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Fortune Friday Week #54

Everyone must row with the oars she has. Lucky color: Outrageous Orange
Lucky number: 461

Urban Baggage

Black books

black books
for black times
egg shell nightmares

a somber sun hides behind
glass and steel monsters
ready to aim potent weapons

cable blues for artists
waiting for the fix
begging for paper not
worthy of monopoly

black books for black times
cursive zinc white words
psychotic stripes swell
broken spines

red welts
bandaged oozing passions
leaving masters in pieces
emergency rooms storage units

black books for black times earth is square king on each corner gulping electrical wines brewed with Aeschylus's reed
emperors push bull through snow Elpis forgot to melt Benjamin dreams smuggled in crystal snow cones, favors at private parties
welcome to the city of green apples take a bite
up the pressure, the party goes on  till the break of blue. . .

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art and poetry ©2014 Suzanne Coley

Pulchritudinous

I have finally gotten around to cataloging my abstract works created in the New York City, and selling them on my Online shop.

Fortune Friday Week #53

Regret, like a tail, comes at the end.  Live bold.
This week I re-opened my shop on Etsy.  I was going to wait until my solo art exhibition in October at
Baltimore Public Library.  Then I decided now is the best time.  Stop by.

The Raggedy Man

W'y, the Raggedy Man -- he's ist so good,
He splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood;
An' nen he spades in our garden, too,
An does most things 'at boys can't do,
He clumbed clean up in our big tree
An' shooked a' apple down for me
An' 'nother 'n', too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann-
An' 'nother 'n', too fer Raggedy Man,
Ain't he a' awful kind Raggedy Man?
Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
    ~ excerpt from The Raggedy Man by James Whitcomb Riley
The Poems and Prose Sketches of James Whitcomb Riley, 1898, p 46-47

I love James Whitcomb Riley's poetry, especially the way he captures the innocence of childhood and American dialect.

Fortune Friday Week #52: Unfolding Beauty

Here's to life and its unfolding beauty as we journey on.
  ~ Gina Morakinyo

A few weeks ago a mathematician reminded me of the beauty of handwritten correspondences.
He presented me with two large packages filled with postage stamps and envelopes from all over the world.  (A few countries no longer exist.)
Today I was going through the packages, and found a hand cancellation stamped on the back of one of the envelopes from Kiev: Baltimore, MD, July 17, 1993.





Mental Monday Week #25

Topography of Fear

Water: Understanding its Power

My final exam.
 Niagara Falls.
 A little over a year ago, I began my journey to overcome my fear of water.
 This week I had my final exam at Niagara Falls.
It was amazing!

Mental Monday Week #24

Topography of Soul

Fortune Friday #51

It is never too late to say Thank You!  I mailed the last batch of "hand printed gifts" to my followers.
 Many thanks to everyone who sent his/her address to me.
 A special thanks to everyone who met me in person.
 Have a wonderful weekend!
(Yes, the chair is made out of books.)

The Anxious Artist learns . . .

It has taken me years to learn how to slow down and really feel the present,
connect with nature, and live in the moment.
Today when I went swimming, someone posted this message on the board.  During an interview the Dalai Lama was asked what surprised him most about humanity, and he responded:

"Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money.  Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived."