The Saddest Man in the Room

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The child flung against the cliffs, finally seeking refuge between cracks in the mountain. The scene shifts to fallen room wreaking of cigarettes and a sudden winter cold. He sits solemn on a chair with his heart in his mouth thoughts ablaze and a soul too weak.

Thimagese wind gushes in and on it more sorrows ride, where the man ushers them in and calls for bread and wine. There lurks a heavy fall yet he burns an orange tree. He seeks what cannot be his and weeps to be free.

Not bounded by ropes or by cries of passion, the man wonders of distant hopes and asks if he will smile to the stars or glee to bees?  The showers of spring and a brave new winter to hunt him down slay and slew.

A fondness to his skin and muddled solemn heart, he years for compassion yet…

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How to make a Klecksograph ~ Calling all Artists!

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Welcome to the realm of Apophenia.

Steps to make your own Klecksograph:-

With a dropper or a piece of cotton, gently now, drop drops of ink on to a piece of paper and fold it in half before it becomes dry. When this page is unfolded, you will find a mirror reflection in the halves.

Here’s how:-

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Let the ink smear, let the ink dry, and look deep into it unflinchingly. What do you see?

The inkblots will resemble something from your life because of Apophenia; the human tendency to see patterns in nature, where there may be none.

Klecksography is the art of making images by this method, from inkblots.

Make your own Klecksographs and send them to us at – inkblood.info@gmail.com – and we will upload them to the album titled Coagulation Klecksography 2014!

Take a look here – http://tinyurl.com/majfxes  

In the words of Peter Brugger…

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InkBlood Coagulation 2014

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InkBlood ~ Writing from the vein, presents Coagulation 2014

InkBlood Coagulation 2014 is a month long celebration of Poetry and Art, featuring a one of a kind Poetry Contest!

For the next thirty (30) days we will be indulging in Klecksography and Poetry together, learning to appreciate the beautiful relationship shared between these two exquisite forms of art.

Must see!

How to make a Klecksograph ~ http://tinyurl.com/ksb3ok2

Submitting your poem ~ http://tinyurl.com/n3sjc3k

The point of this event is to write Poems inspired by the Klecksographs submitted by other artists, and to submit your own Klecksographs, which will serve as inspiration for other poets!

At the end of thirty days we will declare three (3) winners –

Two winners will each win a specially designed, beautiful Collector’s Edition in-house published book of all the Klecksographs and Poems submitted to
InkBlood Coagulation 2014 – [16th January to 16th February 2014]

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3 Timeless Movie Dance Scenes That You Must Try

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1. Pulp Fiction: You Never Can Tell by Chuck Berry

This popular rock and roll number by Chuck Berry is perfect for some crazy-wacky dancing. In Pulp Fiction (1994) Uma Thurman and John Travolta (Mia Wallace and Vincent Vega respectively in the movie) performed for the main prize competition at a story bound restaurant called Jack Rabit Slim’s. This is one of the best dance scenes I’ve ever seen. Now and then I try it out at parties and clubs. It’s a winner!

2. Little Miss Sunshine: Super Freak by Rick James

Super Freak is known as the signature song for Rick James. This kinky number can get you grooving right from the first drum beat. In Little Miss Sunshine (2006) baby Olive Hoover (Abigail Breslin) performs at a little girl’s beauty pageant and kills it with her innocence and raawwwwrrr!!!

The scene showcases the family’s support towards Olive being who she…

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Hate, My Beloved One

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There’s a lot of love that goes into hate.

To nurse it at our breast.

To nurture it like it were our own blood and bones.

 

We let it burgeon.

We let it rise high.

 

And one day we’re faced with this monster we’ve birthed.

There’s a sharp knife through our back.

Piercing right through our chest.

Because that’s all hate has ever known to do.

Betray.