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  The bravery of being out of range.
  by nook

  US$31.35

  The bravery of being out of range….... Well it’s one of those amazing statements that conjures up a similar image for everyone…WAR For me it was the pilots who were instructed to drop the atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But then I continued the train of thought…...... and as the song suggests, and Danny elaborated, we can all be accused of ‘The bravery of being out of range’. It applies to so much of our everyday life. If I had Scott’s talent I would have illustrated a woman giving birth whilst her partner looks on, a teacher in a classroom, or me! attempting to penitrate the bonds of the merry men (how do you illustrate that?). But I don’t have the talent, so what I have created comes back to my original thought….WAR. Sjem quoted “War is old men talking and young men dying” Odysseus, Troy (the movie). I love this statement but does it continue on from there? / Do we perpetuate the story by glorifying its devastation? poets are inspired to write poetry about it / historians are inspired to write documentries about it / film makers are inspired to make movies about it / artists are inspired to create art about it / musicians are inspired to play music about it / designers are inspired to design t-shirts about it (myself included) Maybe, in the end, we all encourage war one way or another – as artists, we speculate on an experience we haven’t had, and therefore are perhaps the truest version of the brave who are out of range.

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  the worm
  by burningark

  US$3.52–US$35.14

  a visual tale of madness and drug abuse

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  Splendor in the Grass and Glory in the Flower
  by Bonnie Taylor Barry

  US$4.28–US$114.00

  In Ode, Intimations of Immortality from Reflections of Early Childhood, William Wordswoth wrote: Though nothing can bring back the hour / Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower / We will grieve not, but rather find / Strength in what remains behind. I was reminded of those lines when I saw a single blade of grass that had gone to seed and was blooming deep in the woods. The tiny flowers were a sight to behold.

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  Charles Bukowski #2
  by Lee Wilde

  US$5.70–US$47.50

  subject: Henry Charles Bukowski (1920 – 1994) was an influential Los Angeles poet and novelist. Bukowski’s writing was heavily influenced by the geography and atmosphere of his home city of Los Angeles. A prolific author, Bukowski wrote thousands of poems, hundreds of short stories, and six novels, eventually having more than fifty books in print. He is often remembered as “The Poet Laureate of Skid Row”. read more on wikipedia.org / ............................................................................................. / medium: Charcoal pencils on 185gsm Arches medium-tooth paper. All materials are acid-free and archival. / ............................................................................................. / size: 29.7×42cm (A3). A 1cm border on all sides has been left unmarked. / ............................................................................................. / / ............................................................................................. / New original art listed every Sunday night in my eBay store

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  J. Rudyard Kipling, 1865 - 1936
  by Barbara Sparhawk

  US$3.85

  Oil Portrait of Rudyard Kipling, Writer. I’ve loved his exploring heart, his gift for imagery and lyrical writing, his storytelling that pulled you in to dust and sweat, wild animals, and his being so moved by foreign ports, land, & people, since my childhood. Oh Rudyard Kipling!! The places you’ve taken me!!. / Born in Bombay- live-wire mother and sculptor father who met in Rudyard Lake and so named their firstborn. Aunts married famous painters; cousin Stanley Balldwin was 3 times PM pre-WW I. Nobel Prize – Literature 1907, still youngest ever & first English language winner; rejected a knighthood. / This kind of invitation to fantastic adventure in his tribute to Bombay, and it’s “strong light and darkness”: Mother of Cities to me, For I was born in her gate, Between the palms and the sea, Where the world-end steamers wait. / was surpassed by his more famous and endlessly exquisite: / ‘On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin’- fishes play, / An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘crost the Bay!” / At 16, unqualified to pursue academia, shipped to Pakistan to assist the editor of the local rag, Civil & Military Gazette, which he called his most true love. Thank God, they asked him to contribute short stories. Rudyard Kipling was later called the first modern science fiction writer. He left at 24 for Hong Kong, Japan, San Francisco, sending stories home from dozens of states, crossed Canada, met Mark Twain in NY. 8 months later, Kipling moved to Liverpool, got famous in London. In 1891, at 25, he headed for South Africa, Australia, New Zealand; married Carrie Balestier, moved to Vermont. 5 years later moved to Torquay on Devon’s coast. The family regularly trekked to South Africa. Dozens of places in Canada, the UK, and USA are named for him. / His beautiful poem,” If-” written in 1895 remains superb advice for growing up: / “If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you…. Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it…” The only spoken words at Ayn Rand’s funeral; runs like a river for over a 100 years through songs, plays, movies (The Man Who Would Be King), and rock’n’roll. Like other Kipling stories, immortalized, complained about, his fanciful combination of delight and terror keeps his memory sharp. Rudyard Kipling was a vociferous taker-in of all the world he could set his eyes on, and then who wrote about beautifully for the rest of us, so we might see it too. / ABOUT THE PAINTING: Again reaching into the time and presence of the subject, and one that startled me! I couldn’t get him to hold still! His hands moved, his head turned, he sat, stood, he was all motion. It was amazing. Then he settled down a bit. I turned his profile from the reference photograph I used to a 3/4 face, and because he was a writer wanted to include his hand (if I could get it to hold still). I am not a biographer-portraitist to trust, I invent as I go along. But all he means to me is in this: The sun of India is burning behind him, and the roads, waterways and purple skies drift from his blue eyes and crowded brain. He’s thinking of a story in my painting. I copied the style of the Medieval and Renaissance painters who place a raised finger on their saints, pointing to heaven, which is where, as far as I can tell, Kipling surely spent most of his life. / www.hawksperch.com

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  Portrait of Mary Shelley - Caught Between the Moon and Candlelight (1797 - 1851)
  by Barbara Sparhawk

  US$3.42–US$91.20

  Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin Shelley, Writer, Poet, Shooting Star. Oil on canvas. / The author (at 18 years old) of FRANKENSTEIN. A woman of such profound personal courage, of stunning highs and lows, it boggles the imagination. Mary, I adore you. / A rebel who dodged convention, whose parents were famous free-thinker free love radicals, whose mother died giving birth to her, who was sent to Scotland at 15 for a good education, and who ran off to live with two of the most famous, revered, dangerous, and notorious wild-men poets (when poets ruled) Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron. It had to be like setting up housekeeping with Mick Jagger & Lou Reed. / Ostracized for romping through English tradition, she and Percy Shelley eloped to France, then moved into a castle on Lake Geneva with Lord Byron, proceded to practice Latin & Greek, write, live, and outdo each other. The very good looking bad boys were notorious for debts, affairs, abandoned children, sexually extravagant lives, and a trail of broken hearts. But they wrote gorgeously. Percy Shelley & Lord Byron remain two of the finest poets of the English language. / In what she called “a waking dream” teenaged Mary Shelley started to write Frankenstein, and published it finally under her own name, producing one more shock that an English woman could conjure stirring horror. She and Shelley traveled, changed countries like you’d change socks & became increasingly famous. Mary was pregnant many times, but six children miscarried, or heartbreakingly lived, to die as toddlers. One boy survived adulthood. She was in and out of depressions, trying to keep Shelley happy and produce her own original work. In rough Italian seas near LaSpezia, the accomplished sailor and non-swimmer Percy Shelley drowned. He was 29. Mary was 25, and felt her life ended. The extremes of drama that populated all their days astonishes. Lord Byron and a friend made a pyre on the beach to burn Percy Shelley’s corpse when it washed ashore. One of the two cut out Shelley’s heart (not an uncommon impulse at the time) and after arguing over who should keep it, decided to send it in a box, unannounced, to Mary. / At a time when women had limited rights, freedoms or possibilities, she turned her back on what she was told she must do, with gusto. What is, after all, an ideal life. She risked far more than her peers ever dared. She did not have an easy time of it. But she chose not embrace the comforts or society that would have driven her mad. It’s more than fair to say this woman really lived. Mary Wollestonecraft Godwin Shelley was dead at 53. ABOUT THE PAINTING: There are only 2 or 3 exisitng portraits of Mary Shelley, and one, painted by Richard Rothwell in 1840, was my reference. It is a peculiar painting of her, age 43. When tackling historical figures, one has to account for rigid art standards of the times. I tried to eliminate what might have been purely the painter’s imposition. Along with what I suspect was a purge of her wild history and monster story telling (making her nice, & vapid) he gave her features considered beautiful then: a long oval face, an extraordinarily high brow for heightened inteligence (same things the Greeks did with that full flesh at brow level) thin lips to prove a lack of avarice, matronly to suit her widowhood, and shoulders in such a drastic slope they deny a skeletal structure. (The Rothwell portrait is on Wikipedia under Mary Shelley’s name). All that seemed an exaggeration, his portrait does not look real to me. So I left in her high cheekbones, softened the oval and lowered the forehead a touch, gave her a fuller mouth, kept the deep eyes. I painted Mary Shelley as the 18 year old who wrote Frankenstein, with thoughts of ghoul and goblin fleeting across her eyes, sensing terrors to come, uncertainty in the present, having to rely primarily on herself, an active imagination, great mind and fabulous story teller. / I have her between the moon and candlelight because it seems to me that’s where she lived. / The Hawks Perch

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  When The Poet Dreams 8
  by Mariam Muradian

