Violet Echoes

Headband making :) #diy

Thu, 23 May 2013 14:21:40 +0100

Headband making :) #diy

Quick biro and pencil card I made for Gramps yesterday.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 16:45:18 +0100

Quick biro and pencil card I made for Gramps yesterday.

Sigh.

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 19:44:20 +0100

Sigh.

I love Bath, sometimes. #sunset #nofilter

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 20:09:24 +0100

I love Bath, sometimes. #sunset #nofilter

comiques: springtime

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 11:55:40 +0100

comiques:

springtime

The Moon Inside Me

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 13:10:00 +0100

At school assembly the boys were told to leave

and we were shown pictures

of tubes and eggs,

that were round, not egg-shaped.

They showed us flat shiny squares

and tiny tubes that looked like sweets

and the nurse lady told us that when her first moon came

she thought she was dying.

I didn’t want to die.

But that was a long time ago, she said

and now girls get told about things

so that was OK.

Then the talking was over.

I thought about telling her I was scared,

even though girls now get told about things.

I saw Lindsay hang behind

she had boobs already

and we teased her

when secretly we wanted them too.

When I woke years later to the smell of rust

my legs stuck together

and the stain on my sheet

I thought, they never tell you that, do they-

red blood darkens to brown.

Violet Dahl

Photo

Sat, 16 Feb 2013 00:33:28 +0000

Photo

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 23:14:30 +0000

comiques: Get yourself motivated. I LOVE Anne Emond!

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 00:36:54 +0000

comiques:

Get yourself motivated.

I LOVE Anne Emond!

Teehee

Thu, 07 Feb 2013 00:27:42 +0000

Teehee

stfumadison: “No actor I ever performed with had such public...

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 11:37:42 +0000

stfumadison:

“No actor I ever performed with had such public appeal. He was as masculine as any man I’ve ever known and as much a little boy as a grown man could be—it was this combination that had such a devastating effect on women. But there was nothing of ‘the King’ about his personality. Just the opposite. Utter simplicity. Uncomplicated. A man who lived on a simple, down-to-earth scale.” - Doris Day

Clark Gable

Long Gone

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 13:42:00 +0000

In the afterlife phones are not mobile-

and red booths are used to tell secrets

to loved ones. Most whispers allude to God’s

appearance. Some say he is a microbe,

unable to comprehend His children;

and others say he’s so impossibly

colossal that his days are like our years.

His house is vacant; with graffiti scrawled

phrases like Monetary-gone-mad-system.

Eerie runes are dug into His gate. They

explain His long absence- regrettably,

however, they are indecipherable.

One day, translator’s eyes will roll at: I’m off,

the kids have eaten me out of house and home!

Violet Dahl

Rooibos & Cinnamon Ahmad Tea is the bomb.

Fri, 25 Jan 2013 12:13:34 +0000

Rooibos & Cinnamon Ahmad Tea is the bomb.

'Babe'

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 15:54:00 +0000

The word babe refers to;

· A small, usually new-born, infant.

· The name of the piglet that wants to be a sheepdog from the 1995 film of the same title.

The word babe is not a term of endearment.

And for that matter, neither is honey.

The word honey refers to;

· A sweet, sticky, yellowish-brown fluid created by bees from the nectar collected from flowers.

The word honey is not a term of endearment.

And for that matter, neither is its weaker derivative, sweetie.

Humans have a surprisingly high sodium content. If anything, an accurate term of endearment is salty.

E.g. “Hey salty, pass me the sugar.”

Violet Dahl

Merry Christmas from the Christmas monsters. #handmade #cards

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 15:07:00 +0000

Merry Christmas from the Christmas monsters. #handmade #cards

Reckoning

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 12:10:46 +0000

It doesn’t

matter

to me

this is

the end;

the end

where squid

develop lungs

and learn

how to

fly,

an end

where

what

it means

to see

is to

transcend-

because

the end

sleep is

the only

friend

I need

to make

peace with.

Violet Dahl

Heavenly

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 14:15:00 +0000

Heavenly

visual-poetry: “to change art destroy ego” by ben vautier

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 19:36:03 +0000

visual-poetry:

“to change art destroy ego” by ben vautier

As for Poets by Gary Snyder

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 18:59:00 +0100

As for poets
The Earth Poets
Who write small poems,
Need help from no man.

The Air Poets
Play out the swiftest gales
And sometimes loll in the eddies.
Poem after poem,
Curling back on the same thrust.

At fifty below
Fuel oil won’t flow
And propane stays in the tank.
Fire Poets
Burn at absolute zero
Fossil love pumped backup

The first
Water Poet
Stayed down six years.
He was covered with seaweed.
The life in his poem
Left millions of tiny
Different tracks
Criss-crossing through the mud.

With the Sun and Moon
In his belly,
The Space Poet
Sleeps.
No end to the sky-
But his poems,
Like wild geese,
Fly off the edge.

A Mind Poet
Stays in the house.
The house is empty
And it has no walls.
The poem
Is seen from all sides,
Everywhere,
At once.

Rain on my skylight.

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 15:22:00 +0100

Rain on my skylight.