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Even

admin — Tue, 19 Jul 2011 12:42:55 +0000

Sometimes your own scars startle you. Sometimes you wonder why you’re crying after midnight-you wonder where your very first misstep occurred. You might despise the way someone’s face contorts when they are telling you just how wrong you are. Sometimes you can’t keep it all in even when you know it isn’t going to come out right. Sometimes one sentence changes your whole day…for better, or worse.

dbr

Photo Credit: Deanne Brooke Rivera–6.29.11

Empty Branches

admin — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 15:43:24 +0000

I can run inside the shadow, but there is a circle in place of a finish line…it’s a pit without a pendulum, a staircase spiraling downward. A moment on fire, frozen in time.

I can count the rain clouds and the empty branches on the tree…the sky is opening up again, but all I can see is that you too, are empty. An unwritten book in hand. Just you, searching for me.

photo credited to: Lauren Elizabeth Crown

I Don’t Care (Lonesome Road) –Alana Davis

admin — Mon, 18 Apr 2011 20:39:19 +0000

Soul, driving down this lonesome road

Somewhere…somewhere, someone’s waiting

You’re leaving with a part of me

Stolen…stolen time that once was mine

Precious words we left unheard

Desert me and deceive me, but I don’t care

I don’t care anymore

You love me then you leave me, but I don’t care

I don’t care anymore

Heart, stepping through the door alone

Somewhere…somewhere, someone’s longing

Smiled, someone at the red light smiled

Saved me, saved me from my inner strife

Baby, he just saved my life

Desert me and deceive me, but I don’t care…

I don’t care anymore.

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Updating…

admin — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 14:55:33 +0000

I posted yesterday for the first time in a long time–school, work and dance have all kept me busy as usual, but I will be updating the site more regularly.

Stay tuned.

“Sometimes I allowed my thoughts, unchecked by reason, to ramble in the fields of Paradise…”

admin — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 22:03:02 +0000

The woman responsible for creating seven novels, numerous travel books, biographical studies, stories and articles, mythological dramas and a novella, accomplished her most infamous literary feat at the age of nineteen when she wrote Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus (1818). Frankenstein is to date, one of the most treasured pieces of Gothic Fiction ever published. By 1851, the year Mary Shelley died, she was considered to be among the great writers of the time; Shelley was held as being extremely reputable and respected independent of her husband’s talent and fame.

Shelley’s parents were both influential in literary cirlces of the time. Her mother, Mary Wollstonecraft, was one of the the first feminists and made her views of sexism known when she published A Vindication of the Rights of Woman in 1792. Her father, William Godwin, was also part of the intellectual society as a political journalist and writer. Godwin became famous with the publication of An Enquiry Concerning Political Justice in 1793.

Having been essentially educated by means of her own when surrounded by members of her father’s intellectual acquaintances, Shelley was able to submerge herself in varying styles of writing. Godwin often worked alongside famous essayists, critics and poets, most notably Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Percy Bysshe Shelley, who would later become Mary’s husband.

Though she authored several works during her lifetime, Frankenstein remains her most popular piece.

“Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.”

(Shelley, Frankenstein)

http://rockstartemplate.com/photography/high-quality-nature-art-photography/

Works Consulted:

http://kirjasto.sci.fi/mshelley.htm

http://www.online-literature.com/shelley_mary/

My Fabric

admin — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 19:10:49 +0000

You can always tear away part of the fabric right at the seam–I can show you how. I can help you fill up the void and stitch things back together too…

There is so much more that I am capable of finishing up for you–but that’s not really what I want. I know what you’re looking for–I know what you need. I fully understand what this is bound to grow into…

change is coming, it happens every day. And it’s not that I don’t like it, but are you honestly going to look right at me and tell me not to hold on to just one small piece of any and everything that I love? Will you insist on telling me that I shouldn’t keep any of it–any trace of the breeze, any scent of a torn shirt that passes by me?

I’ve been cultivating my memories…how do you think I ended up this way?

Ending up is fine with me,

Everything I am is a benefit to you.

