But with The Dark Crystal, instead of puppetry we're trying to go toward a sense of realism - toward a reality of creatures that are actually alive and we're mixing up puppetry and all kinds of other techniques.
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A Conceptual Puppet World
tHE WORLD WE live in:
Time, space, shape, form, colours and energy of motion by machinery of life conditioned but what is the new concept or second insight contemplating on the perceptual reality which is really illusively actual.
Geopolitical awareness and geospychological reflections are mapping through the subtle moves in puppetry.
The journalism school helped me develop writing skills, and I had been enjoying cartooning from a very young age. My interest in puppetry, however, came much later.
quote by William Jackson
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They build Citadels of skeletons on debris
Who expects humanity in the battlefield?
It's really an absurdity.
If a gun has a soft heart like a flower
Definitely never allow to shoot,
But the men with cold iron hearts
What else they could do except killing?
When this ferocious man and puppetry gun separate themselves
And stop building citadels of skeletons on debris?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Realism is not a matter of any fidelity to an empirical reality, but of the discursive conventions by which and for which a sense of reality is constructed.
quote by John Fiske
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Soup Kitchen
When the Election draw nearer the handsome politicians are served free to the poor,
And the innocents believe the franchise is a golden opportunity to bring their fans to the mesmerizing stage.
Afterwards, the poor dance like puppies to the sopranos and the stronghold does the sordid Puppetry.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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All Kinds Of Time
The clocks running down
the teams losing ground
to the opposing defense
the young quarterback
waits for the snap
when suddenly it all starts to make sense
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he takes a step back
he's under attack
but he knows that no one can touch him now
he seems so at ease
a strange inner peace
its all that he's feeling somehow
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he thinks of his mother
he thinks of his bride to be
he thinks of his father
his two younger brothers
gathered around the wide screen t.v.
he looks to the left
he looks to the right
and there in a golden ray of light
and there his open man
just like he planned
the world is his tonight
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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A Person inside the Idiot Box
A doll of mud
Halcyon smiles
Of synthetic vim,
Glacial tears
Devoid of empathy
What are you?
My jaws grind
As your voice cracked
With the lousy static
What a farce slapstick.
You are a fraud
Stealing hearts
All the hasty pounding,
All the famished breaking,
And despite of the grandeurs
Of your personal convictions
It is out shadowed
By the flashes
Of fame and puppetry
Your life, or death,
Is the people's amusement.
A doll mud.
A victim.
A prey.
poem by Norman Santos
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Looking Dark
As the tree covered by his own bark,
The truest and invisible site of our character is 'dark'.
It also covers our life; more than light,
It remains with us even in bright; as shadow,
If it is not there than the life becomes a room without any door and window.
Born in dark, sleep in dark and
Death in dark; emotions also comes in dark......
That's true, we get the techniques to be sharp; only in dark.
What is dark?
It is the most hard mark of life,
Of its own type, and never get removed instead we sacrifice our life,
Because it is not worst or bad but it is the shed which always keep our self out from the worst,
Unless we become lost...
In this untidy world.
Dark has many kinds, it is what?
Answer revolves around the human's mind.
If it is dirty, on one could clean it.
Or if it is clean, everyone could seen; this dream.
Because when the dark becomes visible....
Than human its self got the power of double.....
So please try to see your own dark......
poem by Prateek Khard
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The Kinds Of Longing I Had Once And The Kinds Of Missing
THE KINDS OF LONGINGS I HAD ONCE AND THE KINDS OF MISSING
The kinds of longings I had once
And the kinds of missing
Are no longer mine-
Love and the pain of love
Desire for her which could drive me insane
Wondering how I could live
If she would not let me touch her
Wondering how I could be in this world
If she would not want to be with me-
All that pain and all that beauty
All that being so intensely alive
Is not where I can be anymore-
The kind of love a young man feels
I will never feel again-
And while there is sadness in the absence,
There is also the sense
That I no longer know what it is I was
When I loved her so so much
I could not even begin to think of my life without her.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Priestly Politics
These political manipulators
Will make you sick in the stomach
Dressed like holy alligators
Their selfish greed is a fact.
They've ruled and deceived my country
Dictated their whims and plans
Held our leaders like puppetry
Holding control with vile hands.
In robes of disgusting piety
They would sit like kings with masks
Snakes that crawl politically
I hope God will take them to task.
I pray millstones and huge boulders
Be tied to their necks, let them drown
Eternity will expose these pretenders
I hope they reap what they have sown!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Daggers In The Eyes
Some people
I saw
Some daggers in their eyes
A constant gaze
The gaze about to kill me
Or provoke me
To an extent
That I do something
To turn the daggers away
Aimed at me
The whole bunch of people
And their common intent
Having daggers in their eyes
Unleashed
And in control of a spirit
A calm effect was needed
And after a night
The spirit had gone
Like a virus
And slowly
Softness retuning to the eyes
Of those people
Some evil averted
Or magic of the village
In a reality that was
Though not palpable
But for the spirit
Harsh
And my experiment with magic realism
So the realism was
Subjected to magic
With a long line
And a time span
But I knew what it was
Instead
The daggers were pulled down
Softness returning
Experimenting with magic realism
And some demons of love
Some vital interests
And the dark side of the feminine
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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I Am Through With It
'Existentialists are monumentally and
monotonously serious;
they don't like to joke.'
