To Boulder, Colorado for Christmas and New Years...(and the "holidays"). More nonsense and frolic to appear somewhere around January 10th.
Please entertain or offend yourself with my past semi-creative endeavors which can be found in the archives or, for real inspiration or disgust, check out my other sites -- enraged musings and contemplations with no shades of gray.
Photos, Drawings, Cartoons, Poetry, and other assorted artworks by Promethean Antagonist - with some additional favorites from my collection...or just random stuff I took a fancy to.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Saturday, December 18, 2004
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Friday, December 10, 2004
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Earthquake Damage in Nagaoka, Japan
I took a bike ride the other day along the foothills in Nagaoka (where I live). In the downtown area of the city there is very little evidence of damage at all. As one gets closer to the mountains (in the countryside), they can see a far more devastating picture of events. There are numerous houses collapsed or on the brink of collapsing. The ground itself is contorted and cracked almost everywhere.
I recently received an e-mail regarding prior photographs of the earthquake damage that I had posted. In the e-mail, the writer's point was that I was irresponsible for having gone into a disaster area for "glory photo's." Some people may come to such a conclusion, but I need to point out that my motivation was hardly a desire to seek "glory" from the misfortune of others. I wasn't the only person taking picture of what is obviously an unusual event, and I certainly have no intention of making light of such circumstance. Most likely, the reader has merely read my political writings and wanted to make the usual Leftist point that people who disagree with their worldview are innate moral scoundrels -- hardly a well proven case.
It may be a valid concern to some that tragedy be left unpondered.
The earthquake in Nagaoka and the surrounding area was a highly unusual event. I think some will find these photos of interest. One's sympathy for the victims of the event is hardly reduced by them.
I recently received an e-mail regarding prior photographs of the earthquake damage that I had posted. In the e-mail, the writer's point was that I was irresponsible for having gone into a disaster area for "glory photo's." Some people may come to such a conclusion, but I need to point out that my motivation was hardly a desire to seek "glory" from the misfortune of others. I wasn't the only person taking picture of what is obviously an unusual event, and I certainly have no intention of making light of such circumstance. Most likely, the reader has merely read my political writings and wanted to make the usual Leftist point that people who disagree with their worldview are innate moral scoundrels -- hardly a well proven case.
It may be a valid concern to some that tragedy be left unpondered.
The earthquake in Nagaoka and the surrounding area was a highly unusual event. I think some will find these photos of interest. One's sympathy for the victims of the event is hardly reduced by them.
Monday, October 25, 2004
Friday, October 22, 2004
Monday, October 18, 2004
Empathy
...Angels in gardens swaying to the beat of a hummingbird's wings,
one touched by brow and I fancied an image of light turned to lace,
one sighed and a breeze welled up within me,
one cried and I never smiled again...
one touched by brow and I fancied an image of light turned to lace,
one sighed and a breeze welled up within me,
one cried and I never smiled again...
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Pool Of Passions
Down deep, into the pool of passions plunge thy hands, to surface once more images from past euphoria.
To again dwell within the sweet and timeless. Nostalgias to make real again the ecstasies of affection which had once passed between two of like substanace.
Bring thy cupped hand to the air and wonder. View with selfish desire your spirit's form as it trickles back into the murky depths to once more reside in darkness.
In fierce craving, once more submerge thy palms, in hopes of catching a fleeting glimpse of time, both distant yet pervasive.
View with fear the crimson gloom that stirs within the depths. Passion's pool of water reflects to eyes the warmth of memory yet to fingers only frigid chill.
Hands are not enough!
Plunge thy soul deep within memories liquid tomb.
Swirl amongst the crimson gloom, inhale the demon's toxic blood, and drown within its spirit.
Crave all that was beautiful and lie still on the floor of the pool of passions.
To again dwell within the sweet and timeless. Nostalgias to make real again the ecstasies of affection which had once passed between two of like substanace.
Bring thy cupped hand to the air and wonder. View with selfish desire your spirit's form as it trickles back into the murky depths to once more reside in darkness.
In fierce craving, once more submerge thy palms, in hopes of catching a fleeting glimpse of time, both distant yet pervasive.
View with fear the crimson gloom that stirs within the depths. Passion's pool of water reflects to eyes the warmth of memory yet to fingers only frigid chill.
Hands are not enough!
Plunge thy soul deep within memories liquid tomb.
Swirl amongst the crimson gloom, inhale the demon's toxic blood, and drown within its spirit.
Crave all that was beautiful and lie still on the floor of the pool of passions.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
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