"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Display of the Present One Shoot Sunday-Featured Artist JackAZ photography


On cerulean, a shade to fit parameters,
the click the clack of pounding keys,
in pale white place, self in front of ebony.
A history laid before us
of caffeine-laden blood that drives
me to the edge of sleepless nights
and hazy mornings.
Past has met present
liquid crystal display.
Obsolete machinery finds a home
in the dusty attic,
buried under boxes containing our lives. 
Memories … an impression
left in words behind. 
Posted by flaubert at 3:29 PM

18 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 27, 2011 at 3:51 PM

    Poor forgotten typewriter! Sometimes the archaic machinery is all that will work...I find a pen and paper works too :) Lovely imagery you create here

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  2. knot eyeFebruary 27, 2011 at 4:04 PM

    I wonder what percent of coffee is consumed by "us"?

    the attic...you never see words of joy referencing...the attic
    may have to fix that:-)

    Peace, hp

    I have some up

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  3. dustusFebruary 27, 2011 at 4:23 PM

    First off, perfect font choice! "Past has met present" is a great way to summarize today's challenge, and comparing an LCD with a boxed memory is also very telling. Yet, the memories and impressions of past writers remain through the words passed on, and from which many of us have learned. Well written, Pamela.

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  4. signed...bkmFebruary 27, 2011 at 6:37 PM

    an impression of words left behind....and did they ever make an impression on who we are today....bkm

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  5. Brian MillerFebruary 27, 2011 at 8:23 PM

    nice...writing keeps me up at night and wakes me quite often...we have no hoice but to leave those impressions eh?

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  6. AnonymousFebruary 28, 2011 at 9:43 AM

    What is that damn thing sitting on, that made so many of us imagine final, forgotten resting places? "... a pale white place, self in front of ebony." Yes. And the rawness of that place does have the feel of so many sleepless nights trying to get a nameless thing down in words ... Very nice. - Brendan

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  7. RJ ClarkenFebruary 28, 2011 at 9:52 AM

    Wow - this hit a familiar note! Staying up late...bringing up old memories...past meeting present.

    I absolutely loved the visual of the second line, "...the click the clack of pounding keys,.."

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  8. Steve IsaakFebruary 28, 2011 at 1:48 PM

    Superb, visual, restrained-emotive work.

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  9. flaubertFebruary 28, 2011 at 8:55 PM

    repressedsoul, I walk round with pen and paper in hand always.

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  10. flaubertFebruary 28, 2011 at 8:57 PM

    hpicasso, I believe I have stock in coffee in
    Columbia:)

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  11. flaubertFebruary 28, 2011 at 8:58 PM

    So true, Adam, where would we be without books.

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  12. flaubertFebruary 28, 2011 at 8:59 PM

    In so many different ways, Barb.

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  13. flaubertFebruary 28, 2011 at 9:01 PM

    Brian, I have a journal by my bedside and quite
    often in the middle of the night, wake and jot
    down a line or two.

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  14. flaubertFebruary 28, 2011 at 9:02 PM

    The center drop out of the desk? I think.
    Thanks Brendan.

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  15. flaubertFebruary 28, 2011 at 9:04 PM

    Thanks my friend, RJ, I believe most can relate to
    this.

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  16. flaubertFebruary 28, 2011 at 9:05 PM

    Thanks so much, Steve.

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  17. JackAZ PhotographyMarch 4, 2011 at 5:33 PM

    Wonderful entwining of old and new and so much truth to "buried under boxes containing our lives".

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  18. flaubertMarch 4, 2011 at 6:55 PM

    Yes, there is Jack. I love your photography.
    You have got a great eye.

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