Discover Challenge

Gold Dusted Sundaes and Death

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The Poetry of List-Making

For this week’s Discover Challenge, explore the poetic power of list-making.

Umberto Boccioni

Umberto Boccioni

LIST THIS

Line by line

I want a plan

Surprise me not

Tie me down

SUPPER IN DRESDEN

SUPPER IN DRESDEN

Five of my favorite Flavors:

Caramel

Captain Crunch

Cotton Candy

all in one bowl

top it off with Sweet Cherries

Heaven on a spoon.

Fog On The Thames by Monet

Fog On The Thames by Monet

My Life Goals:

I Want to be a ghost

I want to haunt a house

I want to be a nightmare

I want to be the dark.

Clyfford Still

Clyfford Still

My Summer

Whirring fans

Root Beer floats

Buttered popcorn at the movies

Dried grass, dusty roads, dead flowers at the cemetery.

Moon Sets Sun rises

I’ve tasted, touched seen and heard it all

this Summer.

Stephane Carricondo

Stephane Carricondo

My Bucket List ( or do this before I die because it would read great in my obituary)

I want to invade Mars

I want to eat an Ice Cream Sudae dusted in gold

I want to write my name in pink

on the side of a wall

in

Paris

and call it art.

 

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It’s all fun and games until the Sun Goes Super Nova and we all die

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PHOTO CHALLENGE

Fun!

I love a serious or metaphorical theme as much as the next photographer… but this week, let’s just have some fun.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

When I go to my favorite place for lunch, I like to sit across from this Ice Cream freezer.

I like the picture, it reminds me of being a little kid and begging my Mom for extra money so I could buy one of the ‘fancy’ treats from the Ice Cream Man.

I haven’t actually bought anything from this case, I just like to look at it.

It makes me smile.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

When I turned 50 one of my friends said to me, ” When you turn 50 the world ignores you and you shouldn’t wear pink because that’s a ‘ young woman’s’ color and now is your time to celebrate becoming a ‘crone’ ( which I learned is what you become when you hit menopause.) and that from this point forward only “Crones” will find you interesting and of any value to society in general.

Every time I see this picture I think of how royally screwed up my ‘friend’ was and I’m glad to say that almost 2 years after being told that by her I have learned what she said is utter bull pucky.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is painted on the bus shelter wall at my bus stop.

Sometimes I just stand there for countless minutes and look at it and think, ” Why are you here?”

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

This is a picture of the Sun.

You know what they say, ” It’ all fun and games until the Sun Goes Super Nova and we all die”

Captured

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DISCOVER CHALLENGE

Portraits

Paint a picture with words, capture someone on film, sketch a face in the crowd — this week, share a portrait.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Hamish Macbeth- Mountlake Terrace, WA

” The Smiling Dog”

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

” Friends”

Seattle, WA

Photo A.M. Mosccso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

“Vampire By Daylight”

New Orleans, LA

Something’s Gotta Give

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DAILY PROMPT

Stubborn

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

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When you write or paint or sing you’e supposed to draw this passion from inside of yourself and express it all over the place.

I’ve known some truly horrible, despicable humans in my life. I wouldn’t wish a few of them to Hell because I wouldn’t want to lower the real estate value.

So believe it or not, I refused to write anything about them. I didn’t want to track their sick into my stories where they would live forever.

As we all know, if you publish on line that’s exactly what happens.

LALALA

The one time I did allow one of my ‘creepers’ into a story, it actually turned out to  a pretty great story.

Did I take heart from that?

I did not.

Some people never learn.

I  guess I am one of them.

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I’ve never called my inability to write at times as ‘writer’s block’.

I have always called it ‘snakes on the brain’ or ” I can’t write because i have snakes on the brain.”

If  I say that, I don’t get a bunch of FYI’s about how to overcome something that I know darn well how to get over.

I only have problems when I don’t write what is the ‘truth’.

The biggest problem being when I walk around and around an idea or an image because I don’t want something creeping into my ‘art’ and nesting there like a colony of rats in a basement or a wall.

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I’ve learned a lot of ‘truth’ lately.

I’ve seen people reach to some despicable lows to get what they wanted, I’ve watched people in my life turn on each other, betray each other and compromise their integrity.

How do I write about that, I wondered. Shouldn’t I let it go, forget it tell myself it was their circus, their clowns…walk away?

Or do I draw from it, write about it, give it a place to live?

Given that my silence is a creative killer and I’ve learned that lesson the hard way I’m thinking.

Live.

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