Collaboration Request

Mish of mishunderstood would love to collaborate with someone using photography and poetry.  She is looking for someone to write poetry with her photos or to use someone’s photos to write her own poetry.

If you are interested in collaborating with her either way just leave a comment below so you can connect!

 

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“Pity the nation whose people are sheep, and whose shepherds mislead them. / Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced…” — Art of Quotation

“Pity The Nation” Pity the nation whose people are sheep, and whose shepherds mislead them. Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced, and whose bigots haunt the airwaves. Pity the nation that raises not its voice, except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero and aims to rule the world with force and […]

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Magic for Beginners – Georgiann Carlson — Brave & Reckless

“I told you,” said the witch, “HOLD THE WAND LOWER!” “Sorry,” said the girl. “What should I do now?” “I know this is Magic for Beginners 101, but you were just supposed to make the water turn purple, not blow up New York!” “I guess I did something wrong.” “No kidding!” said the witch, pacing […]

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“When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men and women stand as a vanguard against abuse.” — Art of Quotation

“When evil is allowed to compete with good, evil has an emotional populist appeal that wins out unless good men and women stand as a vanguard against abuse.” Hannah Arendt, author

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My Soul to Keep – Georgiann Carlson — Brave & Reckless

“What is that?” he asked. “Oh, this?” she said, holding out her hands. “It’s my soul. Sometimes it gets tired of staying inside of me, so I take it out so it can sparkle and have more room.” “That’s not possible.” “But I’m doing it,” she laughed. “So, it is.” “That’s just a sparkler.” “What […]

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POLITIKS OF GRAFFITI 128: “I’M F***ED!” — TOKIDOKI (NOMAD)

APRIL 20, 2019 Week 127 Experts in authoritarianism advise to keep a list of things subtly changing around you, so you’ll remember. https://theweeklylist.org/weekly-list/week-127/ This week Attorney General William Barr publicly released a redacted version of the Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s report, almost a month after he delivered it to Barr. The redacted report differed substantially from […]

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Marie Langston Carter

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Photo of Corinne Michel West (1908-99), taken by Jon Boris: from Pinterest

 

Marie was a poet, a thrill seeker and an artist.  She had a style of her own and she didn’t care what anyone else thought.  She was a free spirit and marched to her own drummer.  Her poems were deep and life changing.  She wrote about her own life and the things she had seen during her travels.  Her poems were about love, hate, war, compassion, poverty, death and beauty.   She left bits of herself in each of her poems.

Men fell in love with Marie quickly and fully.  She enjoyed them but never promised anything more than a few hours of her time.  She had no desire to meet the needs of another person and was happy with the life she led.  Children would have tied her down and having to cater to a man was never on her agenda.

During her travels she met great people, famous people and people in desperate need.  She saw clearly that the world was divided into the ‘haves’ and ‘have nots.’  She did what she could, wherever she went, and when she spoke to others she never failed to mention the terrible discrepancy between the rich and the poor.  She told university graduating classes the truth about war. She told them about the never ending screaming and dying.  She read poems dedicated to mothers mourning their dead children and she read poems about happy children who had nothing at all.  She assigned the task of changing the world to those who had come to hear her speak.  She asked them not to let her down…not to let themselves, or the world, down…but she knew that they would.

Marie was serious about life but her paintings were unrestrained and filled with joy.  Having seen the darker side of things, she celebrated the the best of it in splashes of color.  Her paintings sold before they could be hung on gallery walls.  Her passion for life drew people in and made them hungry for what they couldn’t seem to get for themselves.

Until the end of her life, Marie continued to speak for the disenfranchised.  She continued to travel and tell the stories of those who had no voice.  Her poems continued to inform and enchant and her paintings continued to sell.  Two days before she was hit by a car and killed,  she spoke to a sold out crowd at The Art Institute of Chicago, where one of her paintings had just been installed.  She received a standing ovation.

Wherever Marie went, she made a difference.  She paid attention.  She listened.  She watched.  She reported.  She made the world a better place and that’s the best legacy of all.

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The chicklets are lining up for the reading of A CHICKMAS CAROL…

Ms. Vivian is reading A CHICKMAS CAROL to everyone tonight at nine.  It’s always exciting and everyone will be snacking and curled up in their pjs.  Some of the youngest ones fall asleep right away but the others listen to every word.  It’s almost time and the tension is growing.  The horses and goats are having carrots and hay, everyone has something they love to eat and there will be popcorn and hot chocolate with marshmallows as well.  It’s just one more wonderful party at The Coo

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p during this happy season.