Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Wednesday's Challenge

pastiche [pa-steesh, pah-]
1. a literary, musical, or artistic piece consisting wholly or chiefly of motifs or techniques borrowed from one or more sources.
2. an incongruous combination of materials, forms, motifs, etc. taken from different sources; hodgepodge.

See also the definition for an exhaustive set of synonyms.

Kerry challenged us to do a prompt on this word, this technique called Pastiche!   I'm excited she thought of me, when it comes to hodgepodge.  Thank you Kerry~

I found this quote, which I think really does sum up the idea, so well, at least in my opinion!

"Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work(and theft) will be authentic." -Jim Jarmusch

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
with a million eyes
sometimes is miffed and muddled
by her search of wonder
in pale hours it is lost among the dust, the fog, the dangled light
every thing will change her world
as the blue hour awakes Dali's Tangerine Rose
meditative mood lost in wonder and clouded white
awakens Lucy
she cries wondering when she will change the world

Lucy hears her whispers
in the universe
sees through night's fog
beyond the backdrop of Lunar's casted light
the romance of the world
every thing will change her world
Lucy tends a twinkling garden of silver bells and cockleshells
and sees the snail's silver trail of thin light
move time's course
every thing going to change her world
hidden secrets blanketed in indigo dreams
when red sun's delight aligns 
and cascaded light awakens her sister
Lucy knows the
it changes everything
but so won't hers
String's theories song
waiting for the sunbird to arrive daily
spreading  her tail feathers and the perfect color
of day's dance spirals forth
Lucy knows everything will change her world
she waits for her chance to paint with her portrait
with kaleidoscope eyes
 the vapors of cataracts lift
drifting the wet pools of color into 
a river of sight
everything is going to change her world
like a million eyes
seeing her dreams
you will thank the Universe
She paints after a temper tantrum
her art makes a 

random appearance, it soothes you
her painting
make you smile
and thank the Universe
every thing is going to change her world
when she shares
you'll see...

 Photo: Patrick Emerson

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The Dickens with dickens


Parking lot drama
fighting over space
Hurry scurry through the door
they run at a mad pace
holiday sales, blue light specials
Black Friday,
discounted red coupons
Marketed by color
we're in the red
we want the black
and Santa wears those
red light, green light
more like yellow
why, why
 rush in, race to find
run to check out
 near the exit
let's go, let's move and 
at the final 
 electronic doors
they turn into rusty robots
their butts stick out, arms
lean forward, they tilt
they text and stop right after they
get out of the last door.
like a funeral 
moving slow, then stop
traffic jam 
hey what's the hold up
the funeral was back at the register
let's move
move along
there is nothing to see