"installations" poems
Time is the eternal sculptor
Chiseling away through centuries
To create innovative masterpieces
Where many facets of life emerge
Bridging the past, present and future
Shaping the moments we dwell in
Where events are scheduled
To display the varied installations
Which cannot be replicated
Recorded in the chronicles of time
When our world will fade away
But time will be there till eternity
Relentlessly sculpting for the future
For, time brings change
And everything changes, except time itself
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
Wondering the evening stillness
We left the bluebell beds
And the sculptured wooden rose
To trample the wearing pathway
Down to the campus amphitheater.
A patch of daylight brought the party
To look upwards where transparent rope
Made a crossing of wavering sun beams
A celebration of Art Installations with an
unexpected rhyme.
Downwards the plateau, a semicircle of grass
Melts into July’s empty classroom of books
As wasted writing and hours of hot fluttering
In a breeze with discarded wineglasses and cups
Await the sound of trumpets and a golden crown.
Love Mary ***
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC
Taos Pueblo fashion designer Patricia Michaels returns to New York City for “Style Fashion Week NYC”on September 10th to present her latest 30 piece collection at aspecial RSVP eventat Hammerstein Ballroom, 311 West 34th St, Midtown Manhattan.
Michaels was a finalist on season 11 of the Lifetime reality TV show, “Project Runway”, and “Project Runway All-Stars”, gaining thousands of admirers as the media world followed her success along with an excited and proud Indian country.
Michaels will present her trademark PM Waterlily line and her latest collection for Spring/Summer 2017. Known for her use of Native-themed fabrics, hand painted or hand dyed, cut and fabricated at her Taos, New Mexico studio, Michaels says she is inspired by nature walks at Taos Pueblo among the trees, wildflowers and water plants, and “seeds” are important symbols of her designs and concepts.
The following description is from the website, speaking of the “Modern Native” who inspires and wears her designs. “Patricia Michaels...will have a few pieces for colder climates as her woman travels to regions where during the summer the climates tend to be cold. She is a world traveler so one may made need that special look to freshen her palette.”
Those living in or near the New York area that are interested in attending can visit toEventbrite to RSVP for the September 10 event. Seating is limited.
We wish Patricia Michaels and PM Waterlily success in New York City and beyond.
According to their site, Style Fashion Week, producer of globally recognized fashion events, provides top designers a world class platform to showcase their collections. Each year Style Fashion Week presents the season's must see shows, unforgettable performances and exclusive installations. Our expansive Style Marketplace immerses guests in fashion as well as art and design. Guests directly engage with brands throughout the week.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/backless-formal-dresses
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
Fashion designer Dame Trelise Cooper is holding her first show in Wanaka to help raise funds for the town's planned hospice.
The September 30 Theatre of Fashion event is being organised by Wanaka fashion store Escape Clothing owner Lucy Lucas and the Upper Clutha Hospice Trust and organisers hope to raise up to $30,000.
Trust fundraiser Bev Rudkin said the show was "such a coup for Wanaka".
Wanaka hasn't had anything like this before and we know Theatre of Fashion will be an exciting event."
The event will be held at the McRae family's Glendhu Station Woolshed and will showcase the Trelise Cooper Summer 2015/16 collection. It will also feature three Trelise Cooper 1950s-inspired installations.
The event includes an auction of donated items, with all proceeds going to the Upper Clutha Hospice Trust.
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Lucas lost her mother to cancer two years ago and says the hospice facility is especially important for the local community.
At the moment, Wanaka cancer patients and their families travel either to Clyde's Dunstan Hospital or Dunedin Hospital for hospice care.
The Upper Clutha Hospice Trust will be a tenant in the Presbyterian Support Otago and Mt Aspiring Retirement Village's proposed aged care/dementia facility on Cardrona Valley Road. Construction is scheduled later this year.
The trust is raising capital and operating costs for its patient rooms within the larger facility.
Lucas stocks Trelise Cooper in her shop and approached Dame Trelise to see if she was interested in helping the trust.
"Dame Trelise is incredibly generous with her time. She does a lot for community causes. Wanaka is so lucky to have her agree to holding this event, and for her to attend is even better. Guests are in for a treat. Trelise Cooper shows are always fantastic, with plenty of 'wow' factor," Lucas said.
