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How Google Celebrates

I like the way Google creates logos for occasions in particular locales. It makes a huge conglomerate seem more personal. For example, you'd have to be googling from Japan to e-celebrate Isamu Noguchi's Birthday. You can see a collection of past Google doodles here.

The Fringe of Symmetry

I found this videopoem through my friend Laura Mullen, who posted it on facebook. The video is inspired by the poem "Going West" by Maurice Gee. The video is sponsored by the New Zealand Book Council. Fasten your reader's seat belt.

Credits: Film for NZ Book Council Produced by Colenso BBDO and Animated by Andersen M Studio  

Design, Acc. to Jonas Bergstrand

Grain Edit gives us more yummy design to devour. Check out the work of Jonas Bergstrand.

In the Trance by Brenda Hillman

A pretty anarchist said to me
It’s not that a great love happens
What happened became your great love

Her echo had an ancient glow & so
proved buoyant for my little craft

I left the world & felt a world

The bee loading its gloves with powder
The albatross wanting one thing from the sea

Nothing can wreck our boat said she

& when the water felt the glacier
The future held a present tense
The present held a future without cease

by Brenda Hillman

published by POOL

City Beach by Kay Bradner

Kay Bradner captures something unusual and slightly ominous about city beaches in her work. This piece is done with oil paint on aluminum. (via Art Moco)

Leaves/Tongues by Molly Bendall & Gail Wronsky

       

Let    me    be                      "straight"
                  with you
            where                      I'm coming        from:
  a word-            like                      Orphic          wind-egg
(to            sigh        to wink                  to        nod      to      kneel
to            shake            my              stumps      at    heaven)
                          I'm          so            sure
        it's a              Notorious              B.I.G.   deal
                          so what/bimbo
            I saw                        your&          little            mouth-thing
    now I'm                swayin
                                              Get
                a life                    a      Sybil-leaf          a        tulle-box
    by still practice          learn to
                                                      know      my
                        m(out)h                        Watch                "dawn"
  slink      down
                            this    catwalk                      wearing
                      lair du temps

Copyright © 2009 Molly Bendall & Gail Wronsky All rights reserved
from Bling & Fringe
What Books Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

I Walk a While in Nature

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Originally uploaded by Camilla Engman

moleskine monday: there be dragons

there be dragons
Originally uploaded by luckyfish

Teresa Miro

I found Teresa Miro on the Spraygraphic Community site. The captions are as awesome as the artwork. Here's the one for the picture below: "He introduced himself as a young man of certain background and renown, but he was still a horse." From a text by Enrique Rodriguez Garrett.

Love Calls Us to the Things of This World by Richard Wilbur

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,
And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul
Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple
As false dawn.
Outside the open window
The morning air is all awash with angels.

Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses,
Some are in smocks: but truly there they are.
Now they are rising together in calm swells
Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they wear
With the deep joy of their impersonal breathing;

Now they are flying in place, conveying
The terrible speed of their omnipresence, moving
And staying like white water; and now of a sudden
They swoon down into so rapt a quiet
That nobody seems to be there.
The soul shrinks

From all that is about to remember,
From the punctual rape of every blessed day,
And cries,
``Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.''

Yet, as the sun acknowledges
With a warm look the world's hunks and colors,
The soul descends once more in bitter love
To accept the waking body, saying now
In a changed voice as the man yawns and rises,

``Bring them down from their ruddy gallows;
Let there be clean linen for the backs of thieves;
Let lovers go fresh and sweet to be undone,
And the heaviest nuns walk in a pure floating
Of dark habits,

keeping their difficult balance.''

by Richard Wilbur

Make It a Moleskine Monday

Originally uploaded by hlenena

DIY Dream Poem

Here's a fun sounding exercise from Read Write Poem. It's by Bruce Covey. Let us know if you give it a try!

X=13, Y=21

Where there are coins, there’s matter,
A narrow strip of over 700,000 in this province.
Today the birds are green and the roofs are woven
Of string. You pick the spot, please:
Its zoo built with moment upon moment of cola fountains
(although the one at the center sprouts ginger ale), or
The checkerboard landscape with a single checker making me sweat.
A nest of spiders spins its lines of code — where something is and isn’t —
underneath the netting, the surface para-graph,
A wooden barrel in front of every scrap.
Half kangaroo and half gorilla would be very versatile,
Especially here, where rain has turned the road to muck.
Next to the thicket and upon a rock, my translator
Teaches card tricks to all the babies, changes their diapers.
Later we played an asphalt fight until the killer bees,
Digitally enhanced, came — an extensive natural race
That brings the good in night, its tropical players.

by Bruce Covey

Postcard for Bee #14

Postcard for Bee #14
Originally uploaded by dumpsterdiversanonymous

I'm pairing this with Bruce Covey's poem (above).

A Walk into Autumn

Autumn walk
Originally uploaded by Sameli

Happy WarmCool Moleskine Monday

WarmCool
Originally uploaded by A-dab-adu