Fragment Friday

1.         They are installing gas lines in the neighborhood. The noises are strange, and the dogs have commentary on each and every one.

2.         How come the last two chapters of my novel are taking me as long as the first thirty-eight chapters?

3.         My lilacs are finally blooming. A deep sniff walking in from the garage is enough to make me giddy.

4.         I didn't know that birds starting chirping before it was even light out. Insomnia and pre-dawn tweeting are not a pleasant combination. Thinking of buying a plastic owl for the tree.

5.         Too bad the desire to paint every room in your house doesn't actually translate into the will to do so. 


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Exchange 48 - Helios & Phaeton

Print for Baren printmaking exchange number 48.

Medium: Woodblock print (hand rubbed or pulled on a press, B&W or colour, any pigments, any paper)
Theme: MYTHOLOGY, which includes myths and legends from every culture both ancient and modern throughout the world.
Paper: Chuban , about 10 x 7.5 inches (about 24.5 cm x 19 cm)
Paper type: No restriction

Print Title: Helios & Phaeton
Paper Dimension: 10" x 7.5"
Image Dimension: 9.5" x 7.5"
Block: Shina
Ink: Daniel Smith Water-based Relief (Lamp Black)
Paper: Stonehenge
Edition: 45

Comments:
Helios & Phaeton (From Encyclopedia Mythica)
When Phaeton (The son of the sun-god Helios) finally learned who his father was, he went east to meet him. He begged his father to allow him to drive the chariot of the sun across the heavens for one day. Helios reluctantly allowed it. The horses, feeling the reins held by a weaker hand, ran wildly out of their course and came too close to the earth, threatening to burn it up. Zeus noticed the danger and with a thunderbolt he destroyed Phaeton. Phaeton fell down into the legendary river Eridanus where he was found by the river nymphs who mourned him and buried him. The tears of these nymphs turned into amber.

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Finally Spring

After torrential rain and much mud, flowers, and -- Corgis!

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Friday Poetry Fragments

Here are five fragments from various poems I really like.


1.       The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear—

2.       angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night

3.       In my own mind, I'm invisible: that's why I'm dangerous.

4.       the bird makes a sound that is not a word but that you immediately recognize as the sound of your mother’s phone ringing,

5.       Let me stumble into not the confession but the obsession I begin with now.


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