Dame Trelise said she was only too happy to help: "Giving back to the community is something I have always believed in. It means a lot to me that my passion and the work that I do can be put towards something that really makes a difference . . . I have some very loyal customers in the South Island who have supported my label right from the beginning, and it feels great to be able to bring an event like this to them."
FAST FACTS
What: Theatre of Fashion inaugural show
When: 6.30pm, Wednesday September 30, 2015
Where: Glendhu Station Woolshed, Glendhu Bay
Cost: $65 per person or $75 for front row seats. Tickets from Escape Clothing, Ardmore Street, Wanaka, or the Upper Clutha Hospice Shop, Ballantyne Road. All proceeds to the Upper Clutha Hospice Trust.
- The Mirror
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
whether sweet or salty
it is the mother of life
no matter whether you are
Darwinist or Creationist
water as a source of our existence
you cannot deny
so, what do we do
with this essential gift of nature
except drink it and float on it?
we waste it, pollute it,
in general,
we simply don’t appreciate it
at least those of us
who live in the comfort zones
of regular rainfall
advanced sanitary installations
and drinkable tap water
millions of others
depend on their lives
for water from the sky
or from the sea
re-appreciating water
taking care of it
may save the lives
of our children
they are our future
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
We're all sound artists now.
Walking through our chosen concert halls, with or without walls, listening through public spaces, in personal places, curating our own shapes of combinations, constructions, concoctions of sounds and visions, an unwitting contribution to the contemporary audio visual world of sonic art installations.
We're all artists now.
And we're in charge.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
Hot August winds
Blows across dried yellow grass.
The shimmer of heat.
Rippling off the blacktop.
At a roadside Motel.On the
South Dakota Landscape.
I see the arrival of
An Amish family all,
Dressed in Black.
Arrive dragging their
Simple bags into the room
As the door closes.
I head inside to escape the heat
The smell of sulfur.
Rises from the water faucet.
Mixed with the smell of
Bacon and Eggs frying
In an electric skillet.
I head out under the overhang.
To escape the heat and my parents.
Down the way, a boy in Black Hat
Black shirt open,
White Tee showing.
He walks over to meet me.
I show him toys I brought,
Bored in the blasting heat.
We hop across the hot blacktop.
Barefoot trying not to get burned.
Off to the park, We find
The hollowed out carcass.
Of an F-16 Fighter Jet,
We bonded as pilot and copilot
Jetting across the Badlands.
We strafed and bombed.
Enemy installations.
Cutting off troop Supplies.
We blasted the afterburners.
Breaking the sound barrier.
On a hot August afternoon.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
two installations, the old garden,
blue bells, wild garlic fuelling the air.
rain soaked, watcing the rooks nest
high at rosemundy, falling backwards
woke to find just a dream.
the doves
were plaster.
rosemundy.
sbm.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
I want to get
higher & higher
&
higher
until I explode
like a Super Nova
exploding particles everywhere,
Radio waves,
Microwaves,
Neutrinos dancing,
Read at installations
every where
Anamoly?
Some cowboys electric fence?
Or better yet
a cosmic event.
How high can I get?
and
Have I got there yet?
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
I was her boredom
As the monster cut up the city
We ordered food. and sat to wait out our imminent destruction
Disassembling art installations that had grown out of my hair
Going to and from.
There will be no Magical girl transformation sequence .
There will be no battle. And triumph
I was the summer.
Burning other people. while we stayed inside
For most of it
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
I should, by all practical matters, quit looking through old photos of when my life was much "simpler." Childhood photos, to be exact. They serve only as a reminder of how old I am, and how much older I soon will be. (Yea, I know, ending a sentence with a prepostion is against the rules of proper penning.)
Looking at these pics, I catch myself playing the game of "whatever became of who?" Those other kids on that cul-de-sac in Corpus Christi, Texas, "waaay, waaay" back in the mid to late forties. One, in particular, comes to mind.
His name was "Duke" Jones. Perhaps, the most popular "kid" on the block.He was our next-door neighbor. An excellent "fielder" when we played baseball, heck of a fast runner, not much of a hitter. But, he was a lot more than that. For, you see, Duke, was a dog. A Doberman Pinscher, a former guarddog at military installations during the war, and rehabilitated before re-entering civilian life. And, he loved children.
