I totally love Effervescence, so when the prompt Sparkle came up I thought of sparkling water. My two favorites are Mineragua and San Pellegrino, though I’ve been known to nip at a Perrier now and then.
But “sparkle” also reminds me of my favorite lyric in The Guess Who’s “American Woman,” so I was happy to spend a little space and time on quoting that lyric on my page.
#inktober2023 #inktober
cane toad // creature hungry slouchy pest / appetite its manifesto / nature made of this toadzilla / entertainment unvanillaed
Warning: controversial; vulgar; may offend.
INKtober, day 6. Prompt: “Golden.”
Fun fact: about six years ago, when the Trumps were in the White House, they asked the Guggenheim Museum if they could borrow one of their Van Goghs for a party. A curator told them No, the Van Gogh was unavailable, but they would like to offer instead an 18-carat gold toilet by an Italian sculptor, titled “America.” Here’s a link:
And here’s the poem on my image:
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golden…
golden moment goldeneye
golden arches my o my
golden globes and golden…
toilet???
o m g that sure does
s[p]oil it!!!
he has had his golden hours,
golden swindles, golden showers,
but his golden-years bathroom business,
i feel,
will be conducted in a cell
in stainless steel.
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Here’s hoping!
Wow, INKtober has arrived, and I didn’t realize till a couple hours ago. The prompt is Dream. I did this without forethought and with no photo sourcing, just mind’s-eye stuff.
Speaking of eyes, I have new lens implants in mine following cataract surgery. My eyes are still healing, but my astigmatism is gone, and with the help of reading glasses I am getting a much clearer view. I am grateful for the medical advances that gave my vision new life.
Here are the words to the quickie double acrostic:
Drama Dream
Damn the slumbrous night–so hard
Ravaged memory of char
Ashen Carnage is the theme
Must we one again do harm? Da
Age and Wisdom lend no charm
1) Guy walking with armload of books, papers, packages says “Heavy!” 2) A paper slips out and drifts to ground. Guy: “Whoops” 3) Guy reaches down with one hand for the paper. As he says “Nngh” with exertion, the unstable stack starts to topple. 4) Guy topples too and says “Ah Jeez” 5) Guy starts to pick himself up and turns and sees a large vehicle barreling toward him. Uh-Oh!!!
This is the soul of slapstick: a chain of ever-worsening events leading to exciting disaster. My drawing style, barely coherent, is slapstickily chaotic as well. So this text serves as libretto (Italian. Literally “little book” but “cheat sheet” is a more apt translation) to the scribbly operetta above.
In the mid-1980s I went camping three times in Havasupai, the west end of the Grand Canyon, with family and friends. This drawing looks nothing like Havasupai but I threw the helicopter in because if you took that 10-mile trek to the Havasupai campsite, by mule or on foot, and then found yourself unable or unwilling to go out the way you came in, there was a helicopter ferry service. Cost per person, in 1985 US Dollars: $500.
To each their own.
Egomaniac
Mumbled, exploded, with will to absorB
All that young stuff that’d come to his dooR
Restless a c q u i s i t i v e n e s s his agorA
Loved making cuckolds of husbands of womeN
Overindulgence and theft unmisgiveneD
Ne’er-do-well gaming the scene like NintendO
Egomaniac
Mumbled, exploded, with will to absorB
All that young stuff that’d come to his dooR
Restless a c q u i s i t i v e n e s s his agorA
Loved making cuckolds of husbands of womeN
Overindulgence and theft unmisgiveneD
Ne’er-do-well gaming the scene like NintendO
Today’s prompt is “Tempting.” Tempting to me implies that the activity of allure is something we are supposed to avoid. So I loaded an index card with artifacts of gambling, alcoholism, satisfaction of raw lust, hard drug addiction, and violence. It was only after I’d finished the image that it occurred to me that the word Tempting is of eight letters that divide in have to a nifty shorthand DEFINITION of Temptation: Temp (temporary) Ting (tingle). The acrostic poem follows, as minimalist as I could make it and still qualify as a poem. (Note: the four words Testament, Ennui, Meditation, and Playacting would comprise a more minimalist solution, but the mental gymnastics involved in justifying their relevance to “Tempting” would throw my psychic back out, so I backed out of the route.
Temp Ting: Tomorrow we’ll be penitent•Engulfed in guilt/ennui•Must focus on the NOW not then•Please say OMFG.
One with Clay, Image and Text 