Sunday, September 18, 2016

imagery ..


Oops
At this point have no real idea what it actually means.

Once upon a time was an actor on stage. Real people, standing on a real stage in full view of a real audience.

...... oh, memories ... perhaps, one day will find a companion who will listen ....
memories of a horse .. named 'Mister'  .. but self always thought of him as "Mistre' .. a gelding - neither male nor female.

At this point am wondering why the "American" film industry think it important to destroy ever more motor vehicles, and ever more buildings in evermore (unreal CGI) ... "spectaculars".

 Wars are ugly, real people become dead, defaced, debilitated.

7 comments:

Davoh said...

Um, clarifying - the horse was not owned by me .. belonged to 'someone eslses' school.

Vincent said...

. . . and today, this is your stage, where you can ride on a day gelding, and defy the night mare.

Vincent said...

Somehow, I got welded to the horse, neither of us has had the op . . .

I practise archery skills over at my place, trying to nail the hidden truths by loosing words from my quiver.

Let us find consolation and gladness in what we do, till the Reaper comes knocking!

Davoh said...

? Vincent .. 'tis only early evening hearabouts .. but no 'night mares'.
( though 'mare' - the sea is close by ).. meh.

Davoh said...

(and yes, Vincent, i do own a real compound bow - practice archery on a dead mattress .. heh)

Davoh said...

Odd, really, Vincent. Memories of "once upon a time". that pic was sort of recent - 2 years ago .. but can also recall memories of when i was a 'real' stunt rider .... sheesh; 50 years ago ?

Where have those times gone? Where am i now?

Natalie d'Arbeloff said...

Davoh, write your memoir! Never mind waiting for a listening ear close by. Most people only listen with one ear to the person talking; the other ear listens to their own inner voice already preparing what it's going to say next. True of all of us to some extent, innit? So write your memories, in your own voice, your own style, and eventually other people will read it. Who knows how many? That doesn't matter, it's the doing it that matters.