Duke knew everyone on the block, knew the postman, the milk deliveryman (yes,there was a time when dairies had milk delivered to your home, but that can be another story), knew which house we lived at, the vehicles our parents drove, he was our protector. If a stranger, such as a door to door salesman, entered his territory, he froze, staring, watching, positioning himself between us and the stranger. If that stranger stepped on to the walk leading to a front door, Duke would start moving, stealthily, instincts, training, taking control. If a strange vehicle entered, he took notice, watched, intently. My mother and father often said, "We have the safest block in the city."
Our family had moved to another city in 1951, when we got a letter from Duke's "parents", telling us that Duke had passed away at age 16. Looking at that photo in my hand, Duke hasn't gone anywhere.
copyright: richard riddle: 11/02/15
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
they'll demoniße (schwankend s),
they refers to politicians,
it's not a paranoid pronoun -
i freak out at some installations
at Tate modern, but freaky is duke,
baron, cardinal: an artistic revision
of what goes on in the heads of
those patriarchal maternity heads;
name them:
jesse helms v. david wojnarowicz
(voy-na'h-ro'h-vee-ch');
yeah i know he was gay,
but now the stigma spreads into
kind regard to the ladies of the Goodmayes
brothel, who weren't Roma but Bulgar
(Cyrillic pizdiec) - but hell i'd bonk a gypsy
like a slice of wedding cake -
anything that moves, anything that moves
(well come on, daddy's a politician
and she's gorging on a mustang phallus).
indeed, with conclusive words,
the english schwankend s (the wavering s,
mediating sometimes sly, slack
and sometimes zebra and dice).
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
They are all the Stonehenge slabs waiting
to topple over, granite foundation
of the cosmic cardhouse.
Expressionless: blank stares
Like the ceiling of the sky with
wall-to-wall cloudless gray
Warmed over with a vague upset -
The sun still tries its damnedest
Underneath the folds somewhere
Some of the grim flock re-picturing
bedspreads they snuck under with
lovers passed on long-since
(Stop, dash, as good as dead
Dash, stop, resume again)
They felt trapped,
they motioned Your Honor for bust-out.
New apartments, new partners,
new town centers eventually
seemed all the same and they
were stricken apathetic:
dead end
New installations of municipal plotting
erected in a Cold War mindframe,
Brutalism put to shame.
Rising above an alma mater
Those who stayed pass by,
Itinerants late-stage en-route
To spiritual tent cities to remain.
Rising above the rest of town
Squinting producing the pitched
Concrete walls, the barbed wire vein
Circulating among borders
Teeth of ******* razorblades.
Another life they’d never graduate
Now all that’s left is ponzi schemes,
billiard hellscapes accented with
deep-discount tobacco flames,
greasy spoons caddy-cornering
shuttered gas stations with their
mummified attendants left
moaning with desire from
beneath the boards:
Broken glass glints on felled horizons
of the ever-present post-industrial plains
What a waste slog on what a waste
What a waste slog on what a waste
Your Honor we request another stay
Your Honor we request another stay
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC
Glittering brilliance, these crystal panels
dressed in their thick, gold frames,
cupping and shaping the light,
pooling images the second they appear,
then, unlike the camera, they let go,
swallowing the world whole,
preparing for the next procession
of time-bond creatures.
They respect transience,
creating their own temporary ripples,
their own instantaneous installations.
They are mime artists of illusion,
disappearing as the earth darkens.
Patiently, for they wait for the return
of light, never doubting it will come.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC
most days i daydream of
traipsing past New Zealand streams
hopping from stones as the rivers
rush past beneath our feet
walking on water like deities
in my mind we play tag like children
in the streets of Venice
criss-crossing over a myriad of
bridges interwoven like fabric
threads in an awning tapestry
and i take your photograph as
you extend your index and middle
fingers in the universal sign of
everlasting peace and smirk out of
the corner of your mouth the way you do
when you know i'm looking
the sun-kissed snow would fall in drifts
in the Swiss Alps as a chill wind numbed our skin
and the mid-morning breeze played with our hair
and we sang songs that echoed
through canyons carved by Father Time
and Mother Nature's scandalous romance
or maybe we'd just stand within the Guggenheim
sheltered from the elements
our fingers interlocked as we wordlessly
studied the museum's latest exhibition
and you'd rest your head on my shoulder
as you traced the Deathly Hallows
etched into my wrist with
your fingertips and you'd
be the first to break the silence
i wonder what the artist was thinking
when he shot this black and white image
do you think the shadow in the lower left
means something significant or is it
just a trick of the light
and we would stand
statuesque at the foot
of sepia photographs
two additional installations
of artwork
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
I've got a real honker,
Of a vocabulary.
