Considering how much time I spend on Tumblr, it’s only natural that I will occasionally use it as it was intended: to share and discover creative endeavors. As a tool for people to access and respond to art in a consumer culture-friendly way, it really can’t be beat. Here are a few gems I found, loved, and reblogged in recent fits of excitement.
Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day Don’t look now I’m fading away Into the gray of my mornings Or the blues of every night Is it that my nails keep breaking Or maybe the corn on my second little piggy Things keep popping out on my face or of my life It seems no matter how I try I become more difficult to hold I am not an easy woman to want They have asked the psychiatrists psychologists politicians and social workers What this decade will be known for There is no doubt it is loneliness If loneliness were a grape the wine would be vintage If it were a wood the furniture would be mahogany But since it is life it is Cotton Candy on a rainy day The sweet soft essence of possibility Never quite maturing I have prided myself On being in that great tradition albeit circus That the show must go on Though in my community the vernacular is One Monkey Don’t Stop the Show We all line up at some midway point To thread our way through the boredom and futility Looking for the blue ribbon and gold medal Mostly these are seen as food labels We are consumed by people who sing the same old song STAY: as sweet as you are in my corner Or perhaps just a little bit longer But whatever you do don’t change baby baby don’t change Something needs to change Everything some say will change I need a change of pace face attitude and life Though I long for my loneliness I know I need something Or someone. Or….. I strangle my words as easily as I do my tears I stifle my screams as frequently as I flash my smile it means nothing I am cotton candy on a rainy day the unrealized dream of an idea unborn I share with the painters the desire To put a three-dimensional picture On a one-dimensional surface -Nikki Giovanni
“Escape” – Jeremy Miranda
Honeysuckle bees, my skin smells of sun, the insides of roses. I want to eat that light. Every thing that grows does. -Lyn Lifshin
“Sleep” – Gustave Courbet
Old Lover Poem #54 Now, in retrospect you run your course like a mantra. I am sure you are still building gold-foil pyramids and hiding out in them til spring. Your left eye (for love) is two sizes larger than your right as you gaze into the mandala. On your wall are paintings which still do not impress me. I am certain that your touch would still turn my knees and elbows back to wine, Old things I learned from you float before me always looking like something else. Upon waking I will eat a huge breakfast. Your paintings are nearby and you are out in the garden telling the trees and flowers that they too are getting better all the time. -Judy Kastner Skillman