It IS Time Travel - with Poppets!

The direction was a mosaic that showed the passage of time using at least 25 original photos.

I did it in triptych form - this is the underlying first panel for "Past"

Now for something completely random

I have suddenly found myself a student again, in the formal sense. I have taken a big personal push out of my protected zone and enrolled in a creative writing class- this means creative writing assignments. I was asked to rewrite lyrics to an existing song. Oddly, I chose a song I did not particularly like.

The feedback in the class is limited - we may be in the stage where we are applauding because the bears can dance. Since I expect this to be buried soon under a real post I will share my dancing bear here. The original song is "Torn" arranged for Natalie Imbruglia - we were supposed to write something new to match it.

Mourn

I woke with stardust in my grasping hand

It burned cold

but I held on, and I was petrified

I saw grey, broken walls and cried

There’s nothing left to hang the banner now

The floors are bare, the ceiling’s gone

Even ghosts moved on

I’m still wandering through the halls

Nothing’s whole that’s left inside

The population’s lost or died

I keep going on

I will Stand

or Fall

I’m all out of faith

All I have is steel

And the stardust that I hold

while exposed to Fate

Illusionary change

I’ll make something real

The enemy’s within, I will see this victory forsworn

No, it’s not too late

I’ve already mourned

If I take the writings at their word

I reach the gate and find escape

And this song will be heard

The creeping dread won’t hold me now

I won’t despair

I don’t need luck

The way ‘s made clear

through cold stardust

I've seen so many things, it hurts so much

That’s all

I’m all out of faith

All I have is steel

I am cold, I am enraged

Deep in shadows by the floor

Step within my range

I’ll win something real

The enemy’s ahead and I will see his perfect plan is torn

He’s moved in too late

I’ve already mourned

Cold ashes where he used to lie

Stardust, steel

his blood runs dry

Now I am alone

I will Stand

Or Fall

I’m all out of faith

All I have is steel

And the stardust left I hold

calling back to Fate

Illusionary change

I’ll make something real

The enemy is gone, I have seen this victory is cold

No more need for faith

Doesn’t matter what I feel

I'm cold, I’m not ashamed

Burned and broken on the floor

You’re a little late

I’ve already mourned

The Centers of Storms are the Calms

Clarity has extra edges after storms pass. 

All things are sharper than before, broken things are merely broken and no longer dangerous.  

 The peripheries are visible, we can mark the risks.

The air is charged with things that could have been but weren't, dangers or losses that were endured or never suffered. Things smell cleansed and electric.

Old trails are washed away. History gets a small sense of erasure. 

Things look different when light comes. 

Their shape, 

their size 

their age.

Their cracks and crevices, and my own as well.  

Things look True.

In that first cold light of morning, it is hard not to pity the things that need the may-be. 

Now reduced in size and scope, still dangerous 

but not unknown.

Not unmanageable. 

Not unimaginable.

Poor things.

Light is invasive, it is far more unforgiving than the Darkness. Darkness is full of could-be, Light is filled with is.

It takes talent to hide in Light, a trick we have learned here at the House.

Do not mistake the Light for warmth, we use it for what it is. 

Tonight, when the day slips through the cracks of time and night overtakes our patch of land again, it will not have the heaviness of the Darkness, which grinds its gears, perambulating on its way with those who choose to keep it close. It will return to being Somewhen Else, and here it will only be night. 

Tonight we will sing a softer song to offer up to the Universe. I will sing again for the Darkness. I will wish it whatever darkling peace it can be bestowed and honor its elsewhen claim. Someone needs to and the Darkness used to be mine. It still cannot abide here. It has no right to the Now. 

We do not belong to the Darkness.

 

We do not belong to the Light.

Either one will have to get through me. I will protect those that are mine. I will sometimes waver, but I will win. We are prepared.

Here at the House, we are standing, and we are still our own.