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“Nothing is Easier Than…”

13 Thursday Nov 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Experimental, Photography, Quotations

≈ 32 Comments

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Abstract, Abstract Photography, Black and White, Crime, Dark, Experiemental, Literature Quotes, Odd, Pain, Photography, Quotes, Skull, Thoughts

Thinking's Shadow-2“Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea”
– Dylan Thomas

Empty Skull“Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky

A Loopy Night“I pulled out the letter. It was a receipt for putting my little dog to sleep. When I realized what they’d done, I think I screamed…I believe that this was the moment the world lost me, for pain quickly turned to fury.”
– Edward Bunker, Education of a Felon

Midnight Scroll“Winter was gray and mean upon the city and every night was a package of cold bleak hours, like the hours in a cell that had no door.”
– David Goodis, Of Tender Sin

Concentration“I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library.”
-Jorge Luis Borges

Into Bloodless Blooms

08 Friday Aug 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry

≈ 11 Comments

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Colour, Dark, Floral, Florida, Nature, Nikon, Photography, Poetry

Spinal TapA splinter of sun

Bores deep into

A clustered column

Of bloodless blooms

Like a spinal tap

Nerve Endings

Opioid Blizzard

13 Friday Jun 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry

≈ 18 Comments

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Abstract, Black and White, Childhood, Dark, Entropy, Neglect, Photography, Poetry, Rain

Asphault SummerCreeping grey shadows-
The young evening rain-
Spindling down ridges
Of a blue landscape
Jagged spine rising
With thin crimson veins
Bound about this face
So stumbling inert
Quashed and well-erased
Thoughts, like sooty stains,
Squelched, livid between
These muddy fingers
Groping through the gap-
Opiod Blizzard

AsphaultDroll and frenzied cries
Waft up from below
As the metal groans
Deft feet kicking
Minims ricocheted
Her soft infant face
Punched with eyes of stone
Hands red and rusting
In this place, her home,
Wet, bent and ugly
A one-swing grace-land
In a pebble sea
Pendulous laughter
Like sugar in rain
Dissolving slowly

Asphault RodentMuculent trenches
The buckling of time
Her maimed childhood
A mute, mewling cry
In the yard below
Her timid summons
A wind- brushed, hollow
Drowned at the window
Never leaking through-
Opiod BlizzardPaternal instinct
Escaping through gleet
Glinting on grey toes
Razored knees, limp eyes
Fixed on the canvas
Of barren ceiling
So stoic, above-
Restive memory
Cryogenic now
Such impotent Love
And nothing beyond-

Asphault loansSagging plastered sky
And a muffled sound
Perhaps a housefly
At the window
Has come ’round

Pothered in Fists of Cloud

07 Saturday Jun 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Art, Experimental, Photography, Poetry

≈ 26 Comments

Tags

Black and White, Cat, Dark, Experimental, Nature, Odd, Photography, Poetry, Portrait, Processing, Thoughts

Despair00 Disdain

Pothered in

Fists of cloud

Slippery rain

With

Ashen light

Sliding off the

Rims of ripplesThingTwigs snapping

Louder than thunder

Creosote eyes

Wearing the storm

Cinder breath

Pawing through

Living yarnStringA cat chasing a mole

 

This Sky Shan’t Inherit any Stars Tonight

03 Thursday Apr 2014

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Quotations

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

Abstract, Black and White, Dark, Film, Ingmar Bergman, Lights, Neon, Night Photography, Noir, Photography, Quotes, Red, Thoughts

DSC_5542“You know, I’d almost forgotten what your eyes looked like. Still the same. Pissholes in the snow.”
– From the film “Get Carter”

Intrepid “See the smoke trembling under the roof as if with fright? Yet when it gets out in the air, it has the whole sky to swirl about in. But it doesn’t know that, so it huddles and trembles in the soot under the roof. It’s the same with people. They quiver like a leaf in the storm, afraid of what they know and what they don’t know.”
– From the film “The Virgin Spring” (“Jungfrukällan”)

Hamburger Knees

16 Thursday May 2013

Posted by smilingtoad in Art, Experimental, Photography, Poetry

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

Addiction, Black and White, Dark, Experimental, Experimental Photography, Facial Expression, Grainy, Night Photography, Noir, Poetry, Rain, Shadow

Hitchcock might just like this one...

Smoky rain snivels through hacking breeze

Neat tidy mind savagely tangled

Wrangled, scraping-bleak, sliding off Speed

Man crumpled on two hamburger knees

Dusty eyes the green of dying leaves

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Brain’s Fumigation

15 Tuesday Jan 2013

Posted by smilingtoad in Art, Experimental, Poetry

≈ 6 Comments

Tags

Art, Chaos, Comic Book Art, Dark, Drawing, Experimental, Ink, Line Art, Noir, Poetry, Silly, Sketch, Strange, Thoughts, Urban

Those Miry Thoughts

Pluvial wreckage-

The Hurried moored in Silence-

Sun flickers through Rain

Below, moldered gloom

Marching of Morning’s commute

Resounding above

Sound of sniffles in the sewer-

Brain’s fumigation

He was born in a nest of claws, with a voice like he swallowed a cactus

Iodine Sun (The Last Geo-Engineer)

03 Wednesday Oct 2012

Posted by smilingtoad in Introspection, Photography, Stories

≈ 4 Comments

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Black and White, Dark, Drear, Fall, Gossamer, Light and Shadow, Nature, Photograph, Prose, Stark, Sunlight, Web, Woods

Iodine sun seeps through the gauze of sulfuric cloud, atmosphere smothered as sunset swims on still pools of flaming auburn. Dead leaves swirl at the surface. Staggering, spilling, fisticuffing with the twisting branches that grasp and clutch, I toss into the prickly, stinging copse of thorns and splinters. There, at last, I find stillness, inhaling the heady scent of decay, visage buried in debris, listening to the writhing of beetles and centipedes beneath.

As a species decants into the Night, there may linger a faded imprint, but Nature utilizes and swiftly forgets her creatures lost- she knows no mourning as a comet smears the evening sky, unseen, and a last breath escapes with a silent wheeze.

Permafrost Voice

25 Wednesday Jul 2012

Posted by smilingtoad in Photography, Poetry

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Caged, Cruel, Dark, Despair, Mannequin, Night Photography, Poetry, Sarcasm, Window Display

A permafrost voice that clicks right into place-

A sundering return, with flashy indifference,

“I can open the door myself!” “No receipt!”

(fuck you, fuck you all…I’m as hard as fuck).

Cruelty is a fashion, like cigarettes or checkered socks.

How fragile and vulnerable you seem to me,

Animal seized behind those gelid metal bars.

Once, you knew of oneric hopes and vital energy,

How to grasp for the heavens and pull down the clouds.

Once you knew…now trapped somewhere inside, it screams,

And I can still hear it through that gun-metal-cocking voice,

An affecting cry so smothered and criminally unheard by most-

Like the brushing sound of a seedling as it pushes through the soil.

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