"... get along little doggie; its your misfortune and none of my own ..."
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Hanoi Back Roads
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| Mostly flowers grow in this farming area in Hanoi. Captured with VN Photo Club Tour/Chuck Kuhn |
Monday, August 30, 2010
LA VUELTA AL COLE!!!!!!!!
Las vacaciones se acaban. Afortunadamente nos han aportado fabulosos momentos, descanso para el cuerpo y el espíritu e, inevitablemente, una buena colección de nuevas fotos;aparte de, por supuesto, alguna que otra Guinness.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
bumpin' buddha wall ...
I took this photo last sat. on 2nd St. in Santa Monica, then added "a little" photoshopping.
I like the intensity of the multiple Buddhas. Originally only one row.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Bac Ha Sunday Market & more
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| Every Sunday, Bac Ha hosts the biggest fair near the mountainous highlands and the Chinese border. It is the largest and most colorful market in the area and attracts throngs of villagers from the surrounding hill tribes. Some walk several hours for the weekly opportunity to trade and barter food, animals, clothes and household goods. 80km from Sapa, Bac Ha Market is not only the place for buying and selling, but also a place for cultural and sentiment exchanging. On the market days, right from the early morning, all paths and mountain roads are full of people and horses pouring to the market. People usually sit in groups around a soup pan ("thang co") eating and chatting |
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Credits
To my mother: light
To the father who raised me: light
To my biological father: light
To R, my brother, to Eli my sister
To the little ones A & N: a smile and a burst of laughter
To the soul of the poor ones, and to the rejected ones.
To Elvira: light, to H: light.
To D: light and love.
To A, to R
To the ones who died right after birth, to the ones who never could exist.
To the lonely ones.
To R.
To the saint people, to our moments of anguish and pain
To the victims of injustice, to the lovely artists.
To the hope, sweet honey from the sky, to those teenagers once we were.
To the ones who fight with a broken heart, yet.
To the hopeless condemned ones, to the demented ones, to the convicted ones, to the lost ones.
To the prostitutes, to the travesties, to the addicted ones, to the beggars, to the innocent victims, to the fool ones.
To the suicidal ones.
To the marginated ones, to every angel of light, born defective or retarded: to their darkest night's scream.
To Val :*
And to every moment and place, according to the necessity of the circumstances, and any further derivation of it.
And to that God, the love, motor of the universe.
To the father who raised me: light
To my biological father: light
To R, my brother, to Eli my sister
To the little ones A & N: a smile and a burst of laughter
To the soul of the poor ones, and to the rejected ones.
To Elvira: light, to H: light.
To D: light and love.
To A, to R
To the ones who died right after birth, to the ones who never could exist.
To the lonely ones.
To R.
To the saint people, to our moments of anguish and pain
To the victims of injustice, to the lovely artists.
To the hope, sweet honey from the sky, to those teenagers once we were.
To the ones who fight with a broken heart, yet.
To the hopeless condemned ones, to the demented ones, to the convicted ones, to the lost ones.
To the prostitutes, to the travesties, to the addicted ones, to the beggars, to the innocent victims, to the fool ones.
To the suicidal ones.
To the marginated ones, to every angel of light, born defective or retarded: to their darkest night's scream.
To Val :*
And to every moment and place, according to the necessity of the circumstances, and any further derivation of it.
And to that God, the love, motor of the universe.
The ballad of Twilight Hotel and of Hell
In Twilight Hotel there is a sun that golds the wooden rooms up.
There aren’t passengers, just fantasms of.
This Lady all spiderwebs and sugar, she roams by the corridors at.
Cuz the night never falls on Twilight Hotel: into our perpetual evening; and the Lady Starlight.
And the Lady Starlight.
(Sometimes I wonder if everything I do is wrong).
All the furniture still remains as intact as neglected; and a crystal doll for.
The fandango of times will never ever leave its patina here.
Just the Sun, and other lions.
Is this strange, Antonella?