Wislawa Szymborska
i am through with this
seriousness, they all think that i do not know how to joke,
look at me
closely are not my lips big enough to be
your clown?
are not my arms longer than my legs
do i not look like a chimpanzee
to you
as you read my english poetry?
look at my eyes
bad, these eyes are bad, with thick eyelashes and thicker eyelids
looking like the beard of the walrus
how can i see myself
in the eye of indifference from the point of view
of my master
i will always look like a slave
a second-class citizen in this modern world that claims
that discrimination had long been dead and buried
look at me
i am no longer human. i am no longer myself. i have always imitated you
mimicry.pantomime. puppetry.
this is practically all about it. and i guess it is time to stop.
i am through with all these.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where Blackness Is Reality
There are creatures of the underworld
That dwell in caves and dark dominion
Where blackness is reality
With light a total fiction
In human souls, in dark despair
Through open door of muddled mind
These creatures leave their loathsome lair
And slither hauntingly into humankind
Rot and revulsion in minds of evil men
Grow roots and plan to stay
Find fertile ground to nest and then….
Blossom evilly in loathsome ways
The helpless, the unwary souls
The innocent, the weak
Evil creatures from black, mind’s holes
Hungrily ooze out and seek
From time eternal, to time yet unfurled
This evil has been part of man’s condition
They’ll e’er be creatures of the underworld
That will dwell in man’s mind and dark dominion
poem by David Whalen
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She Takes
She takes one step back
And falls to the ground
Can not seem to stop laughing
Joking they say to all she has done
Not nearly what she sees tonight
All kinds of time she says
All kinds of time
She has all kinds of time
Drinking with despair they take her down
Throwing it all around
She has no money to spare
As she ask for help from her friends
All kinds of time he says
All kinds of time
He has all kinds of time
Writing it all for him to see
The way he use to be
No father around as she passes out
From not sleeping she's been wishing
All kinds of time they say
All kinds of time
All kinds of time to break her down
Nothing around as she picks herself up
In a place that has no name
Came on a bus with a bottle
She's been drinking
She settles down with no help
Can't remember the last night she felt sound
All kinds of time she says
All kinds of time
She has all kinds of time
poem by Sara Pounds
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Challenging snow is one of my favorite kinds of skiing, and I like being able to switch techniques at liberty.
quote by Paul Parker
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Realism...has no more to do with reality than anything else.
We need realism to deal with reality.
quote by Slick Rick
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Free My Poem
Free my poem;
In no demand of ransom
never mind:
smells pungent,
looks nerdy and resembles anger
never mind it undresses to fondle your
friend down there
with a very weakest erection
never mind explosive and venomous
never mind/ rejected a puppetry motion
I know my poem is a complete opposite of
what you’ve thought poetry was
my poem had a reason that is very valid
to squash your dignity
and conflict your principles
this poem is so microscopic
but it can bury your balls in peace
and skip a mourning chapter
-this dirty poem remains a pilot
that delivers the message as instructed
-this poem
is a lost and found material
(Banned)
unable to break the silence…
-this poem
is an aircraft
It lives the masses in a brain crash
-this poem
is phosphorus
It can only glow in the dark
-this poem
Can not praise for a mere hand shake nor milkshake
Not ever! !
-this poem
knows no stage freight
It shall never play a leading role in relieving you from a mental constipation
how so unlucky Verwood is!
Coz
-this poem
can befriend general b.h.e.k.i c.e.l.e
and find solace in shoot to kill nonsense/
so free nothing but my poem! !
poem by Moses Shimo Seletisha
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General Revelation
Upon the earth lives abound, with your eyes just look around,
There’re creatures of all kinds, a witness, to hearts and minds,
All kinds of different creatures, all made with varying features,
Many living alongside of man, all part of God’s awesome plan.
Animals for the land, sea and sky, created by the Lord on high,
Made in every stripe and color, filling His Creation with wonder,
Birds created with wings to fly, high above this earth in the sky,
With other creatures made to be, swimmers deep within the sea.
On the earth where man does trod, land creatures made by God,
That together with man freely roam, on the earth many call home.
All a testimony of God’s Creation, to every man, of every nation,
A witness pointing to the Creator, who is for man his only Savior.
But, there’s much indifference to, The Lord loved by me and you,
With many denying Creation’s Truth, even in light of all this proof,
Yet God’s Creation of many kinds, dumbfounds scientific minds,
Who embrace the futile thought, evolution is how all was wrought.
What men see in God’s Creation, is for us His General Revelation,
But, a Creator, many won’t conceive, for Creation they disbelieve,
Still, they all remain without excuse, when eternally they shall lose,
Rejecting Creation’s awesome proof, they will face God’s reproof.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
Some of the poetic writers who insert passages of realism in their texts have no underlying philosophy to uphold them, and revert to realism.
quote by Marguerite Young
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