Embracing the world with positive creativity since Sept 2007.
Added by Robby Baby (Dark Poet of Amour) on December 30, 2009 at 2:25am — No Comments
This is not particularly a post that everybody will like, because I will take an exclusivist view, which many people are not fond of. Although I start with plastic and visual arts, my real aim has to do with poetry and who calls him or herself a poet, and what is and is not poetry.
As philosopher, I am offended so many times when many people whose doctrine is very poor call themselves "philosophers". Ayn Rand is one of them…
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Author Toni Morrison on cover of Time Magazine January 1998.
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Michael Jackson in superhero mode by artist Nate Giorgio.
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This photograph was taken by a local photographer here in Saint Augustine, Florida,
Added by Kimmy Van Kooten on December 15, 2009 at 2:48pm — No Comments
just sending out my seasons greatings early this year i have long since believed that not only are we all connected to nature but we are in fact all one people i go allong with the belief of most anthropologists and archioligists in that human kind first developed on the savana plains of africa and spread out to colonise the world so we all share a common ancestory but even more in this ever shrinking world we habitate our economics dictate a world… Continue
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I look up to the sky,
nestled under the oceans of my wonderments kiss,
and I can feel her,
lapping at my shores,
her ebbs flowing with my tides within,
and she speaks of amour in the langour of her ocean's waves,
and she tells me that she loves me,
in the currency of a midnight kiss of starshine,
that cuts through the turbulent atmosphere of my wavering…Continue