If one day I fall victim of your love, I wanna fall in Twilight Hotel; where an essence of the Laura Antonelli’s buttocks is caressed by the perfume of the whiskey.
That whiskey that tastes of storm and varnish.
In Twilight Motel.
Could she recognize our stray steps?
Our anguished pantings...
if one day I become you, and you become I.
Is this strange, Christine?
Do my nightdreams come from my cerebral cells?
Or from the muscles of the sky.
...I fall, but a strange force moves me forward: it’s a metaphor the force, it fits in a fist, the metaphor.
No matter how pouring the storm can be, when I’m crying, I’m still loving you.
The sun shine out there
I’m buried into ice
I just see all black; rage! Rage! Rage!
Enraged like a Velazquez boiling into a pot full of vipers and venom.
The darkness whispers in mysterios ways...
I dreamt of spiderwebs under a heavy storm, the rain falling on stairways of light, it was 1990 and I ran desperate across the blue streets of Summer.
The neon, the taxis of the night and a happy crowd of Norwegian eyes saw me running...my heart was destroyed, I was barefoot, I had no shirt on...I arrived to the downtown, which was a sunny street in my retina: but I was in the middle of the night.
2)
...Hey sugar, I been waiting for you in the Memory Motel, the key to Bangladesh trembled under Alpha Centauri...smashed in 1001 pieces, it becomes white doves flying toward a southern French sun...
There’s a place in your heart for me?
When the amphetaminic queen cries velcro tears in the mirror...then the pale fanfare plays a sick pasodoble...so the fear assaults me.
This place is empty, baby.
3)
The poison of the winds talks silent tonight...talks about things that are completely lost for me.
This place is empty without you.
My sweet life:
Blindfolded in a June’s morning sun, lonely airwaves, desert streetwalls of a London’s Sunday morning.
[If I die tonight
If I abandon this blue-blue world...
I’d wish to be put over a nazi tomb
Like crucified to the pain
And all covered in gasoline and spits, to be set afire to the ground
To the bones
To the blood.
To burn, ardent and high...if I abandon this gray-gray world today.
...And if the furious city of the suicidal ones calls me one day: will your heathen street be in my dreams?
4)
[Suddenly I did wake up, I was dreaming and sad, a sweet voice was telling me “how long will you put advices in your heart?”
The delicate sound of thunder was heard on the avenue of the wolves when I found myself in the scandalous afternoon.
The city or paradise of the suicidal ones was then a vision in my eyes:
There were deep lakes like women souls
It was like a garden of black plants, the most humane of them...
There were men-faced swans, their feet were esparto, and their chest was gas.
Their wings were gauze, they passed by, like whispers...a pale-small sun was hanging from a black sky full of noise.
Noise of exasperation, noise of sincere feelings, noise screaming for justice.
That sky was crying, because it was alive?
5)
If my nightsong made you cry, the bridges to Dieppe are encircled by a morning haze.
If the hours are a river of chrome, diamonds, light & steel, you are the shores.
If I’m all horror, and all shades, at least the sun will shine out there for you...
...even the Sun finds its loving fullness on the Earth, right?
Cuz when the Christ did sweat blood, when big drops of blood fell from his forehead...only the love that takes to the madness and to the death.
If you are a river of chrome, diamonds, light & steel, the time is your shores.
6)
Death and resurrection and death and resurrection of a dream, built in metallic water...the forest of Boulogne will love your feet like radars of rain...
Cuz I think that Paris, on Sunday, it’s only your legs.
And as the “S” river is a mirror of your shadow, the ambulances and La Sureté pass by...sister of the watery eyes, sister of the half-moon hips, my love: tell me...what we are?
7)
Atlas, the ample
Disgusting child of the dark morning gods
Your waves roar on the shores of my small town tonight, and I dream...
[In the halcyon days I used to roam like an androïd pursuing a pelikan
Today I just want to resurrect you in anger, in songs, in stories, in indignation!
Where’s my barbaric cult for your lips and your everything?
Oh, my sweet Saturday-Sunday...my copycat-pipeline...
