_3nI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nbSsOx5-Bos/s400/Helios+22+FINISHED.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Digital art interpretation of the Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-139023650984925796?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/139023650984925796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=139023650984925796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/139023650984925796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/139023650984925796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/09/helios-3.html' title='Helios 3'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/SqvQ8SM_3nI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nbSsOx5-Bos/s72-c/Helios+22+FINISHED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8938196830419193001</id><published>2009-08-28T15:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:27:21.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Democratia?</title><content type='html'>Our collective &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;esoteria&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;by destruction revealed&lt;br /&gt;by juxtaposition sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt;, tout &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fait&lt;/span&gt;, tout suite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jamais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;por favor?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman is our envelope&lt;br /&gt;our catalyst&lt;br /&gt;our construction (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couleur&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;t'il&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weakness and by her power&lt;br /&gt;her weakness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;favor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quel&lt;/span&gt; idiom?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a rehearsal this Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;You can't give jobs to a woman&lt;br /&gt;so a man mustn't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; legislative chivalry (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hymne&lt;/span&gt; national)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western children are a niche&lt;br /&gt;assemble.&lt;br /&gt;The largest mass of money and power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;favor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by that, that we create&lt;br /&gt;by this we must deny&lt;br /&gt;by those we nurture&lt;br /&gt;we must stasis (Sun dance, bees knees, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mortir&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; vie, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;d'amour&lt;/span&gt;, dance of light, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;danse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nuit&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and still, decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Angleterre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Angleterre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Angleterre&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;The Angles' terrain is a lusty animal (a la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nouvelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Victoriana&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anima&lt;/span&gt; animate voyage (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;souche&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;terra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;firma&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;incognito, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;terra&lt;/span&gt; incognito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;terra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pluto voyage &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;raison&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;d'etre&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suis&lt;/span&gt; eh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt; tout &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fait&lt;/span&gt; tout suite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;allez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vite&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Compris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Compris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Compris&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are this way by money (1984)&lt;br /&gt;Uh ooh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eeh&lt;/span&gt; aah (animal instinctive)&lt;br /&gt;We are this way by "knowing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our biggest fear for the status &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;We are all a bunch of spoilt and greedy&lt;br /&gt;kids. (crime, obesity, neurosis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8938196830419193001?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8938196830419193001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8938196830419193001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8938196830419193001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8938196830419193001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/08/democratia.html' title='Democratia?'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-3748674134313404476</id><published>2009-08-26T08:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:38:16.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>molto allegrando</title><content type='html'>generosity reminds me often&lt;br /&gt;of the present tense&lt;br /&gt;and then I breathe&lt;br /&gt;what I just lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-3748674134313404476?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1kVHL9PmYQ/SzrlwetfxPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MZrv1UbqhB8/S220/sem.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10666347.post-8798956903096999139</id><published>2009-08-22T14:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:15:47.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Culture is culture by displacement&lt;br /&gt;and class is its review&lt;br /&gt;not its practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is the lowest human endeavour&lt;br /&gt;and the highest, rebellious&lt;br /&gt;yet conformist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an artist, counter-cultural&lt;br /&gt;You are intrinsic to culture&lt;br /&gt;essentially removed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti-establishment&lt;br /&gt;the creator of establishment,&lt;br /&gt;implicit explicit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as defined by the established&lt;br /&gt;we find prestige by tangents&lt;br /&gt;and move by moving targets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lowest is reported into&lt;br /&gt;the highest and that that confounds&lt;br /&gt;and frightens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is merely us&lt;br /&gt;reported, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;via beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-8798956903096999139?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/8798956903096999139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=8798956903096999139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8798956903096999139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/8798956903096999139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/SnGWIxzqB-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/9XK-9H8FBhY/s400/Abstract+(Dark+Matter)+3D+LARGE+FINISHED+panthesis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I created this abstract image to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Moon Landing.&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Stanley Kubrick's "2001 - A Space Odyssey", I am trying to help stimulate a resurgence in Space travel and Space exploration.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that exploration is essential for mankind and, considering that we have explored most of our planet, I feel that manned space flight to places beyond the moon is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Einstein's "constant" in his fundamental equation "E=MC[squared]" is being questioned as physicists probe more exotic types of matter. This gives us hope that technologies can be invented that may surpass the limitations that Einstein's theories prescribed.&lt;br /&gt;"Panthesis" is a neologism, literally meaning a thesis for everything, or omniscience. Even though omniscience is impossible, the challenge of greater knowledge and exploration awaits us. "Panthesis" can be seen as relating to "panacea" meaning "a universal medicine". Indeed, Space exploration may be a (partial) cure for post modern stagnancy, and a purpose to reassess Capitalism and the difficulties of the "artificial" world that we are currently creating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is a link to a number of "stills" from the Stargate sequence of "2001- A Space Odyssey". Here we see man journey at great speed through Kubrick's version of intergalactic travel. Kubrick touches on the psychological implications of such travel as well as the physical. The effects were ground breaking at the time of the films release.&lt;a href="http://www.palantir.net/2001/gallery/jupiter.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.palantir.net/2001/gallery/jupiter.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10666347-2327659068711256498?l=sayingsome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/feeds/2327659068711256498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10666347&amp;postID=2327659068711256498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2327659068711256498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10666347/posts/default/2327659068711256498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sayingsome.blogspot.com/2009/07/space-exploration-panthesis.html' title='Space Exploration &quot;panthesis&quot;'/><author><name>crescent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08430950362582686303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/284/575/1600/crescent3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pl-1FsTCz-0/SnGWIxzqB-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/9XK-9H8FBhY/s72-c/Abstract+(Dark+Matter)+3D+LARGE+FINISHED+panthesis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
