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Still thinking about bin Laden (though I’d just as soon not)

May 4, 2011

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My brain is still reeling over the death of bin Laden, still caught in a very strong mix of feelings, all much much more somber than jubilant. Robert Klitzman, the brother of a victim of the 9/11 attacks, writes an op-ed piece, “My Sister, My Grief,” in today’s New York Times that encapsulates some of these mixed feelings–a kind of relief that the U.S. has finally accomplished its specific mission, a re-awakened grief for the specific deaths and losses of 9/11 as well as for the decade of deaths and war, a worry about reaction chains of violence (both past ones, such as the war in Iraq, and future ones) and, underneath all of that, concern about the hatred and history and misunderstanding, manipulation, greed, prejudice, and genuine disagreements, that continue to divide and menace the world and that are a lot more powerful than a single man.

I’ve been thinking a lot too about the specifics of Obama’s mission. Even as a pacifist, a long-term vegetarian, someone who just abhors the idea of killing, I realize that any capture of bin Laden, attempted trial, would have been a nightmare, likely leading to hostage taking around the world.

All these concerns make me very glad not to be involved in politics, not to be one of the people making these types of decisions. Last night just thinking about it, I wanted to get back to something simple, down to earth.

What I came up with was bread. Rolls just out of the oven, still on a rather corroded baking sheet. That’s what those lumps up there are supposed to be.

Thinking About Different Things…errr…the Same Things

May 3, 2011

Reporters, yesterday, described “relief” as the primary emotion experienced by those interviewed at the World Trade Center site  about the capture and killing of bin Laden.  I live right next to the World Trade Center site, and a part of me does feel a kind of relief over these events.  There’s another part of me, however,  that can only put the words “relief” and “the face of terrorism” into a single sentence  if I also add in the phrase “just not think about it.”  Example:  ‘the only way I can feel relief in the face of terrorism is to just not think about it.”

The fact is that if you live down here, and pass the site every day, you really do have to make an effort to banish past and possibly future events from your mind and to just go on with your daily activities.

In my case, these  activities have lately involved goofing around on the iPad or iPhone, especially with the great painting app “Brushes”, and more recently with the photo app, “Photogene.”   Above is a painting of lilacs that I made with the Brushes App using a real photograph as a visual model.  I then deleted the photograph (it had been a separate “layer” in the painting), and saved my own painting as a photo.  That’s what’s above.

I then pulled the painting/photo up on Photogene, which offers a bunch of cool filters to adjust it.   Below is the same painting, filtered as a “comic.”

Not perhaps a great art, but a great way of occupying the mind.

 

P.S. – These pictures got cropped a bit weirdly in the upload to WordPress!  One of the hazards of working digitally.

IPad Art, Brushes App, Photogene, Lots of Options – Elephant/Pony Show

May 1, 2011

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If you like to play at art-making, as I do, the iPad offers lots and lots of ways of wasting time.

There are many art apps.  The one I know is the Brushes App (also used with great success by David Hockney.)   My lack of knowledge of all the intricacies of the App also requires me to combine it with a great photo App called Photogene, which includes editing, framing, and filtering tools.

One of the big keys to using the Brushes App is the use of layers, which allows you to change backgrounds and foregrounds and details.  The iPad Brushes App allows for at least six of these; they can be deleted, added, put in front or behind one another, allowing for a lot of change and adaptation.

Photogene has these wonderful filters which allow you to completely change the highlighting and coloring of a drawing.

At any rate, some variations below:

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National Poetry Month – Day 29 – Royal Couplet

April 29, 2011

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National Poetry Month – Day 28 – “Relic”

April 28, 2011

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Relic

Poets write of rust, decay, time wearing out or thin,
but time’s spin makes for a preciousness too, imparts
like dew, an aura, as seen around
Ty Cobb’s dentures, still firm, at The Baseball Hall
of Fame, George Washington’s at Mt. Vernon.
Even the belongings of the obscure
acquire the gild of treasure–the small green
rubber boots bought as a joke for my dog
found fifty years later in my mother’s garage.
And then there are objects that become relics
even before time’s passage.  I think of
the chocolate Easter egg, kept in the freezer, that my grandmother took a nibble
from every night before her fall; she’d gotten less than
half-way through; my mother saved the remainder, still foil-wrapped
in blue, for years afterwards, the surface of the
chocolate whitening like the cataract over an eye, making it
harder and harder to see what was once so clearly
in front of you.

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National Poetry Month – Day 26 – Posting To The Other Side ( A Dog Poem)

April 26, 2011

Very pleased with my iPad 2 drawing above!  This one is of my dog Pearl, an old dog but very much extant.  Draft poem of the day below.

Posting To The Other Side

You talk to me of waterfalls.
I think not so much of spray–well, yes, I think of
spray, splash, droplets, glasses bespeckled–
but what I think of most
is this side and that,
the icy flow of everchanging wall, the stillness
behind that wall, and how,
as a child, when my dog died
my first beloved dog, that is, the first
dog who felt truly younger than me, needful of my protection,
I tried, like Demeter, to reach beyond such a wall, to
communicate, as it were, with the other side–no easy task with a canine–
and how, since I was already being mystical, I wrote the dog a letter,
and since I was desperate in my grief, I posted that letter
in one of my Junior Britannicas, a cherry red series of volumes,
under the letter D, praying that the Dog (Deceased)
would find it, and how, for many months afterwards,
I was afraid to open that volume, to retrieve that carefully
folded piece of lined notepaper,
in case it was still there.

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Happy Easter (from iPad 2)

April 24, 2011

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With a combination of apps, I am slowly learning to do things on a digital device that are much much easier with good old-fashioned paints and paper, What fun!

Happy Easter! Happy Spring!

National Poetry Month – Day 22- “How to draw an elephant”

April 23, 2011

Agh!!!!!  Today was a very busy day in which I also tried to experiment with different ways of typing text into drawings.  I really don’t have the right application for this yet, or don’t know how to use what I have.    Any suggestions are welcome.

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National Poetry Month- Day 21- “Sleep-Deprived Ride”

April 21, 2011

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Here’s another poem written in my favorite venue and time – New York City subway car, a.m. just past rush hour. Today, however, I was not in the best mood. Here’s today’s draft poem, again in honor of National Poetry Month.

Sleep-deprived Ride

Three days of 2 AM
makes for a wan
morning commute.
Brain is mute;
colors blur along edges.
When a child screams–SCREAMS–
at the hedge of his
stroller, the brain
twists at its own edge,
or just pushed over,
‘my purse!’ it panics next;
awareness jerks
to the strap
over arm, wrist, lap,
that stolid mass of care that never
stays up past midnight, holds all.
Still there, thank God
(though barely sensed),
still, there.

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National Poetry Month – Day 20 – “Some Things For Which There Is No Compensation”

April 20, 2011

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Here’s a kind of grim poem written in my favorite venue–the New York City subway system.  It’s not about the subway system;  I was actually thinking of Marthe Jocelyn’s book Scribbling Women, and Sei Shonagon of Imperial Japan who wrote The Pillow Book, which includes compendiums of insightful and charming lists.  I’m not sure what I wrote qualifies, but the list idea did help me come up with the draft poem of the day.   (Note that the numbers are part of the poem.)

Some Things For Which There is No Compensation

  1. Not feeling loved.
  2. Or loved enough.
  3. One’s own cruelty.
  4. Burial.
  5. Cremation.
  6. Flowers in any of those circumstances.
  7. No flowers.
  8. Loss of memory/memories.
  9. Of one’s own.
  10. Or others.
  11. Worse, neglect of them:  (a) memories, (b) others, (c) flowers.
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