My husband made this sword for our son. The three of us talk a lot about the term "warrior". There are many ways to fight the enemy.
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
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8 comments:
funny how the sword is just another cross.
ps. where has the excellent cowboy gone?
Enemy, a warrior invested with Rectitude, Courage, Benevolence, Respect, Honesty, Honor, Loyalty- that's my kind of warrior.
I posted it without showing it to someone. I don't believe my poetry is about people; that's why I have trouble with fiction--I can't base creativity on an actual person but an esoteric image--if it is the person at all, it is the aura that is totally subjective. But as Walter Benjamin said: once the art object leaves the creator, it is no longer his. So I will sit on it for a bit. Thanks for the compliment, CJ. More is coming. I'm writing a lot. I think it's the Oresteia--the language!
Piktor: Well, my son has already said that he won't join the military which on some level disappoints me as I believe in our Armed Forces, but I don't want him dead in Iraq and I am sure we will still be there when he is of age. And you are right; many of us are warriors here in the civilian world.
So cool this blog!
Wonderfull and smart.
hugs from Brazil
Wow! Thanks Mauricio. We try!
we must all stand and fight sometimes...
I love this, reminds me of my own son at that time....
- Peter Ciccariello
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