Find one whole love ‘Under the Bridge’…

or not. Either way–

I’m the one.

dbr

7.20.2010

Image:

http://www.bottesfordhistory.org.uk

Attack

admin — Tue, 11 May 2010 19:52:25 +0000

I won’t be able to separate these things – I won’t ever be able to go back without you. If you stay, I think I’ll be able to give my very best…just stay and keep my hand in yours – I won’t be able to chase the most haunting memories if you’re not there with me, not right there – just watching me rest. And when I’m sleeping – it is really the closest then – but it is you who makes me feel alive. I would tell you down to the second – but now I can’t remember when.

But you make my heart beat and you win the race – take every last breath away – lift me up and kiss my face. I’ll keep it all together, but I can’t always stop the tears for you – fill me up and feel the rain and understand that what I tell you is nothing but the truth. I never meant to overwhelm you, it’s so hard to hold all of this back -

Don’t let it scare you…I have to save all of these little dreams from a much bigger attack.

dbr

October 28th, 2009

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The Ghost–Walter de la Mare

admin — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 13:28:46 +0000

Peace in thy hands,

Peace in thine eyes,

Peace on thy brow;

Flower of a moment in the eternal hour,

Peace with me now.

Not a wave breaks,

Not a bird calls,

My heart, like a sea,

Silent after a storm that hath died,

Sleeps within me.

All the night’s dews,

All the world’s leaves,

All the winter’s snow

Seem with their quiet to have stilled in life’s dream

All sorrowing now.

Moonlit Forest

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14 x 20 in. Water Color

1998

Empty

admin — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 15:21:57 +0000

I could tell you why I’m empty, and when I’m feeling full- the distance overlaps here though, brings back the bitter taste, the final push and pull. Skating on thin ice because there’s fire underneath, still smiling when I’m with you though- you’re still inside the space I can reach.

You read me like a book most days, always pleading when you know something is wrong, but this time I can’t place the emptiness…no matter what, it won’t take long. Isn’t that right? Isn’t that what they think? Please just pick me up again, I can’t start sinking today…please set me on my feet.

You’re just as full now, as you were when this started…I told you day one that I was still so broken-hearted. Standing in the parking lot, the air was cooling across my face- Standing right in front of you, my secret sacred place.

And I’m filling up the empty space, though I’m not sure you can really tell.

Smiling in the summertime. This is why I fell.

dbr

Image:

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425 and then some…

admin — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 15:30:49 +0000

George Balanchine was born in St. Petersburg, Russia on January 22, 1904 and died April 30, 1983.

Balanchine had acquired a wealth of musical knowledge in his early childhood that he carried through his adult life, and exemplied and built upon throughout his academic and professional careers. With the musical foundation deeply-rooted as a result of his father and brother both having been composers, Balanchine began studying dance forms at the age of nine when he attended the Imperial Ballet School in St. Petersburg. He graduated with honors in 1921 and shortly thereafter began attending the State Academic Theater for Opera and Ballet–he simultaneously enrolled in the state’s Conservatory of Music where he studied musical theory, composition, counterpoint and harmony.

Balanchine was extremely successful in his dancing and musical endeavors, and because of his extensive musical grounding he was able to communicate and work with such notable composers as Igor Stravinsky and Darius Milhaud. His specialized focus on the musicality of the ballets he was choreographing, provided him with the opportunity to have very unique relationships with those composing specifically for his works. Some critics believe that his ability to recognize the sections of a composed piece that needed to be downplayed in order to place emphasis on the dancers, was what lead him to such great and memorable accomplishments. His relationships with composers and the input he was able to give them, allowed for a fresh sense of collaboration between the artists. Having essentially created the modern ballet form, his name made a formidable impression on his principal dancers, potential dancers, fellow choreographers and audiences.

The Ballet Master has been accredited with over 425 choreographed works, all of which can be found in the George Balanchine Catalogue on the official website of The George Balanchine Foundation–www.Balanchine.org. The site information explains that after his presumed complete list of pieces had been published in 1983, some twenty more were discovered. The Foundation website contains the complete updated collection.

Balanchine’s alteration and continual pull for innovation of a truly classical ballet form lead to the creation of his own legendary form. The modern styles and techniques that he instilled in the ballet community are loved and lasting. His methods are honored, immitated and memorialized in innumerable stage performances each year. Aside from his personal and professional accomplishments, he routinely receives accolades from the world’s top choreographers as having been one of the most adored, and necessary ballet artists of all time.

Sources Consulted (Photograph included):
http://www.nycballet.com/company/history/balanchine.html