did you hear...

the song i sang to you

as you floated above me

above us

in the air

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a great one passed
Current mood: sad

to my friend
fellow artist
amazing, strong, smiley, positive, warrior

Scott Fertig

You are already missed

my sadness is tempered
by the fact
that you know longer suffer

love to you
to the beyond

C


http://www.scottfertig.com/

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Got my sights on you

funny
(suspicions)
how
if you aim
just right
(suspicions)

stretch the bow
pull your elbow back
keep your sight on it
breath
deeply
watch it
follow it
and hold it
shaking
(suspicions)

shaking
(suspicions)

shaking
(suspicions)

you'll
hit your target
right to the heart of it
dead on

you'll
find the lie

underneath all
lies
hiding beneath
the pillows
of flattery
and sweet things

hit dogs
do yelp

as the old
saying goes

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beautiful curse of the pussy willow

I'm not baby's darling
hooker's g string
nor nightingale
booty flash
lover's cash
I'm not baby girl
or a teenage thrill

I'm the whole hunt
I'm the kill



unknown to each other

hang on new shoes

and this one to match your belt

and this one to fit your mood

and this one to pop into your mouth

are you to blame

for the whims of the pussy willow

that cling to your charm

and bend to your will

for your sex and attention

oh, baby, it's their thrill

but I'm the whole hunt

I'm the kill

I'm not prim
with the proper
preacher's twisted daughter
threesome fantasy
your trip from reality
I'm not desperate momma
a hoe down coma



I'm the whole hunt
baby
I'm the kill



these willows are but ether

to float around your head

crown you

get hooked on you

i'm not a piece of chocolate, baby

i'm the whole candy store

are you to blame

for the whims of the pussy willow

that cling to your charm

and bend to your will

for your sex and attention

oh, baby, it's their thrill

but I'm the whole hunt

I'm the kill

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the light of hidden flowers

pablo neruda, sonnet XVII
i do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
i love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

i love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in
itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
i love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so i love you because i know no other way
i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
i love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so i love you because i know no other way

that this: where i does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that when you close your eyes, i fall asleep.

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and I says to myself

"Self, why you volunteering your heart for an eminent beat down"

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my pieces @ "Living Red, are you feeling me", Women of Visions exhibit

Check out this amazing exhibit. I have a few pieces in the show that I am very excited about. I'm painting again, painting again, my friends...

Women of Visions, Inc.:

Living Red: Are You Feelin' Me?

April 5- June 12, 2008

Opening Reception: April 17, 2008 – Free 6 PM - 8PM

Artist Talk: Friday May 2, 2008 2PM-4PM

Members free; Non-members $2; Students/Seniors $1; Free Admission on Saturday

Tours: $3.00 per person

Red has an unmistakable, alluring mystery about it. Its boldness draws your emotions and often entices celebration. Come see the color red take form as Women of Visions, Inc. (WOV) presents "Living Red: Are you Feelin' Me," an exhibition of striking visual works created by the members of WOV. This exhibition will explore the artists' personal journey, history, and memory of the color red as it relates to African American women artists living and working in America. The work produced will be of a diverse sampling of vivid artistic styles and media including but not limited to painting, drawing, sculpture, photography, ceramics, fiber, and jewelry. Each artist expresses their personal interpretation of how the color red related to them.



WOV, founded in 1981, is a Pittsburgh-based visual arts collective of African American women visual artists that share a common interest and passion for their art and history by promoting and educating the community and women artists around the world. This organization mounts collaborative exhibitions with museums, corporations, individuals and arts groups regionally and nationally. They have also published their own exhibition catalogs, posters, publications and are the proud producer of 3 symposiums, and most recently, the Migrations of the African Diaspora Film Series.

Part of the Global Traditions Series sponsored by: AEP, Ohio

http://www.thekingartscomplex.com/home.htm

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Bag of Attachments

In my bag of happy

at the bottom

is salt and coal

cloud nine

hides an anvil

I miss my zen

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What B and S stands for

Bliss and Sabotage

my twisted candy

boys n girls

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unHealed

sometimes you work hard

and you sweat

soaking sheets

and you are still unHealed

broken

presumptuous

and preemptive

with your don’t take me for a sucker

and your I can’t carry you, save you, rescue you

be your rock, be your bank, be the empty shell

when you are done using me as if it was mutually

for i’ve been there before

and i’m still reeling

from being scraped empty

sometimes

you read

and you think and you do all the good things for yourself

like tea and massage and therapy

and you are still

unHealed

broken and presumptuous

i really want to love you

i really want to be with you

but

but

but

i just don’t think i’m healed enough

I just know

I am going to put you through

my machine of broken presumptions

I just knew it would happen

and when it does

the attack will sting me

more than you

with its

un-intentioned steel walls

survival is a bitch

but survival is the dish

i cook daily

it can’t happen again

i guess

that is why

today

i am still presumptuous

and broken

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