Friday, August 13, 2010

bringing IT home

 It cannot be ignored, has to be said that this is done in my name.  Some enemy are cowards, dressing as women and old men, drawing fire to the homes and gathering places.  How to fight that?
How does this fellow go on?

So I present bent trees, mosques and buildings, poems of mountain retreat and watery solace, rivers flowing, ducks and pigeons in their lives and other' lives long gone, flowers and beauty.  Attempts at cleverly relating visual image with written image (a lost friend used to tell me that all of my photographic images did not present many people--so true as I look back) are presented as attempts at relating to the world.

But some of the world creeps in late at night, around the edges, hanging onto thought and precluding sleep.  How to handle this?

I wondered how Rumi (16th century Persian Sufi Poet) would see it:

At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
Then it landed on earth to look at me.
Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.
I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;
For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.
The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;
The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.
Divan, 649:1-3,5

I am not sure what more I can say. . .            WHY?


  1. Good job, great effort, photos heartbreaking...but this post came from you true spirit indeed.

    Thank you for reminding people...lest we forget "what's going on" as Marvin used to say.

    Love and Blessings to you Goatman,and take good care of hear?


  2. I am sad to not see hardly a comment from this post. We will look at the beauty, yet not acknowledge or comment or do much about the ugly, the violence and sickness of the soul in some....I hope soon that the Aftganistan war will be over...much sooner than expected. All those innocent lives lost, but perhaps maybe to some mean nothing, because they are not American soldiers..we count how many American soldiers die each day but we do not update the innocent lives lost in the country they are fighting in.

    I hope to see more comments in here..if it's ignored and people just look the other way not wanting to think about it...then I guess that says a lot about the denial this country is in...if it doesn't affect them then who cares? The problem is it does affect us all here in this country as we are helping to pay for all this death and killing.

    I can't go on my heart is heavy and sad now...but maybe it should be so I can continue on to never stop giving up on humanity and always have hope. Martin Luther King never ever gave up, even knowing he may lose his life over his historical stand...bless him...he truly made a difference, even through his death...

    Keep the light shining Goatman.

    Love and Blessings,


  3. it leaves me empty of words and hope sometimes


  4. It is all so very sad, that people have lost the value of Life. Life given by our Creator. There are no words in the great books that say take that life away by your own hands, hands that are stained by blood. We cannot put a fire out with fire.
    There are solutions,someone needs to talk with compassion.
    hugs for you
    Very profound piece Goatman

  5. It is a beautiful and grotesque photo. Thank you. Peace, my friend



  6. When I first started posting, I wasn't even aware of the comments.
    But later I was given sage advice from a friend off of the coast of Sweden to "not post for comments". I think I never did, hoping only to present an honest, presentation which would perhaps raise a smile or a thought.
    But reality came in and I had to act. I am sorry if anyones' boat was rocked, but mine was and I had to pass it on.
    Now here I am commenting for comments!

  7. Keep "rocking that boat" Goatman. You are posting whats in your heart...and what you felt important..regardless of comments...but still your comment and others comments here can truly rock some boats...if you know what I mean? I don't much care about getting much comments anymore on my blog...I know I'm a bit "out there"....he I just do what I want or feel and to me music, photographs and poems and art bring a lot to the table.

    I know what you mean about remembering the little Vietnamese girl running naked in terrible pain and fear on the front cover of the magazine so long's something I've never forgotten...along with the photograph you posted here on your blog.

    I hope your feeling better and that a beautiful Autumn of Love, change, Peace and facing true harsh realities and making a difference will come to all our hearts soon. Facing truths help heal us in odd ways don't they?

    Thank you for being "you".

    Love and Blessings,


  8. The balance of Karma is many times, in fact most times, beyond our understanding. Sometimes the most heart-breaking and despicably horrible things must be born to bring a person/nation/continent to its knees in order that truth be instilled. Humanity has not yet learned its lessons from WW1 and WW2 - hence the suffering continues. Your compassion Goatman is most honorable and commendable but do not let it eat you up for all things have their time and place for the lesson to be most effectively learned which doesn't always suit we mere humans.
    I hope you are well - you are in my thoughts...

  9. the images - so strong, so poignant ... make me re-think the petty dramas of my personal life.