The huge and blue menthol birds pass flying, I’m sitting down here, now...tonight I crossed the boulevard like a violent dark light: what’s wrong with being a man?
How a woman cries?
How a woman bleeds..?
The troops of invasion left the asylums now
Mangooses and penises-vipers dance calling l’apocalypse des animaux, maintenant.
But to be a man: what’s a man?
Once I was raised and fed with blue shores beyond the ocean, and with the legends of the cosmos...
Then I crossed the Red Sea asleep until my ankles turned into seaweed; yourself.
The almighty Cronos thundered from his astral waters
I prayed for te day.
I dreamt of the lions in love and how they take for granted the narcotic afternoon: pink and yellow.
I dreamt of the Molochs of ice, of your fuchsia lips, of the caliginous Summer...
I dreamt of drunk Guaranies and of white tombs whitened in an Anglo-Saxon style.
I dreamt of the book of your vices, and of the prophecy which will come like a vertigo...
I dreamt of that, which cannot be named, before the final vortex, the nothing of Solaris: heart and dagger...
To be a man: what is to be a man.
In Twilight Hotel there’s a sun that golds the wooden rooms up.
There aren’t passengers, just fantasms of.
This Lady all spiderwebs and sugar, she roams by the corridors at.
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Saturday, August 21, 2010
40 years conjoined ....
Kathy and I are celebrating 40 years of marriage today.
Glad we made it;who'da thunk?
Friday, August 20, 2010
spiky pod thing
this spiky pod-like thing is pretty cool.
when its green the spikes are soft and flexi.
when its not; its not.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
pro-found jellyfish ....
how profound is the jellyfish?
they don't appear all that tidy,
in fact, they seem to be huge slobs.
admittingly, I don't know any personally.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Bluebeard vs. the Lethal Love
This is -finally- the prison: you'll like it; the rough stallion will liquify himself: this prison.
Cute she-cats, replete nymphs: tight shirt/radioactive Sun: claiming for the booty for the prison, the god-prison, happy prison of the god Bluebeard...this prison...
Your scream this time (God please!) It won't be heard
in the prison.
May the labial virgin shine: firm apples of old mistresses, ugly like monkeys
and ancient octopus-wolf women who revive the Lethal Love: this prison...entrance to Hell! Ha ha ha!!!
Cute she-cats, full nymphs, tight shirt/radioactive nipples...claiming for the spoils for the prison
the god-prison, happy prison of the god Bluebeard...this prison...
I hope your scream this time it won't be heard...in the prison.
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dog herding dog chasing frisbee ...
the Ro-ri brothers, two of a kind.
Riley is the champion frisbee guy.
Rowan herds Riley and tries to prevent the "catch",
with very little success, but a lot of distraction.....
Here they both get a lot of exercise,
I think it is the funnest time Rowan has ever had.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
helsinki baby cookies ...
tasty Finnish baby cookies ....
almost too cruel to disturb them
just while you bite into their cute little head.
but ... these babies were made for munching
red or blue for you?
Znorkin' with the past
Some times I self-admit certain flashbacks get me paralyzed, when you watch it's like a parallelogram: see?
The other morning walking down the streets saw a man who looked like Ossie Osborne, totally moving his head assholically and sniffing cocaine; he wore a pastel jacket *Levi's* which was not washed since -I guess- 1974, then a recurrent thinking came to my head, which was already bürning: "is not this unidentified flying element, this UFE, an individual I saw somewhere, somewhat, someday, anyhow?"
The personage kept walking, the morning was plausibly cold though it was July, close to the corner he left some small plastic bag fall from his hands, a while later I heard the sirens of the police: into the supermarket old ladies commented something about someone or anyone; I realized the scones I had in a bag were quite old and rancid: like turds of caniche.
The other morning walking down the streets saw a man who looked like Ossie Osborne, totally moving his head assholically and sniffing cocaine; he wore a pastel jacket *Levi's* which was not washed since -I guess- 1974, then a recurrent thinking came to my head, which was already bürning: "is not this unidentified flying element, this UFE, an individual I saw somewhere, somewhat, someday, anyhow?"
