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Never Yours

by fyarlgiles

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When a girl has sails in her eyes

do not try to kiss her ruby-stained lips

or pet her porcelain wrists

for she

 belongs

to the salted waves of adventure

that crash

and break

against your hopeful

hands

“Advice for The Optimist” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

 

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One is the Loneliest Number

by fyarlgiles

Today begins our newest series:

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One is the Loneliest number:

Art, poetry, and miscellaneous pieces  that explore isolation, abandonment, imprisonment, separation, and loneliness

Artwork: The End of a Love Affair by Hugo Barros

Art Heap: Out of Place

by fyarlgiles

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Broccoli Hands by Sarah Cruce

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Pear Picker by Bene Rohlman

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Salt Water Grazing by Sarah Cruce

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Space Cowboy by David Delruelle

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God Bless by David Delruelle

Lesser Known Artists: Lucille Malkia Roberts

by fyarlgiles

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Malkia Roberts ( 1923 ), “Spectrum” Acrylic on canvas 1972

This image, according to the artist, represents acceptance of the present and anticipation of the future. The woman is the past, and the Expressionistic style and upward gaze symbolize the future. The flame-like palette “eliminates the possibility of negative space and ensuing objectivity” (203).

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Malkia Roberts ( 1923 ), “Guardian” Oil and Acrylic on canvas 1986

Human figures are often found in Roberts’ art, but abstracted. The theme of this piece is “women of color” and how they are “protectors of family and tradition.” She is quoted as saying, “My ‘gathered visions’ are evoked and implied rather than realistically delineated in the traditional sense. They have evolved and are wedded in patterns of light and color, reflecting my emotional and spiritual reactions to places and ‘people of color’ around the planet, with whom I have bonded. The energy invites viewers to unravel the themes and come to their own conclusions.”

Information from University of Iowa

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Disco Planet

by fyarlgiles

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She’s a disco

lollipop

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with

golden gloves

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that shimmer

and shine

like her

diamond

blood

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she’s a million

pouty,

lipstuck

mouths

spitting

kisses

at the crowd

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A  vulgar splat

of

invincible youth

hissing at boredom–

so sure of the

truth.

“Cocaine Kisses” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by MIchelle Cordes

Hide and Seek

by fyarlgiles

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search for me

in crisp, light flakes

of ash

that  perch

on sills

beneath the bludgeoned clouds,

for snuffed out fires

always warn

of my suffocating

steps

“Now, You See Me” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Judgement by Anyes Galleani

The Female Gaze

by fyarlgiles

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our

pleasant

black

faces

are pressed together

under a veil

of chalky peach

 that drapes over your sleeping spine

and my

shivering shoulders

to protect us

from open air

and honesty—

Every day we dress

like dolls

with cherry cheeks

and nodding heads

because you are a daisy

and I am a tulip

and we

live only

to be

seen

“The Female Gaze” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: Spectrum by Lucille Malkia Roberts

Loaded Quotes: Bloody Ambition

by fyarlgiles

She danced, and was obliged to go on dancing through the dark night. The shoes bore her away over thorns and stumps till she was all torn and bleeding; she danced away over the heath to a lonely little house. Here, she knew, lived the executioner; and she tapped with her finger at the window and said:

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‘Come out, come out! I cannot come in, for I must dance.’

 And the executioner said: ‘I don’t suppose you know who I am. I strike off the heads of the wicked, and I notice that my axe is tingling to do so. “Don’t cut off my head!’ said Karen, ‘for then I could not repent of my sin. But cut off my feet with the red shoes.’

Excerpt from  ” The Red Shoes” by  Hans Christian Anderson

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An enchanting woman whose feet have been hacked to bloody stumps is an image of humanity that comforts me.

Let me explain. 

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We are all complex mixtures  of beauty and horror, pain and delight, greed and charity. But there is such a cry for dichotomies in western culture, that we tend to ignore this.  It’s simple!! Pretty is pretty, and Yucky is yucky, now let’s all get ice cream sandwiches!!

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But there is no pretending when it comes to Karen.   The crude image of her perfect body sitting atop bloody mutilated legs makes her brokenness impossible to hide. And isn’t that sort of honesty liberating? Sometimes, I feel like my body is a lie I tell to anyone who is capable of seeing me. It is young, functional, it has no apparent deformities, and it conceals my self-loathing. It’s nice sometimes because I never truly feel vulnerable, but it breeds a lot insecurity. If no one sees me for what I am, how can I ever truly feel accepted?

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I think that a lot of people will say that this story is about how vanity can ruin you and blablabl..  more oppressive ideas about female sexuality professed by the catholic church… but I have always seen it as a tale about facing the good, the bad, and the bloody within yourself.

The truth isn’t simple; It is a young girl who looks gorgeous from the waste up, but is forced to hobble around on the ghosts of her own feet.

Angie

You Make Me

by fyarlgiles

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those gobs

of greenish muck

that slide off your tongue

in petty,

privileged,

lumps,

make me yearn for

the sight of humiliation and

soupy mutilation

“Stop Talking” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork: I got Your Back by Keith P Rein

Little Girls Lost

by fyarlgiles

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She is

glitter-coral nail polish

chipping

like the white on an aging picket fence–

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no more lavender ribbons

or dainty satin shoes

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to protect

her virgin skin

from the dirt

of the earth.

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Just the

picked

and peeled remains

of

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what used to be

brand

new

“Little Girl Lost” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

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