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Dirntbag's Landfill


feral english (an ars poetica poem)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 25 June 2015 · 97 views

before there was matter,
there was poetry, or perhaps
they were birthed in unison -
tendrils of existence,
hot as black smoker vapor
escaping into the sea, or space’s void.
words can only come in to play
in one, specific, crystallized way,
exploding out of nothing and shouting
to everyone in Earth’s foetal form;
no-one, as of yet.

in t...


The Major Arcana Tarot Cards (6/22)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Art 22 June 2015 · 79 views

I decided to make some tarot cards for art class. Tarot cards have been around forever and there's no set pictures that go on them. They can be used to play games, but are associated with clairvoyance and can hypothetically be used to "tell your fortune." There's some more information on tarot cards here . The "Major Arcana" is a deck of 22 trump cards, d...


Bermuda Islands: 32.30N, 64.78W

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 13 June 2015 · 82 views

Inspired by this image:

CGI product of a cartographer’s hand,
ceci n’est pas les Bermudes;
ocean and land reduced to pixel-widths,
swallowing waves and erupting verdure
portrayed as singular swatches, labeled,
to assist your comprehension. Your
home has become a single str...


The Turned Painter (a short story)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing, Art 02 June 2015 · 126 views

William Bouguereau’s “Birth of Venus” depicts the goddess in an almost defiant position. Contrasting with her previous representations as coy and demur, Bouguereau’s Venus confronts the viewer with the simple fact that she is not concerned by her own nakedness. Her smooth body twines up from the seashell upon which she is standing...


Discovery of the Shadow (a poem)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 01 June 2015 · 183 views

Light does not dare venture this far,
and yet there is colour – the abyssal
palette; midnight blues, brilliant reds and
silvery grays bejewel the barren marine face
of mother Earth herself. Pores of
sulphur burst from the floor and crustaceans                        
cluster about, clutchi...


School Snapshots - 1

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 30 May 2015 · 168 views

Nineteen past twelve observes 
a flock of avid learners, perched precariously
behind desks; like so many rows of long-beaked crows,
the students take their rest.

Twenty past, however, upon silent meadows brings
a hesitant gust of wind. Shards of crêpe paper
grass jostle and razor-blade against their neighboring stalks,
the room begins to talk;...


Flatts' Bridge (a poem)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 27 April 2015 · 172 views

What fantastic fishes can
passersby spy, leaning
over wooden railings, craning
their necks to detect a spot of colour?
Careening waves flank whirlpools as the
tide plays ring around the rosie,
crystal-clearing the surface to
reveal depths underneath; fish
flashing their scales and colourful
coral-heads congregating as reefs.
Cyclists pause in wonde...


Shock Me!

Posted by Dirntbag , in Art 07 April 2015 · 194 views

Drawing some inspiration from Matt (inthehallwaynow) here, I think, and also MGMT's Electric Feel. Wanted to do something with a cool perspective and some electric eels. I feel like if someone can shock you, as in astonish you, they have tremendous power over you. To remain truly in control of yourself, you have to resist being shocked (if you don't want...


Selected Artworks

Posted by Dirntbag , in Art 05 April 2015 · 138 views

IB art is nice because most of the time, you get to do whatever you want - just have free reign over what you want to pursue and get to generally work as a real artist. As such, I don't really have "personal" and "school" art anymore. Everything can pretty much count towards my course. 
As a very rough theme I've decided that I want to do art...


Ice Age

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 21 March 2015 · 122 views

The world would skip the
wonderland - a blanket of snow, 
it'd go straight to the scary cold
that doesn't make it on to postcards;
that ancient frost, opaque, fragmented,
stuck to roads and walls and
clogging up vents; slipped upon by
falt-soled shoes.
When it's over, after the chaos,
the scramble, some Canadians would
emerge from somewhere li...

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