part two

toning assignment. i did some research.

but most of all, i did a lot.

A LOT 

of experimenting.

total time working:

from 2:00pm till 9:00pm.

feet hurt? yes, much.

ohh...and i still have to mat, 

organize my little speech.

and own.

:)

 putting in the toning bath.

 water bath.

 experimenting..

 toning bath.

 

home-made drying rack.

Playlist for this post:

Poison Kiss - The Last Goodnight

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

Symphonies - Dan Black

part one

apartment is clean. colors pop in the kitchen.
new reds, dark purples, soft browns, and simple blues.
toning is in process. there's grave desire to prosper.
grave concern of self explosion.
a darkroom created in a small sink.
an old clothes hanger holds finished tones carefully.
the photographs drip, drip, swinging slightly from the breeze through the open window.
the drips from inside match the melting drips from outside.
pounding together with the jazz rap playing.

Playlist for this post:

Miss Me ft. Lil Wayne - Drake

Superstar ft. Matthew Santos - Lupe Fiasco

We'll Be Alright - Travie McCoy

it's from a movie.

"i still have the dream sometimes. you have this look in your eye that kills me. we don't say anything. when i wake up, i wake up happy...vibrating for a few seconds. content. 

then it goes away..

....and you go away..

i really don't want to get out of bed then. 

cause it's cold out there. 

but i do, 

i get up.

life goes on."

so much is said there, that i'm not gonna say anything else..

someone said

Max: Small is good. My powers are able to slip right through the cracks. 

Judith: But what if the cracks are closed up? 

Max: Then I have a re-cracker, which goes right through that. 

Judith: But what if they have some sort of material that re-crackers can't get through? 

Max: Then I have a double re-cracker, which can get through anything in this whole universe. And that's the end, and there's nothing more powerful after that, ever. Period. 

Alexander: He has a double re-cracker. 

Ira: He does sound powerful. 

que sera sera

que sera, sera.

whatever will be will be.

last night I dreamt that my entire family was in a band together. the carvell's. grandma was there. and she was singing. and dancing, right along with all of us. and i do mean all of us. we were all playing different instruments in a big circle and we were awesome. truly and surely. then. one by one, we each took turns dancing, when one person left, the rest would keep playing till they came back then when they did, another pair would go.. it was a pattern, a timed, sequenced art form. to swell in my own happiness, grandma ended up dancing with me. she taught me a sweet little move to "catch all the guys' eyes." a swish, swish, swish of the knees. -it would put them all on their knees. then we went back to playing....joe started the next song on the keyboard, and chuck belted out a tune, unlike any other. we were awesome. 

i danced with adeline. and then...i woke up. que sera, sera.

this is where it leaves me.

it's a cold night in the midwest.
there's a note with the neighbors.
thieving wind withdraws my breath, damages-
dogs break the streets.
i imagine you with me.
the silence, time and again; repeatedly.
can feel my heart beat.
do you know the pain of my one love.
night stills, cigarettes burn.
mind strays. and what would you say..
our own world.
love and desire.
truth and words.
run into each other love. from lips to fingers.
it's a cold night in the midwest.
our own world. endlessly, i stay.

photo: michael kenna

desiderata

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. 

by Max Ehrmann


the end is my sweetest part. i feel those thoughts often dash through my mind on the strangest of days. anyway,




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i'm afraid that's only the chorus, but if you wanted to know what the lyrics were to be...

Sweet Adeline

In the evening when I sit alone a-dreaming
Of days gone by, love, to me so dear,
There's a picture that in fancy oft' appearing,
Brings back the time, love, when you were near.
It is then I wonder where you are, my darling,
And if your heart to me is still the same.
For the sighing wind and nightingale a-singing
Are breathing only your own sweet name.

cho: Sweet Adeline, (My Adeline,)
     My Adeline, (My Adeline,)
     At night, dear heart, (At night, dear heart,)
     For you I pine. (For you I pine.)
     In all my dreams, (In all my dreams,)
     Your fair face beams. (Your fair face beams.)
     You're the flower of my heart,
     Sweet Adeline. (My Adeline.)

I can see your smiling face as when we wandered
Down by the brook-side, just you and I,
And it seems so real at times 'til I awaken,
To find all vanished, a dream gone by.
If we must meet sometime in after years, my darling,
I trust that I will find your love still mine,
Though my heart is sad and clouds above are hov'ring
The sun again, love, for me would shine. [Chorus]