Many ****** words,
Hairy statements,
Merry installations.
Whacking through words,
Like it's chopping wood.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 10:45 AM UTC
cracked window looks at clouds, the mountain.
ledge, dead moths stretched out in
all their softness, stunned by light.
sewn curtains stir memories, indicate
a private place to weave and mend
a dream.
here are the items, the installations,
here are the photographs i take
each day. here are the worries
placed in the cupboard, with notes,
for you to read.
sbm.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
Translucent dim lit paper moon
Slightly faded pale subdued tones
Delicate meloncoly hues gossamer gold
royal blues ethereal undertones
halos rings emits eclectric solar beams
radiates a rare luminescent glow
Shiny satellites inferior installations know
Gems of pearlescent ethereal stones
Composed orchestrated melodic overtones
Glorious galaxies of metallic chrome
Explored precious irredentist milestones
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
Hello Steve,
In 2006 I was part of a team that worked under the Joint Chiefs of Staff. I was an analyst, my job was to look at CBNER equipment and report on compliance at military installations and hospitals, as well as give my opinion on what possibilities terrorist would pursue.
During one of my visits, I had completed my assessment, the officers that read my findings were very impressed and wanted to speak with me. During my questioning I was asked “what do you think would be the most likely scenario for the U.S. coming under attack? This was my answer:
“Looking at all the possibilities, current strength of the U.S. and the amount of firearms and patriots in the U.S, the only way an invasion would be possible would be if a devastating event fell upon the country. The event would have to weaken the current infrastructure to the point where all emergency response elements would be exhausted. Fire and rescue, police, National Guard and reserve military units would be overwhelmed, and the rest of the military would be overseas unable to respond in a timely manner. When this occurs, that is when foreign entities will invade the U.S, when it is weak and overwhelmed”.
Steve, the massive military movement and placement that is hurriedly going on right now is for a reason, they are preparing for something big, within the natural disaster category to occur, and it is very obvious. The powers at be know an event is inevitable, that is why food, water ammo and communications are being quickly placed underground, they know how devastating the event will be, and they know the U.S. will be over run and they are going to hide during all the chaos.
When this occurs, people are going to be taken totally off guard, because they are not telling the public what is about to occur openly. Through movies, music videos and in a massive way video games, the public is being covertly warned about what is coming, and the public is not paying attention.
Even though the word of our lord and savior clearly states, through his word, that a strong delusion will fall upon people, diverting there attention and blocking them from noticing the signs, I am still blown away watching the delusion occur. I will be fasting with you and the other men of god for the salvation of this nation.
God Bless America.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
What was that?
Was it...
Frustration,
Infactuation,
Intimidation,
Humilation?
Complaints of misinformation,
Fever from inoculations,
Bully pulpit installations,
Social media revelations,
Orange crush situations,
Closed minded stagnation,
Radical simulations,
or that crazy armed insurrection.
It might be
a division of the population
Then it could be a
celebration,
an exuberation,
coronation,
an inauguration?
Complaints of tempation,
Riveted attempts of execution,
Attacks of verbal accusations,
Wall Street inflation,
Crossing the border examinations,
A presidental hibernation,
Constant constipation
or divisive communication?
In the end it was just
a very confused and crossed
democratic election!!!
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
hard to keep rules,
where there are no rules.
hard to be a yard stick these days,
when others use meters.
found it exhausting, packing,
making the installations. it
is not hard, yet my mental
got exhausted.
i went to the party.
sbm.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
hard to keep rules,
where there are no rules.
hard to be a yard stick these days,
when others use meters.
found it exhausting, packing,
making the installations. it
is not hard, yet my mental
got exhausted.
i went to the party.
sbm.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Recent telepathic conversations
With interstellar installations
Cause titillations—skin sensations,
I’m simply over oversimplification.
Salutations, the amalgamation of information
Leads to transformation, transmutation,
Transfiguration—my publications
Turn blood relations into star constellations.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC