Adversely
36 creative works found
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A child of a mining community in the Scotland of the 1960s.
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Chinese & Amsterdam Storeys
by Maxwell Edward“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” J…
“Good afternoon Gentlemen. Our delicious Chinese restaurant serves some of the greatest Chinese delicacies. Can I take your orders?” Jermaine takes charge as usual. “I imagine you can sir. Well my friend will have special fried rice and I will have special sweet n sour chicken. Could you make sure it’s especially sweet n sour though? Thanks sir.” People love to eat Chinese. More often the meals though…for the appetisers may prove too fattening over time. Neville and Jermaine have definitely had their share of fattening up over time. Neville is said to eat more Chinese than most Chinese and as for Jermaine, he probably eats more of most things than most people. “Jerry, don’t you think it’s strange how he mentioned they serve some of the greatest Chinese delicacies?” Jermaine who finds nothing short of highly unusual strange, makes a joke from anything less of great importance. “_Why_? What did you expect in a Chinese Restaurant, Indian food?” Neville who hears these jokes more often than not (but still not in appreciation of them) seems to always be misunderstood. “No, I mean, we’re not Chinese. I can’t see anyone in here that is Chinese…In fact I would say that the only Chinese this restaurant ever sees is on the plates. So, they could get away with telling us that this restaurant actually serves the greatest Chinese delicacies. Why would they not?” Jermaine’s opinion always went back to philosophy. “Some wise advice I have for you Nev. Never question the Chinese.” Something about the way the duo talked, it was utter enjoyment. The puns continuously employed emphasised it. A certain kind of pleasure whenever they accompanied one another was unleashed. “Oh Jerry, you got to hear about what happened to my cousin. _You’ll never believe it_…So Ben was in Amsterdam for some time, on holiday or something. Well on the last week he jumped off the top of a three-storey apartment balcony.” Jermaine who believes most things reasonable, but also hesitates in jumping to conclusions always feels obliged to question the situation. “Why the hell would anyone do something like that?” Neville started blushing. He was never as outgoing as Jermaine, even being questioned made him feel slightly insecure. “Well Jerry, you know my cousin Benjamin. No one questions him.” A certain kind of tension was building somewhere between Nevilles growing timidity and Jermaine’s pursuing nerves. “I think anyone thinking about jumping off the third storey of an apartment should be prepared to answer a lot of questions.” There was an uncomfortable short-lived silence between the duos. Neville thought of it as his responsibility to protect his cousin’s reputation, yet his loyalty had previously shown to lead to misdemeanours. Neville decided to break his loyalty for what his reason was telling him was sensibility. “Yeah Jermaine, agreed. Benjamin sure must be a moron hey. Oh, which reminds me, did I tell you he is going to become a lawyer?” The Chinese waiter had brought back the dishes. This is possibly the fastest time a waiter had brought out dishes (which were supposed to be quality cuisines). Then again, Jermaine and his friends always had their doubts about Chinese restaurants. Over their many meals they had discussed many things ranging from the health issues to the political and economic consequences of the different restaurant franchises. The Chinese waiter did not talk this time. He had a chilling frown cast upon his face. Perhaps he had heard their talking? Perhaps it was just the all-round atmosphere of working in such a demanding service. Jermaine and Neville dug into their meals, each choosing their pick of chop sticks and spoon respectively although ironically not in quite a disorderly manner. It was only lucky that Neville chose a spoon for the fried rice to prevent any more mess (if more mess were possible). “So Nev, back to the story; now that you tell me Mr. Benjamin wants to be a lawyer…that makes much more sense; their all lying bastards. This is one big story to you in order to gain your sympathy or something. It can’t really be explained, except that he is behind it all…” “Not true. I saw his bandages and cuts and sores; everything. That can’t really be faked.” “I’m sure for a lawyer, anything can be faked. Any kind of falsehood can be created and unleashed by those guys!” “No seriously. Okay here’s the story, he said he went to a party. He got pretty drunk knowing it was his last week. Who knows maybe he even did…goddamn man it’s Amsterdam! I don’t have to mention the possibilities, their limitless! Anything could have happened. Well anyway, he woke up and that is when the nurse told him what had been reported to her.” “You know what this sounds like? Chinese whispers. She said this; he said that, you say this…” Sceptical Jermaine could never let any possibility go. “Okay whatever, whatever.” Neville had enough. This sort-of-debate had turned into a sort-of-argument. It was time for him to try and change the mannerism of things “Hey Jerry, this kind of talking is probably not good for eating, let’s just eat okay. I mean just the other day I saw the scars and bleeding…well you know.” Eating continued. Polite (enough) slurping of Chinese tea and rice among other things died down the sound of thought. Than Jermaine continued speaking, but not where they left off. “Hey Nev, I’ll be back in a minute. Just have to convenience myself!” Neville sat there. Five minutes boring his intellect- no one to talk to! Jermaine returned. Back to his meal; back to messy eating and the hope of more polite interesting talk. Before Neville had seen it, Jermaine had finished the rest of his special sweet n sour. “Hey Neville, are you still feeling hungry at all?” Before Neville had a chance to reply Jermaine had beckoned the waiter over and ordered “Special Chinese fortune cookies”. The cookies came in no time at all again. It made it seem like there was surely something efficiently magical about this restaurant. “Hey Nev, can you tell me about this story a bit more. So would you get this, I actually heard about a story similar to his; actually two stories, exactly like his…they both sort of were like these crazy stories where these things happened to guys in…well Chinese restaurants actually!” Neville was only half listening, except the information was still unconsciously processing into his mind. He opened his fortune cookie. “No I do not believe it! Coincidences of such do not occur! Madness unleashed!” Neville started shaking intensely, trembling, his usual steady figure rumbling in what looked like fear; his skin pale and pupils dilating and goose bumps on his skin forming. Than he shoved his hands over his head and continued his fearful actions half-hidden by the table. Jermaine grabbed the little slice of Chinese paper, it must be not so fortunate whatever the fortune be he thought! “You will suffer falling three-storeys tonight. Do not question the Chinese” They both sat there; Jermaine seemingly doing and thinking nothing except watching the actions of Neville. Neville with his behaviour turning more and more intense and shocking as seconds progressed and turned into minutes. “Neville!” Neville took no notice, for a moment, to only a moment later reply, “What? Don’t you fucking get this? Can’t you see what’s happening?” Jermaine looked at his watch. Five minutes. Long enough…longer would be dangerous perhaps. “My good friend Neville. I have a confession. I put that note in your cracker…it’s to teach you a lesson really. But it’s also quite a cracker now too to think of it! You should have seen the look on your face! And my friend, I’ll tell you the moral of the story…Question anything with suspicion, even the Chinese, otherwise who knows what will be unleashed!”
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These two unfortunate gentlemen were here come rain come shine, relying on the kindness of passers-by.
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Landscapes – Me Model – Me Model image by the lovely Barssel An imaged artist’s dream sublime / Mirrored ghostings lost in time / Ruined pasts in sense enduring / In locations soft immuring In the face of many fates / A reflecting figure contemplates / One short sentence says it all / Ideas behind a crumbling wall Poem by the wonderful chris51
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Mixed medium painting of an abstract with desert earth tones.
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Or journey of the lost soul…I guess every day is a failure. I fail to live up to my own life. But I will die trying! I’m ready to make a leap of consciousness. The old struggles are no longer interesting. They do not engage my mind. My energy passes through them-they are mirages. I once sought big monuments of proof that I existed-no more. For me going deeper is better. Deeper insight is all that I seek…and a beautiful cup to drink from.