The personage kept walking, the morning was plausibly cold though it was July, close to the corner he left some small plastic bag fall from his hands, a while later I heard the sirens of the police: into the supermarket old ladies commented something about someone or anyone; I realized the scones I had in a bag were quite old and rancid: like turds of caniche.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Fish play ...
fun time, play with the fishy in photoshop.
this is a montage from photos I took at the
Steinhart Aquarium in S.F. in spring '10
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
through the trees ...
the love-shack studio
looking up through the trees
at the sunset clouds above
ocean mists fill the air...
I can really breathe.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Flesh Triangle of the Lost of the Iniquities of Yzrael
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(Leviticus, 3-25)
When Yzrael invaded Canaan; they found the obscure people of the land, whose habits were quite different to the yzraelites' ways.
In the Hebrew law, the sexual relations and the intercourse, had its severe regulations.
If we take a look to their legal texts, like the Leviticus; and permanent references about this aspect, we can see their leaders tried to keep a nation -if not in chastity- yes, in purity and virtue.
The canaanites were degenerate and devious, they had sex on the streets of the nation in the middle of the day; and the canaanite women were vicious and naughty, especially given to the zoophilia, and any sort of deviation, being taken as common, for a woman, to have a horse, a donkey or several dogs as personal lovers.
Even the animals were acquired many times exclusively to fuck with them, especially the donkeys and the horses, because of their huge cocks.
It was usual any sort of sodomy and incest in the country, because the morality of Canaan was quite relaxed, and the most varied and extravagant kind of perversions and sexual abjections was current.
For example, the often habit: to have sex with the horrid and repugnant totemic idols-gods, like Molech or Moloch; it was usual for national and religious feasts, as a symbol of union between the immortals and the mortals; and as thanksgiving, for the last year's fertility of the land, and its subsequent good harvests.
Moloch had a double sex (a vagina and a penis); the whole icon-statue was built in a shiny, tenebricose gray copper...sometimes, after penetrating the idol, the sex of some men got trapped into the metallic vagina, which had a complicated and crazy system to adjust it, and the poor disgraced got castrated drastically.
As well the young women used to masturbate themselves against the Molech's metallic phallus: to have an orgasm from Molech: it was guarantee of a long-fertile life, with lots of children; and that was all and everything a woman could ask in those ancient times.
The incest and the homosexuality were extensive and were seen as common, completely accepted.
It didn't take long for Yzrael to degenerate, living among people so perverted: some yzraelite men started having intercourse with canaanite women, and with their husbands, and yzraelite women with canaanite men, and with their dogs, and canaanite women with yzraelite women, and yzraelite women with Moloch, and canaanite women with the yzraelite donkeys; and everything was a salmagundi.
...But the transgressions of the sons and the daughters of Yzrael wouldn't last, because all the transgressors disappeared mysteriously; and all of the canaanites population were exterminated by a wild cloud of carnivore locusts, coming enraged across the desert from Beersheba, toward this side.
References from the Book of Xrx say that the transgressors of Yzrael were taken, flying on through the air, beyond the big sea, towards the big ocean, and beyond; near to the lands of Ätl; because as the book says:
"...Under the sulphuric waters of the Sargassos or Sargassia, do lie the tombs of Yzrael, for the wise saint prophets to see, after their death; they lie there, forever nevermore, neither alive nor dead, just caught into the neverending döme of Ntyloo, under the polyethylene where they were put, by instances of the enigma; and because of theïr transgression for all to see in a time-tomorrow...THERE, in the Flesh Triangle of the Lost...of the Iniquities of Yzrael..."
And here my narration opens path to the silence.
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"13: Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of thy mother's sister: for she is thy mother's near kinswoman.
14: Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of thy father's brother, thou shalt not approach to his wife: she is thine aunt.
15: Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of thy daughter in law: she is thy son's wife; thou shalt not uncover her nakedness.
16: Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of thy brother's wife: it is thy brother's nakedness.
