"We are peacefuL"- while they shake their fists'.;

Crumbling beneath you, this world is.
Bumbling like a drunken fool ,.
pan handling for food.

The masses feed off Hysteria
and hyper extend themselves into Her glare.

An age of helplessness, as if it's never not been here.
Armoured zombies in the streets ,.
without any shade of faith
they scream!

As they hand over their change
for a Starbucks Latte,
gripping it tightly as they throw hot opinions in your face
(in a crowd only allowed to feel comfort by being in a crowd) They SHake!

I hear sirens as I sit in my warm quiet living room,
writing without a clue how i feel..
just found a pen in my hand just now,
as i sit here grieving...

ALmost paralyzed by what I've been reading...

THe World's news flooding in through my window,

crashing across the floor
My feet dangle in the sewage,
cold and hurting.

THere is no quiet, never can be because of the distant drumming.
An angry crowd, out to be noticed
by fighting.

When it's clear, Peace is no where near.
A concept which lives in a fantasy. A foggy notion people chant loudly,
"WE ARE PEACEFUL! HOW BOUT YOU?"
I hear repeated on the news...

But you are NOT peaceful if you yell in crowds, and SHAKE YOUR FISTS!
You are fighting War with War, and that is why PEACE CANNOT EXIST!

I think the only hope, would be, if we,
stayed in our homes, unify,
and grieve.

Morn for The World the way you Morn a Dead Relative
be quiet - be kind - be sad -
and cry.

It all grows dark, heavy and thick
Smart people choose to keep walking in it..
only to be hit and hit and hit
in the face
with Stupidity's spit.

I'd like it to stop. I'd like to resist.
I'd like to quietly pray for the day when
Peace may have a chance to exist.

Until then, I'll be quiet and wish for it quietly
Because, I believe, that is what

Peace truly is.

-
Robyn Waffle
June 27th 2010

New Muse: BOTTICELLI

I went to Chapters today to find a beautiful picture book on Renaissance painting.. Funny cuz the first one I spotted in the Art section just read BOTTICELLI in white capitals along the spine. I grabbed it, flipped through, and gasped at how crisp and large the paintings were represented... i then noticed a stain on the hard cover....

I took the book to the front desk and asked how much it was, $89, I was told. 'But there's a stain right here, can I please have a discount?' ... of course, Mike said (a man wearing a name tag)... I can give it to you for 50% off, but it's final sale. PERFECT. $44 for the most beautiful book iv'e ever seen.

Anyways I rushed home, curled on my couch, and just started reading... this is what i found in the first few pages:

Cennini sets out guidelines for artistic training, developing what might be described as a somewhat simplistic description of individual style when he makes recommendations to apprentices on how to learn drawing from the example of skilled masters:

"Having now practiced drawing for a while as I have taught you above, that is, on a little panels, take pains and pleasure in constantly copying the best things which can be done by the hand of great masters. And if you are in a place where many good masters have been, so much better for you. But I give you this advice: take care to select the best one every time, and the one who has the greatest reputation. And, as you go on from day to day, it will be against nature if you do not get some grasp of his style and of his spirit. For if you undertake  to copy after one master today and another tomorrow, you will not acquire the style of wither one or the other, and you will inevitably, through enthusiasm, become capricious, because each style will be distracting your mind. You will try to work in this man's way today, and in the other's tomorrow, and so you will get neither of them right. If you follow the course of one man through constant practice, your intelligence would have to be crude indeed for you to not get some nourishment from it. Then you will find, if nature has granted you any imagination at all, that you will eventually acquire a style individual to yourself, and it cannot help being good; because your hand and your mind, being always accustomed to gather flowers, would ill know how to pluck thorns."

(something i wrote today, on a page in Adbusters)

I DON'T WANT TO REMIND MYSELF AND OTHERS OF THE AWEFUL UNTHINKABLE UGLINESS THAT RIDES OUR WORLD THESE DAYS... I WANT TO REMIND MYSELF AND OTHERS OF A TIME SO DISTANT AND BEAUTIFUL THAT IT FEELS LIKE A DREAM; A PASTEL DREAM ABOUT ROYALTY AND MYTHOLOGY - WHEN SPIRITUALITY WAS A WAY OF LIFE - AND ANIMALS WERE GODS.

Fascinated by Renaissance;;

Primavera (c. 1482) By: Sandro Botticelli

A 15' by 6' foot canvas print of this painting lives in our house right now... found it in an antique shop yesterday.. i sleep next to a life sized Goddess of Love and Goddess of Spring. It's incredible.















It has completely inspired me. I've decided to study Renaissance work...
I have always been interested, but I think I'd like to become an expert...