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With No Immediate Cause By Ntozake Shange / (pronounced en-to-zaki shong-gay) every 3 minutes a woman is beaten every five minutes a woman is raped/every ten minutes a lil girl is molested yet i rode the subway today i sat next to an old man who may have beaten his old wife 3 minutes ago or 3 days/30 years ago he might have sodomized his daughter but i sat there cuz the young men on the train might beat some young women later in the day or tomorrow i might not shut my door fast every 3 minutes it happens some woman’s innocence rushes to her cheeks/pours from her mouth like the betsy wetsy dolls have been torn apart/their mouths menses red & split/every three minutes a shoulder is jammed through plaster and the oven door/ chairs push thru the rib cage/hot water or boiling sperm decorate her body i rode the subway today & bought a paper from a man who might have held his old lady onto a hot pressing iron/i don’t know maybe he catches lil girls in the park & rips open their behinds with steel rods/i can’t decide what he might have done i only know every 3 minutes every 5 minutes every 10 minutes/so i bought the paper looking for the announcement the discovery/of the dismembered woman’s body/the victims have not all been identified/today they are naked and dead/refuse to testify/one girl out of 10’s not coherent/i took the coffee & spit it up/i found an announcement/not the woman’s bloated body in the river/floating not the child bleeding in the 59th street corridor/not the baby broken on the floor/ there is some concern that alleged battered women might start to murder their husbands & lovers with no immediate cause” i spit up i vomit i am screaming we all have immediate cause every 3 minutes every 5 minutes every 10 minutes every day women’s bodies are found in alleys & bedrooms/at the top of the stairs before i ride the subway/buy a paper/drink coffee/i must know/ have you hurt a woman today did you beat a woman today throw a child across a room are the lil girl’s panties in yr pocket did you hurt a woman today i have to ask these obscene questions the authorities require me to establish immediate cause every three minutes every five minutes every ten minutes every day. Foot note: I am just an artist, not an activist.
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The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. / ~Martin Luther King Jr. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / / -—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / The rock is one of The Twelve Apostles along the Great Ocean Road in Victoria. Slowly the ocean is eroding away at its base, but still it seems to stand tall and proud, weathering its adversities…..
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Walk with / Your head held / High. / You are strength, / Energy positive. / A guide / For frightened, / Light for cries, / That hear / Defeat. / Walk, with your / Heart, / For those / That / Cannot. / You are / Love, for / You inspire. / Keep. / Walking. cannon5D / 28-105 / ISO1600 / no flash
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a story of a girl, who lives in an adverse world…but she is determine to face it… /
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Abstract mixed medium painting; acrylic and watercolor on paper with inked Chinese character for “sky”. Original 8. 5×11”. Created after a particularly present and powerful yoga practice from which I promptly began to menstruate. At the moment it felt to me the most profound painting I had so far produced. I value the brief process of producing small paintings and collages. They are finely “Now”. It’s complete. I’m fulfilled. I move on. It felt incredible to create directly from my own dynamic moment; blood and opened cellular energy; the feeling that my attained balance and cleanly spinning connection was becoming unhinged by the heat and hunger of the incoming biological process. My first true landscape as a painter, an inner landscape composed of ancient alchemical symbols, which came without intention. It evolved just from the physical act of my hand moving the brush, the inner events, the intense energy generated.
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I’m fascinated by this tree which grows in Lafayette, Louisiana. I think it must have fallen after a storm and then started growing again because the base of its trunk is very misshappen and convoluted as though it had been twisted and torn at one time. I stumbled across this quotation by Winston Churchill and immediately thought about this lone live oak. I think the words of the statesman and this stately old tree go well together. It’s encouragement for those who consider themselves loners because, as Churchill pointed out, solitary trees, having overcome the adversities of loneliness, grow stronger as a result.
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Come forward / and face me, / fear cannot stop / what is the path, / for it yours / to vanquish. / For,was it not you / whom chose / the passage. / Was it not / your soul reflected / in eyes, / pleading to know. / Summit, what / you must, / for only then, / can you find / yourself, / void of / fear. cannon5D / 28-105 / 1250 iso / no flash / -1 ex
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The lightness of being is represented to me most poignantly in the pale yellow petals of the lotus blossom suspended elegantly above the dark murky waters of life. /
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My image on Front Page
by david malcolmsonI was amazed (and thrilled) to have my image ‘Charing Cross Road’ posted on Front Page. I am deeply indebted to the editors for this hono…
I was amazed (and thrilled) to have my image ‘Charing Cross Road’ posted on Front Page. I am deeply indebted to the editors for this honour. I was quite unprepared for the deluge of comments that followed, all of them kind and encouraging. I have only been her a few weeks and my experience of Red Bubble is totally positive. There are so many wonderful people here producing splendid work. The response to my image has been wholly sympathetic, such is the humanity of all who have identified with the situation of these two gentlemen. That was 1967. Little has changed in the intervening years.