17: Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of a woman and her daughter, neither shalt thou take her son's daughter, or her daughter's daughter, to uncover her nakedness; for they are her near kinswomen: it is wickedness.
18: Neither shalt thou take a wife to her sister, to vex her, to uncover her nakedness, beside the other in her life time.
19: Also thou shalt not approach unto a woman to uncover her nakedness, as long as she is put apart for her uncleanness.
20: Moreover thou shalt not lie carnally with thy neighbour's wife, to defile thyself with her.
21: And thou shalt not let any of thy seed pass through the fire to Molech, neither shalt thou profane the name of thy God: I am the LORD.
22: Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination.
23: Neither shalt thou lie with any beast to defile thyself therewith: neither shall any woman stand before a beast to lie down thereto: it is confusion.
24: Defile not ye yourselves in any of these things: for in all these the nations are defiled which I cast out before you:
25: And the land is defiled: therefore I do visit the iniquity thereof upon it, and the land itself vomiteth out her inhabitants."
(Leviticus, 3-25)
When Yzrael invaded Canaan; they found the obscure people of the land, whose habits were quite different to the yzraelites' ways.
In the Hebrew law, the sexual relations and the intercourse, had its severe regulations.
If we take a look to their legal texts, like the Leviticus; and permanent references about this aspect, we can see their leaders tried to keep a nation -if not in chastity- yes, in purity and virtue.
The canaanites were degenerate and devious, they had sex on the streets of the nation in the middle of the day; and the canaanite women were vicious and naughty, especially given to the zoophilia, and any sort of deviation, being taken as common, for a woman, to have a horse, a donkey or several dogs as personal lovers.
Even the animals were acquired many times exclusively to fuck with them, especially the donkeys and the horses, because of their huge cocks.
It was usual any sort of sodomy and incest in the country, because the morality of Canaan was quite relaxed, and the most varied and extravagant kind of perversions and sexual abjections was current.
For example, the often habit: to have sex with the horrid and repugnant totemic idols-gods, like Molech or Moloch; it was usual for national and religious feasts, as a symbol of union between the immortals and the mortals; and as thanksgiving, for the last year's fertility of the land, and its subsequent good harvests.
Moloch had a double sex (a vagina and a penis); the whole icon-statue was built in a shiny, tenebricose gray copper...sometimes, after penetrating the idol, the sex of some men got trapped into the metallic vagina, which had a complicated and crazy system to adjust it, and the poor disgraced got castrated drastically.
As well the young women used to masturbate themselves against the Molech's metallic phallus: to have an orgasm from Molech: it was guarantee of a long-fertile life, with lots of children; and that was all and everything a woman could ask in those ancient times.
The incest and the homosexuality were extensive and were seen as common, completely accepted.
It didn't take long for Yzrael to degenerate, living among people so perverted: some yzraelite men started having intercourse with canaanite women, and with their husbands, and yzraelite women with canaanite men, and with their dogs, and canaanite women with yzraelite women, and yzraelite women with Moloch, and canaanite women with the yzraelite donkeys; and everything was a salmagundi.
...But the transgressions of the sons and the daughters of Yzrael wouldn't last, because all the transgressors disappeared mysteriously; and all of the canaanites population were exterminated by a wild cloud of carnivore locusts, coming enraged across the desert from Beersheba, toward this side.
References from the Book of Xrx say that the transgressors of Yzrael were taken, flying on through the air, beyond the big sea, towards the big ocean, and beyond; near to the lands of Ätl; because as the book says:
"...Under the sulphuric waters of the Sargassos or Sargassia, do lie the tombs of Yzrael, for the wise saint prophets to see, after their death; they lie there, forever nevermore, neither alive nor dead, just caught into the neverending döme of Ntyloo, under the polyethylene where they were put, by instances of the enigma; and because of theïr transgression for all to see in a time-tomorrow...THERE, in the Flesh Triangle of the Lost...of the Iniquities of Yzrael..."
And here my narration opens path to the silence.
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Sunday, August 1, 2010
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