Which Do YOU Prefer??

My friend DeAnn is an artist.  She is involved at two community art centers--one in Faribault and one in Zumbrota.  One of the activities she has recently been engaged in is a pairing of a poet and an artist--the poet writes a poem and the artist does a piece of art inspired by the poem.

Here's the Poem.

Eating Fish

Yesterday, the fishermen's hands

Held living silver.

Blood fingers ran the length of ribs

Raking cold bone.

Along the shore slivers of ice chimed:

Char. Taken.

 

It may be the cook believes in no god.

Governed alone by taste

His faith lies firm in the foil with butter,

A sprinkle of basil,

Lies firm in labor, good love and loam,

The largess of the world.

 

Tomorrow, the child will come

Curious to the table.

She'll ask how far to ocean shoals

Or icy river,

Remembering her plate, the singing flesh,

A flash of silver in her eyes.

DeAnn asked me which I preferred.  I asked if it was okay to put the pictures up on my live journal to see if others agreed with me or with her.  Heh heh.  Yes, we each preferred different ones.

Vote for Yellow Plate or Pink Plate.

          

While you are at it, comment on the poem.  I think it is depressing.  


EDIT:  Fixed the color of the plate.  Duh.  It's pink, not blue!

The Eagle is Soaring.

Well, maybe it is a Quail or a Duck....

I will freely confess that I pissed away Saturday and Sunday--I went out with DeAnn and Ingrid on Saturday--spent most of the day out of the house.

I paid for my new bed in Medford, then DeAnn and I went to Perkins for breakfast. (They made my poached eggs too hard, the blighters!) Then, we picked up Ingrid and went to Cinemagic in Rochester to see Failure to Launch. It was funny, but the only characters that really appealed to me were the dark-haired geek-boy/computer whiz and the psychopathic bitch-girl he fancied. I'd have rather seen a movie totally centered around them than Matthew McConaughey (whom I do not find attractive AT ALL) and Sarah Jessica Parker (who I have just never really liked). I don't know what it is about her, but she just puts me off.

Matthew M. has a cute smile, I'll give him that. But the smile alone isn't enough to carry it for me.

After the movie, we went for an early supper at the Buffet. It was good--but not as good as it usually is. Everything was too salty for me, and the vegetables were cold. The best things were the very light, lovely, fluffly dinner rolls, the brussel sprouts, which were perfectly sweet and not bitter at all, and the soft serve ice cream which is, far and away, the best soft serve ice cream I have ever eaten.

When I got home, I played a little Diablo II. Then played Scrabble with Peter. Close game. He won.

On Sunday, I never even got dressed. I schlepped around in my pjs all day. I finally got caught up with my 800 emails, and I advanced my Amazon to level 19 in Diablo II. Whoo hoo! She will hit level 20 today, if I take a computer break.

I have dug into the work I have to do in my upstairs today (at last). I have already sacked up a full ORANGE bag of garbage and have also got a half a WHITE bag full of clothing and stuff that is going to Salvation Army or Kenyon's Third World Friends.

I'm being RUTHLESS, absolutely RUTHLESS, this time. Nothing will be spared for sentiment. Everything that I don't actually LOVE or USE is HISTORY. GONE.

You know I am DAMN serious when I start culling the Barbie herd. I've already sent one box off to Loanne Ostlie for her to do with as she pleases--and I have another box nearly full. It will be full by the time I'm done in my bedroom, I expect.

As soon as I finish this entry, I am off to Owatonna to buy some groceries, (I have nothing decent to eat in this house, and I am starving). I also intend to get at least two more of those plastic rolling drawer things to put the last of my fabric and yarn and thread in. Stuff has GOT to have a home. I'm tired of it constantly under foot and all over everything. I am also going to get a couple of those "shoe box" things with lids with handles on them. I need them for some of my craft pursuits. For example, I need one for my rerooting stuff. The ziplock bag wasn't sturdy enough--the needles kept coming through. And the plastic pencil box I transferred them to just isn't big enough. I need something large enough to hold all of my goodies--and the tools that I am using to do the rerooting with--AND the substances I am using for hair.

I want everything together in one easy to grab spot, so I can just grab it and use it, then pop the lid back on it and be done with it when I am finished.

Likewise, I want one of them for my "minibook" making supplies--it has to be a little wider than the shoe box, however, as the paper must lie flat in the bottom. I don't want the pages of my mini books to get bent.

That's all I can think of at the moment--I am sooo hungry. All I've had to eat today is a granola bar--and it wasn't enough.

I have to find some stuff that I can keep upstairs for days like today--cereal or something that can be eaten from a disposable bowl. I have a microwave upstairs, and a little fridge. It's almost like a little apartment up here. Hah hah.

Anyhow, I have to get the bedroom and the hallway cleared out so the delivery men can get my new bed into the bedroom. There isn't a lot of crap on the stairway, but what's there has to be dealt with as well.

The biggest disaster is the bedroom. But, I have a good start. If I can get some sustenance and some more storage devices, I should be able to get it done by tomorrow evening.

I've even thrown away some fabric that either Tammy or someone at school gave me because I do not think I would ever use it--nor would anyone else. Some of it appeared rather mildewed looking. I dumped that right away. It was too bad in a couple of cases, as the print was small and would have worked up into cute shirts for Ken.

Ah, well.

Such is life--and part of the consequences for not having appropriate places to store my supplies.

Gotta go now--or it will become too late to go to the store. Indeed, it is almost too late now--I hate going when people are off work--I prefer to go early in the morning or late at night, when no one else is around.

arg.

GG's Drawings--finally