Paolo
Profile
- Name
- Paolo
- Age
- 26
- City
- Sydney
- Country
- Australia
- Joined
- Feb 2007
I wish I had been there to see my birth.
Had I been there I might have been able to “sus” it out – all that violent movement.
As time goes by it becomes more and more evident that everything, even time, is completely still. Motion is just a trick of the eyes.
You can see it if you stare at it for a few frames. That’s what it all is. Frames. Still pictures and still moments joined together by an over active brain. I wish.
NOTE: The am really interested in producing, viewing and experimenting with the written word – as such the “art” is more just a collection of my favourite photo moments…I realise how amateur they appear =)
Groups
Paolo is a member of A Novel Idea, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Word Tree and WMG.
Journal Entries
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Posted 3 months ago.
This is for everybody
Posted 3 months ago.
The bubble
Posted 3 months ago, 1 comment so far.
The Macroman
Posted about 1 year ago.
AustrAlien
Posted about 1 year ago.
What it must feel to be close
Posted about 1 year ago.
5th of February 07
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Palm trees
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Linen
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Crestfallen and with himself
Posted about 1 year ago.
Writing
Jesus H Christ - Script, need some helpful critique
EPISODE 1 – The curse of the fig tree Scene Internal Jesus’ Bedroom The phone rings continuously as a bearded, 29 year old man rolls around in his small single bed.
Mr Shaggy Bones
Cataclysmic force, red and orange elliptical fire balls on a black background. Flying fists, fury and grimacing faces set against the black sky and a billion incandescent stars.
Hide-and-seek
I had been tagged. I was it. My lips filled with the number ten.
Michael the mouse
The room had been constructed into academic squares, arranged lazily about the paraphernalia of scientific experimentation.
the word the way
It is the first and last and the most anthropomorphic of beings.
Realising that I wasn't a part
How I felt that morning