  US$3.71–US$98.80

  Charcoal and oil pastel on heavy watercolor paper. / 2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. In studies of comparative religion, most have a creation story. Within those creation stories, there is a beginning with the existence (or not) of / G(g)od….and the poet. Yes, the POET. When God and the poet dreamt or conversed, things came into BEING! What significance! What value then should be placed on the poet? Thus, I was inspired to sketch poet, CC Arshagra while sleeping / dreaming, only imagining what was being created in that unseen, deep place. Tomorrow, as everyday, CC Arshagra will awaken and “wrap his mind around the world,” as he says. / Poetry & Love always go together, and it is always the right time! Support the poetry, books, publications, cultural arts, and art activism of award-winning Poet, CC Arshagra by going to www.ccapoet.com AND to ccapoet zazzle

• *Responsible*
  by C.C. Arshagra

  I am not my poetry for they are poems

  This poem is the closing piece to “Nothings’ Gone” a volume of poetry within the manuscript series and collection titled “The Poetry of Good-bye.” ` LISTEN TO C.C. READ this poem / RESPONSIBLE The music recorded with poem you may hear at the above link can be found at at www.jamendo.com @ the link below the track NEPTUNE, the artist DOC from album titled COSMIC LULLABIES

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  Poetry
  by vishstudio

  US$3.42–US$91.20

  Young russian writer

• LUST
  by ~ Ryan ~

  Have you ever stopped to wonder / did you wonder why you stopped? / can you fix it, is it broken / is it now forever lost? / is it sitting at…

  artwork by Charles Winslow

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  When The Poet Dreams 3
  by Mariam Muradian

  US$3.56–US$95.00

  Charcoal, oil pastel, and red tint on canvas. / 2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. In studies of comparitive religion, most have a creation story. Within those creation stories, there is a beginning with the existence (or not) of / G(g)od….and the poet. Yes, the POET. When God and the poet dreamt or conversed, things came into BEING! What significance! What value then should be placed on the poet? Thus, I was inspired to sketch poet, CC Arshagra while sleeping / dreaming, only imagining what was being created in that unseen, deep place. Tomorrow, as everyday, CC Arshagra will awaken and “wrap his mind around the world,” as he says. Poetry & Love always go together and it is always the right time! Support the poetry, books, publications, cultural arts, and art activism of award-winning Poet, CC Arshagra by going to www.ccapoet.com AND to ccapoet zazzle

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  Portrait of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Poet
  by Barbara Sparhawk

  US$3.42–US$91.20

  Oil on Canvas, Detail of larger portrait portrait / American Poet 1807 – 1882. / A man of great ferocious tempo and histories. Still one of the most popular of our poets: Hiawatha, The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, etc. / Henry Longfellow lived almost fifty years of his life while Queen Victoria ruled Britain from 1837 – 1901. There may have been some concentrated American effort to stand apart by lauding our pioneers and savage North America, and it sure wasn’t thwarted by being politically correct. Imagine while high tea was being mimicked on Park Avenue, this famous yankee poet had the courage to come up with the swashbuckling but doomed fantasy (loosely based on history c.1400) that started on the shores of Gitche Gumee, progressed to Daughter of the Moon Nokomis and right up and into the shining Big Sea Water! It was an instant & roaring success. Enough feathers were ruffled to make parodies galore, but it’s 125 years later and I’m not the only one who still remembers Longfellow’s words and wants a feather in my braid. The story teller poets were marvelous conjurers, Longfellow one of the best. / I met Nokomis when I was about seven years old and longed to make that birch bark canoe, moonlight, and woody adventureland my own. And Longfellow’s incredible epic of courage, mysticism, language, wildlife, and natives on these shores remain about one of the greatest tributes to Indian nations ever composed by anybody. Now also available on RedBubble T Shirts! Full selection of color, great shirts. / Email: hawk@hawksperch.com / for details and price on the original oil painting. / Website: THE HAWKS PERCH, www.hawksperch

• CUBE
  by ~ Ryan ~

  I’m like sugar / dissolving into your skin / sweeter than the taste / that time / mind / over matter / sheer when it shatters / liquid when it …

• Peeping through the keyhole
  by ~ Ryan ~

  I don’t know when it began. I remember hiding in trees whilst my father smacked my mother across the face with the back of his hand….