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The lemons of St Clements
by PJ Ryanso juicy it still runs from me, down from the centre into my hands, where I try to catch it and slurp it back up
Inspired by this old nursery rhyme; Oranges and lemons / Say the bells of St Clements / You owe me five farthings / Say the bells of St Martins / When will you pay me? / Say the bells of Old Bailey / When I grow rich / Say the bells of Shoreditch / When will that be? / Say the bells of Stepney / I’m sure I don’t know / Says the great bell at Bow / Here comes a candle to light you to bed / Here comes a chopper to chop off your head Chop chop chop chop the last man’s head!
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Tears are liquid prayers
by ShelleymayAs the door shuts, the colour drains from her face and her eyes dull considerably, she is intently focused on her bed.
In the strangest of places, the human spirit takes the opportunity to shine. Strength can be drawn from all of natures offerings, we simply have to be open to their gifts.
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Adversity training!
by Dave SandersfeldCarrots, Eggs, & Coffee! A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee…You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again. A yo…
Carrots, Eggs, & Coffee! A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee…You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again. A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up, She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose. Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, ’ Tell me what you see.’ ‘Carrots, eggs, and coffee,’ she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, ‘What does it mean, mother?’ Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water. ‘Which are you?’ she asked her daughter. ‘When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean? May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy. The happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can’t go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. “The heart has its reasons that reason cannot know”. Pascal
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Throughout history, the colour yellow has been closely associated with the sun. In many Eastern cultures, for example, the colour yellow represents joy, wisdom and power. In Europe, yellow roses were long used as a symbol for jealousy and dying love. Today yellow roses are more commonly associated with joy and friendship. Yellow roses can send the perfect message of appreciation and platonic love and are an ideal way to brighten someone’s day who may be feeling down.
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As we navigate our way through life we often have brushes and even glancing blows with adversity. Sometimes, even with our navigation lights glowing, immovable objects are just that. However with adjustments many will stay afloat, while others may run aground and others just keep taking on water.
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Thorns on a bush
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THE SONG I CHOOSE TO GO WITH THIS IMAGE WAS / BETTER DAYS BY PETE MURRAY. TO LISTEN TO THE VIDEO AND MUSIC PLEASE / CLICK ON THIS LINK= / ................................................................................................. / And I saw it coming / I saw emptiness and tragedy / And I felt like running / So far away / But knew I had to stay / And I know when I’m older / I look back and I still feel the pain / I know I’ll be stronger and I know I’ll be fine / For the rest of my days I’ve seen better days / Put my face in my hands / Get down on my knees and I pray to God / Hope he sees me through till the end I noticed the smallest things / But I didn’t notice the change / It was hot in the morning / Then it turned so cold, twas the end of the day / There was no condensation I just felt like I was in space / I needed my friends there I just turned around / They were gone without a trace I’ve seen better days / Put my face in my hands / Get down on my knees and I pray to God / Hope he sees me through till the end Now I have just started / And I won’t be done till the end / There’s nothing I have lost / That was once placed upon the palm of my hands / And all of these hard times / Have faded round the bend / Now that I’m wiser I cannot wait / Till I can help my friends I’ve seen better days / Put my face in my hands / Get down on my knees and I pray to God / Hope he sees me through till the end Seen better days / Put my face in my hands / Get down on my knees and I pray to God / Hope he sees me through till the end .......................................................................................... This is a tragic scene of shanti towns just out of Capetown in South Africa built just on the side of the freeway. It really makes you appreciate what you have. These poor people were living in these self made from scrap material huts that took on a 35 degree celcius heat of the african sun.
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