The Frown

Graciel·la Vidal

:))

9 years ago.

.t.a.o.n.

YEAH ! ;-)

9 years ago.

Malik Raoulda ^club

Magnificent well treated shooting
Good and enjoyable weekend.

9 years ago.

Christiane ♥.•*¨`*•✿

Excellent composition, William !

9 years ago.

sasithorn_s

Interesting image with great composition!
Happy Sunday, William!

9 years ago.

William Sutherland ^club

Thank you everybody!

9 years ago.

William Sutherland ^club

Thank you Tim!

9 years ago.

RHH ^club

Frowning over all the garbage, I'm sure.

9 years ago.

RHH ^club

Thanks,William.

9 years ago.

William Sutherland ^club

Thank you Ron!

9 years ago.

Don Sutherland ^club

Fantastic work.

9 years ago.

William Sutherland ^club

Thank you Don!

9 years ago.

Pam J ^club

He is sad.. sad at the idiocy of some humans.

9 years ago.

Jaap van 't Veen ^club

Excellent work.

9 years ago.

Nora Caracci ^club

at least a smile ! great composition and presentation as always !

9 years ago.

Taormina ^club

also... amazing

9 years ago.

William Sutherland ^club

Thank you Elene, Pam, Dany, Jaap, Nora, and Borfel!

9 years ago.

Treasa Ui Cionaodha

Brilliant and very creative shot. Well done William Regards Tess

9 years ago.

Brenda Boisvert

Brilliant!

9 years ago.

Gisela Plewe ^club

Wieder eine exzellente Abfall-Art!

9 years ago.

William Sutherland ^club

Thank you Tess, Brenda, and Gisela!

9 years ago.

Nicolas Mertens ^club

Hot in Explore!

9 years ago.

William Sutherland ^club

Thank you Pachelbel, Nicolas, and Peter!

9 years ago.

Esther ^club

What was that? A superb series.

9 years ago.

William Sutherland ^club has replied to Esther ^club

It was an upside down portion of a sink. I found two spacer rings nearby and placed them on the sink. Plenty of spacer rings were around.

9 years ago. Edited 9 years ago.

Helena Ferreira

Stunning presentation!

9 years ago.

William Sutherland ^club

Thank you Esther, Kate, and Helena!

9 years ago.

William Sutherland ^club

Thank you again Kate!

9 years ago.

Rita Guimaraes

A very important poet from Minas Gerais (my state), named Carlos Drumond de Andrade said:
"Chaos is the absence of love"
You make poetry right in the chaos. That´s what I can feel watching your work.
That´s fantastic.

9 years ago. Edited 9 years ago.

Rita Guimaraes

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

SEARCH FOR POETRY

Do not make verses about happenings.
For poetry, there is no creation or death.
In her eyes, life is an unmoving sun,
Which neither warms nor lights.
The attractions, the anniversaries, the personal incidents
do not matter.

Do not make poetry with the body.
This excellent, complete and comfortable body, so unfit
for lyrical flow.
Your drop of gall, your face-making of pleasure or of pain
in the dark
Are of no account.
Do not tell me your feelings,
Which capitalize on ambiguity and attempts the long journey.
What you think and feel, that is not yet poetry.

Do not sing your city, leave it alone.
The song is not the movement of the machines or the secret
of the houses.
It is not music heard in passing; nor the sound of the sea
in the streets near the edge of spume.
The song is not nature
Or men in society.
For it, rain and night, fatigue and hope mean nothing.
Poetry (do not make poetry out of things)
Eliminates subject and object.

Do not dramatizes, do no invoke,
Do not investigate. Do not waste time telling lies.
Do not be anxious.
Your ivory yacht, your diamond shoe,
Your mazurkas and superstitions, your family skeletons
Disappear in the curve of time, time are worhless.

Do not resurrect
Your buried and melancholy childhood.
Do not oscillate between the mirror
And your fading memory.
If it faded, it was not poetry.
If it broke, it was not crystal.

Penetrate deftly the kingdom of words:
Here lie the poems that wait to be written.
They are paralyzed, but not in despair,
All is calm and freshness on the untouched surface.
Here they are alone and dumb, in the state of the dictionary.
Before you write them, live with your poems.
If they are obscure, be patient. If they provoke you,
hold your temper.
Wait for each one to actualize and to consume itself
In the power of language
And the power of silence.
Do not force the poem to come out of Limbo.
Do not pick from the ground the poem that was lost.
Do not flatter the poem. Accept it
As it will accept its own form, final and concentrated
In space.

Come closer and contemplate the words.
Each one
Has a thousand secret faces under a neutral face
And asks you, without interest in the answer,
Poor or terrible, which you will give it:
Have you brought the key?

Please note:
Barren of melody and meaning,
The words have taken refuge in the night.
Still humid and saturated with sleep,
They roll in a difficult river and turn themselves
into despising.