Choosing Content for "What We're Made Of"
While choosing printers and making design decisions for this self-publishing venture is difficult enough, one of the hardest choices to make has been regarding book content. What We’re Made Of has multiple purposes. Its first purpose is to be enjoyable to those who read it, to have words and pictures that inspire, encourage or make one question. Its second purpose will be for me personally, as …
A Self-Publishing Adventure: What We're Made Of
I am gathering up a lot of the creations I have made over the years (poetry, short essays, artwork) and compiling a book. I have chosen to use Lulu to self-publish my book, which will be titled What We’re Made Of. I’ll be writing these entries periodically to document my work. Hope you’ll all enjoy the journey with me.
I chose Lulu over Blurb f…
My God.
I don’t write in this journal very often, but I don’t consider this short whinge fest totally worthy of my site, so…
It’s 5am, and I’m to “wake up” in two and a half hours to head out for a 9am exam from hell. Totally sick of uni and would drop out if it wouldn’t get me promptly deported from Australia. The conformity is hurting my head and heart.
Whine, whine, whine.
And cheese.
...
I shot some people.
http://www.leliathomas.com/2008/05/26/the-gardener-my-first-short-film/
What’d you expect? ;)
Discontinuation: Cactus Bed, Mountain Rise
Sometimes it’s just time to say goodbye. With careful consideration, I have decided to discontinue Cactus Bed, Mountain Rise, a photo I took in Tucson, Arizona, back in 2004. It’s had a good long run in my portfolio here and on my personal website, but I do not think it accurately represents the kind of work I do…
Blue Light
Turns out being mentally well is like winning the lottery, except you don’t get to buy a ticket for this game. You’re either normal, or you’re not, and the definitions of such a concept change over time. Some people are crazy for a while. Some people are crazy forever. Some people who you think should be locked up are called productive citizens.
What is normal anymore? What was ever normal…
When the Rain Fell
Rain fell in the January cold, /
Rushed up on her defenses in the night. /
And gates bent beneath the weight /
Of flooding words and waves of fact—/
And it was far too late. /
There’s dry earth beneath her skin now /
That no flooding water will sate, /
She’s burned up with bitterness and painful anger, /
Tired of her silence beneath the roaring thunder….
Psyched. :D
My photo manipulation Free (see the making of slideshow) has made the short list!
Wish me luck. It would mean so much to me to have any of my work make it into a gallery, but even more so that pie…
The Sad Clown
Let the music begin, /
I will dance for you. /
I will smile and twirl /
In my many colours. /
Some shall laugh. /
Some shall fear.
I dance for you, /
For you alone, /
And yet you are gone. /
Tears darken my many colours. /
Some shall laugh. /
Some shall fear.
The lights burn brilliantly—/
Golden hues upon my powdered face, /
My…
Faded Stars and Stripes
The stars flash white amid royal blue,
As snowy lines bend to the breeze;
Dancing, curling, rippling red blood lines–
The crisp snap of cloth while riding high.
The teachings and trust are deeply rooted,
As all the children stand tall and proud;
Hand on heart, eyes cast upward: liberty drips from little lips–
The haunting echo of words in a one-room schoolhouse.
The guards have them…