Monday, June 03, 2013
Sunday, June 02, 2013
Saturday, June 01, 2013
Poem: The Quest
By Jack Brummet
It’s all one story—
A ragged shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be seen, tasted, heard, and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenes,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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It’s all one story—
A ragged shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be seen, tasted, heard, and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenes,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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Peace along the Columbia: a respite from the Sasquatch Festival
By Jack Brummet
I went for a walk at Sasquatch to clear my head, and stumbled into nothing.
Ten minutes after being in the middle of 25,000 people partying, all of a sudden I was completely alone with nary a human or animal in sight. And I shot this photograph.
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I went for a walk at Sasquatch to clear my head, and stumbled into nothing.
Ten minutes after being in the middle of 25,000 people partying, all of a sudden I was completely alone with nary a human or animal in sight. And I shot this photograph.
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Stazzi paints with Tonia Calderon
By Jack Brummet, Art Ed.
I had to share this photo of a budding young artist. On the left is my great (some people believe the correct term is "grand") nephew Stazzi working with the artist Tonia Calderon [http://www.toniacalderon.com/#!/home] on a painting of Malcolm X. Is this cool, or what?
I had to share this photo of a budding young artist. On the left is my great (some people believe the correct term is "grand") nephew Stazzi working with the artist Tonia Calderon [http://www.toniacalderon.com/#!/home] on a painting of Malcolm X. Is this cool, or what?
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Friday, May 31, 2013
Poem: The Islands from eight miles high
By Jack Brummet
To settle on the sea floor
Like an archipelago of Atlantises.
Islands come and go,
Bobbing up and bobbing down
Like lost corks
Drifting the seven seas,
Treading continents,
And the islands and straits.
They crest the waves
Beneath gathering clouds
As flocks of birds
Circumnavigate the globe,
Shuttling from landfall to landfall.
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Beneath a chiseled frieze of cerulean blue
Islands recede into the waterTo settle on the sea floor
Like an archipelago of Atlantises.
Islands come and go,
Bobbing up and bobbing down
Like lost corks
Drifting the seven seas,
Treading continents,
And the islands and straits.
They crest the waves
Beneath gathering clouds
As flocks of birds
Circumnavigate the globe,
Shuttling from landfall to landfall.
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Thursday, May 30, 2013
Poem - from the Poetry Generator: The Cloud Endures
By Jack Brummet, and the poetry generator
1
The cloud endures like a red sun.
Winds calmly rise like a dead captain.
2
Love, adventure, and anger.
Work, anger, and death.
3
Laughter, anger and death.
The dusty skyscraper grabs the truck.
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The cloud endures like a red sun.
Winds calmly rise like a dead captain.
2
Love, adventure, and anger.
Work, anger, and death.
3
Laughter, anger and death.
The dusty skyscraper grabs the truck.
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Poem: Sailing To Naxos, or, The Vortex
By Jack Brummet
Sailing the poly-blue Aegean
On a hot day in a steamy haze,
Our ship makes a wide looping turn
A few kilometers off
The white house-dappled shore
Of Naxos, parked in the sea
Like a gem in a finding,
The houses and villas
Strung along the shore
And two layers above
Like a three strand pearl necklace
On the stout and broad neck of a Cyclops,
Waiting to leap from the sea,
And use our ship to beat the sea
Into a churning and foaming
Soup of whirlpools and funnels
That suck everything in sight
Into a sapphire blue vortex,
The water cooling each meter,
As it swirls down and cascades
Into Neptune's drain and picks up speed
As it descends into the dark
And lonely bottom of the sea. ---o0o---
On a hot day in a steamy haze,
Our ship makes a wide looping turn
A few kilometers off
The white house-dappled shore
Of Naxos, parked in the sea
Like a gem in a finding,
The houses and villas
Strung along the shore
And two layers above
Like a three strand pearl necklace
On the stout and broad neck of a Cyclops,
Waiting to leap from the sea,
And use our ship to beat the sea
Into a churning and foaming
Soup of whirlpools and funnels
That suck everything in sight
Into a sapphire blue vortex,
The water cooling each meter,
As it swirls down and cascades
Into Neptune's drain and picks up speed
As it descends into the dark
And lonely bottom of the sea. ---o0o---
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
The Adolph Hitler tea kettle
By Jack Brummet, Commerce Ed.
The beleaguered JC Penney company withdrew this kettle today. It caused an international uproar after people decided that it looked like Adolph Hitler. And it kind of does.
The beleaguered JC Penney company withdrew this kettle today. It caused an international uproar after people decided that it looked like Adolph Hitler. And it kind of does.
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