• The View from the moon
  by David Meacham IPA

  A poet I knew, / Said the view from the moon / Had left him feeling very small

  A song I wrote back in the 1980s when I was performing at ‘Poems and Pints’ nights in pubs in the valleys of South Wales under the ‘stage’ name of Stop Tap Dai / I found a tape of me ‘singing’ it today and thought I’d share it. / It was written at a time when the Butterfly effect was first mooted and also a time when people first began to leave flowers at the scenes of accidents and, in Northern Ireland, at the scenes of bombings. / Wish I’d found it when the Challenge Cafe was doing it’s butterfly effect comp – but heh that’s life Copyright D Meacham 1984

• Celestial Beauty
  by VickieLMcColley

  Mother Earth

  Beatiful Divinations of Mother Earth are everywhere

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  When The Poet Dreams 2
  by Mariam Muradian

  US$3.56–US$95.00

  Charcoal, oil pastel, and red tint on canvas. / 2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. In studies of comparitive religion, most have a creation story. Within those creation stories, there is a beginning with the existence (or not) of / G(g)od….and the poet. Yes, the POET. When God and the poet dreamt or conversed, things came into BEING! What significance! What value then should be placed on the poet? Thus, I was inspired to sketch poet, CC Arshagra while sleeping / dreaming, only imagining what was being created in that unseen, deep place. Tomorrow, as everyday, CC Arshagra will awaken and “wrap his mind around the world,” as he says. Poetry & Love always go together and it is always the right time! Support the poetry, books, publications, cultural arts, and art activism of award-winning Poet, CC Arshagra by going to www.ccapoet.com AND to ccapoet zazzle

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  The Picture of Dorian Gray
  by vishstudio

  US$3.42–US$91.20

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  In Remembrance of a Departed Mother
  by Bonnie Taylor Barry

  US$4.28–US$114.00

  I’ve always loved Margaret Widdemer’s poem, “The Watcher.” I’ve coupled it with an image I took of a steeple of a very old church in Houston, Texas. I hope that those who have suffered the loss of a mother will find comfort in this photo. My mother is still alive and I am grateful for her; I created this image for those whose mothers are no longer with them and who suffer loneliness, especially during the holidays and on birthdays and anniversaries of death.

• cuticle
  by ~ Ryan ~

  you remind me / of those little pieces of skin / that i grip between my teeth / and rip / tearing a little bit more / a little bit more ...

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  Violetta
  by shawhouse

  US$3.42–US$91.20

• The Crave
  by Melissa Vowell

  To close my eyes, a deathwish. / A summons of fear / within… / a thousand spiders crawling under my skin.

  more old work – I was about 16 when I wrote this one

• Breathe now for the last breath is gone
  by C.C. Arshagra

  Come. We are all invited to laugh at Love’s funeral.

  Inspired by Gigi! micmac and her piece “Torn…. somehow, with effortless tears she has inspired a poem, again. About Torn…. the art work that inspired this poem GiGi writes: This a double layer of bark and a portrait of my grandaughter Angelica. / size…2928×2346 / Birgitta choose the title…thanks again Birgitta I love it. / Before ,a long time ago , they use to capture the moment in paintings.When I did that layer I had the impression to had captured the beautiful face of my Angelica forever. / / - / A NOTE FROM THE POET: I thank you all for reading this poem! The moments you (may graciously choose to) take to comment truly matter. I am so grateful to those who favorite the work (especially because it a written work) May I ask you to PLEASE READ MORE THAN ONE POEM / See Journal section of my RB page here for a list of short poems / Words Count listed Please further note that there is a vast spectrum of subjects, issues, and levels of intensity. / / / / I am EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ADD MY WORKING RedBubble Site to YOUR WATCH LIST --I feel this is one of the highest complements of respect a visiting RedBubbler can give. This is not to under-estimate how riveted my humility feels with each comment. This expresses the reserve of your taste, and the future value of your time. / / - REMEMBER the VISIT The RedBubble Artists and their works of art here. Almost all of my writing are based on and or INSPIRED BY RedBubble Art and Artists. Let my know if any of the links to their sites are not functioning._ (Hot Links)

• Inhale!
  by C.C. Arshagra

  I’m going / to die now, / just / to become wind And become ,,,

  Completely inspired by the photograph Apres Brunch By RedBubble’s Judith Oppenheimer — A poem from “The Integrity of Erotic Poetry” collection & series (Unpublished Work) / Submitted for publication to “In The Moment”:http://www.redbubble.com/groups/in-the-moment Group / / LISTEN TO C.C. READ This poem here / / / A NOTE FROM THE POET: I thank you all for reading this poem! The moments you (may graciously choose to) take to comment truly matter. I am so grateful to those who favorite the work (especially because it a written work) May I ask you to PLEASE READ MORE THAN ONE POEM / See Journal section of my RB page here for a list of short poems / Words Count listed Please further note that there is a vast spectrum of subjects, issues, and levels of intensity. / / / / I am EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO THOSE OF YOU WHO ADD MY WORKING RedBubble Site to YOUR WATCH LIST --I feel this is one of the highest complements of respect a visiting RedBubbler can give. This is not to under-estimate how riveted my humility feels with each comment. This expresses the reserve of your taste, and the future value of your time. / / - REMEMBER the VISIT The RedBubble Artists and their works of art here. Almost all of my writing are based on and or INSPIRED BY RedBubble Art and Artists. Let my know if any of the links to their sites are not functioning._ (Hot Links)