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Featured in IMAGE WRITING (2/24), December 10th, 2010
Featured in CREATIVE, TALENTED AND UNKNOWN, December 10th, 2010
Just….interpret this as you can fancy…I have the last guess here..in this poem.This image has been created with the blending of my own photographs, all worked in Photoshop.The most valuable tool here, I bet has been the distortion one. Precious for creating the circular prespective of the sky. And the spherizing filter too. Besides that I have had a hard job with the selection of the benches….all of them are real. The dummies is my loving “madness” I love them
The great stage is at hand.
A circle of penetrating information,
peace and war sold at a bargain,
meditated gossiping…pearls of fiction.
Fools dummies of tender visions,
delicate armies of nonsensical apparatus.
The circle is closing around the conversation,
audible paranoia of doubtful interpretation.
The audience is snoring behind the glasses,
where politicians magnify the daily treats,
and undervalue the daily treasures.
No one can touch them…
no one can move them…dummy souls.
No one can sniff their perfumes,
or imitate their gait in regalia,
neither can they see beyond their jokes…
in fact…no one can laugh at their laughings,
for the tears are lost….and mystifying
the monotonous monologues.
Too tired to dance with the mob,
too sophisticated to share latrines,
too sweaty behind their laces,
strangled love under pressurized brains.
And I am thinking…
I will close the circle…
and will bring a whole orchestra
to sound loud and whole,
and reversing the trumpets of Jericho
will build a huge missile…
and with all of you…shattering…
in there from fear and cold..
launch it to another dimension,
to hit the vacuum of your hearts..
until next spring,
to see how…