My Little Utopia

{ December 3, 2007 @ 21:53 } · { Blogroll, aletta, keepers notes }
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And if there aren’t enough places where I’ve deposited my portfolio and photographs now I have one more: http://www.aletta.org/img-bin/coppermine/ . The advantage here is that I am hosting my own site here and that makes me the maker of the rules. I am so sick and tired of sites which dictate to me such absurdities as nudity is never art and at the same time can’t grasp the notion that filth (and I mean filth as in stuff gross and dirty) and violence are just fine, the gorier the better. Somehow to be filthy mouthed just for shock value is fine but to utter “fuck” in total exasperation by a fictional character is not. Well this spot on the Internet is my utopia and only my rules apply. If it is artistically justified and the work has merit I will happily host it. Creepy painted clowns with oversized eyes like the ones John Wayne Gayce used to paint (and even sell) from jail will be cheerfully deleted.

So if you are an artist with a place to post some artwork without having to worry that the censors fearing things like nipples would have them removed, join me at my gallery and you need have no such worries.

Angel Falls

{ July 7, 2007 @ 2:09 } · { aletta, man or myth, poetry }
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angel falls

There was a great flapping of wings,
enough to cause the water to spill over the banks,
or so it was said,
this was the reason to call it Angel Falls.

I saw no angels
sitting on the bank of the river
heard no wings
flapping above my head.

Clearly the water still rushed, over the side
into a small seemingly bottomless pool
for some reason it bade me
and inexplicably I jumped.

There was a great flapping of wings
and I found myself wet and tired
on the bank of the river
beside Angel Falls.

I knew better than to look into the abyss;
how strange,
that temptation and salvation,
exist but a heartbeat apart.

Olympic Size Poverty

{ May 30, 2007 @ 21:27 } · { aletta, horrors of the everyday, non-fiction darkness }
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waiting hoping begging

Longs days and little to show, his reasons don’t matter, it shouldn’t happen, not if the world were really kind and evolved, but maybe we’re not evolving, maybe we’re devolving

hard to be human

My dog, the natural scavenger watches the human forage for scraps, while himself well fed and well housed, steps away from a full bowl of kibble and treats.

What kind of society makes it illegal for humans to let a dog be homeless, unfed or otherwise un-cared for, yet finds it acceptable that humans are homeless, hungry and deprived of respect and companionship. A homeless person is somehow fit to remain in the harsh outdoors but the dog will be rescued from his homeless master?

Does this city commit to billions on amateur sport event hosting and turn it’s back on the crisis of poverty and neglect endemic in its own population?

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