Monday, October 19, 2015

When My Death Became Other Peoples Vocation I Cried Sheds Of Tiers On Craters That Ledgered

Accepting my lot in life I have galloped the Winds on the breeze ways pass,
in the midst of more that battle became a horror to mode of Operators,
this has never ceased,
it brings trust to ended by formal license to the fact at Truth with myself being introspect to being known as A thing,
from birth to growth I have plodded on for that once upon a story dream,
in reality the deep is the lie,
concrete basement,
floors with Tiled roofs that heard the Sounds,
screaming was the silence of my Hands release to tack the drowning,
so letter by posting has brought to station a place of porch,
with words that encourage the down feather to flourish with a gain,
not the dismissal of born to tax.

Packing further the carriage of my own shoulders have been heavily laiden with wretched lathes,
the web of spy in furnace heaters that bring to sentence even faster skirt that taste of eat dirt and cry,
so my cheeks may weigh the counted drops of smiling more than the ground knows found,
but on that certain stripping of laughter I chose to station the Horse as my reason for work,
that daily grind brought to this blog the understanding of shoeing to become more familiar with Nails,
the Hammering that pounded my file off memory to put to the tablet a system of journal to rate.

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in dancing the lonely room I have flyers that bull it language to aspect the scene between the dones,
at present this has only formed a Time line to the learn,
a remember the freezer burns,
clocks that have big bins trashing me like the cycle of rats biting my brain,
in torn I chose to stand,
speak the score but not to even it that barks to stiff upper lips on tinsel flipped,
I decided that the yield would bring comprehension to my gut screaming screwed.

I have lost only the Tooks,
I have gained the verse to speaking with levels,
I snowflake only the example of particle dust,
I had been dismissed long before I ever reined,
but it was those bits and pieces that buckled approach that brought round,
not to go in a circle but know that the spoken taste of what is corn takes the field to say plains.

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wrist bands with players of cork that is the Champagne Brunch of counter touching Role's of Syn a Men,
to lead down memorized lapse that park of built has provided listing to In tell,
the ordinary express of Trainers on Mail yet Aye cannot know sew shall we dance,
that Folk lore to what is bulb busting this each day of provide,
that class course of actual to the society ignoring each sign.

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touching written before the at of the ledger each plain,
the prop to symphony of Instrumental bar Clue,
that Goods of cinnamon rolls breakfast and Beer.

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thus the grip of rifled through the page books to even division of Human contacts,
in the fore Width of Isolation to that Over Taxing speak easy the Dust Jackets see deed,
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a Full^House of multiple Complexities with guitar Jazz on The Blues,
the breadth of Fresh Air is On the Facts,
a Treasury of Root Beer and Apple Jax,
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to have Faced the Shore I would have drowned on the More's,
it truly was the star lights lens that blinked my steady to Park Hills Road over dose of lacquer,
now its just the peek a boo that brings note on this type riders resin of Air oh's past.

In reality its just the buckle of shoe laces and Chores,
to that sing a long each state of release that creates a burst of short sleeved,
the brief never for trust has been left in the Ruins of times racked,
life is like a Race baste of pause to Consider the means,
in that it is the saddle of girth that stands to ride the storms details,
jumping sigh to grasp the totality of the road signs on route tent A Five,
a sharp Peas posture on this World of fed Ur rowel ease or the know of cat Toll Buoys,
method has been shut out of the goes because of The Prose.

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the path of so special that it clucked a coo of a purring respond,
gently walking the hill on a peaceful communication of feather.

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wild and free to flight of open range,
coffee on the cent,
the daily grind of magic being lens of blinking treasures Told.

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a Hawk as a perfection that soars touching whistles the breeze,
I love the say that shields the growth as in complete whole,
to specifics of each being that identity of both rare and echo.

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that presents the Fashion a China shop to Shades,
in the Elephants tusk to Rooms of beveled papers.

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hands that chorus to writing the Wave of lathe,
to tack is those beautiful Birds that flight of Incredible mystery of Appearance,
to just be present without the threats of death by expectations on landing a score,
for it was the pears that drew them in for good taster of plums and bread instead,
a true forth.

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right in front of the park it very Nearly seems a Shingle of lived by the sticks,
once at the expression of those broad displays,
the Theater Piece to softly lit show of making the Cause a posture to Know.

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in that is the score to Atascadero on the Pozo be load,
the birds so Incumbent that the said of such touched Classic on the prose,
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A waltz of friends that show the fortune of reality with love from the coral reef,
curdled in with the worms and send at grubs to pants that have sit ins for digs,
but on the Century of Futures on contracts and gardens,
it is the application of the worth that takes the Apple to know its seed.

BBC ~ Magazine

How your life story is told by your hands

  • 17 October 2015
  • From the sectionMagazine

Image copyrightTim Booth
Image captionHands of impressionist Alistair McGowan

What can hands tells you about someone? Tim Booth has been photographing fingers, palms, nails and knuckles for more than 20 years. He says they can reveal much more about a person than you might think.
"When we look at a face we immediately make preconceptions," he says. "Labels are added because of how someone looks. But when we look close up at hands we don't do that."
Dorset-based Booth says the photographs in his new book, A Show of Hands, "focus on people whose hands are a key part of what they do - not just a cerebral connection, but a physical one too."
And it was this next image of his grandmother, taken two decades ago, which inspired him.

Hands of Tim Booth's grandmother - Molly BoothImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionTim Booth's grandmother - Molly Booth

Resting on an almost invisible stick - with her wedding ring glinting - her arthritic hands are curled and knotted like plant roots.
"That was the seed," says Booth.
"I think she would be pleased that she was the inspiration for the book, but she hated the photo."
The next image is of a ferryman, Charlie Baker, who rowed across the Thames in south-west London for 56 years.
"He died a while back. But we worked out he'd rowed to Singapore and back in his lifetime.
"He's holding these huge oars, but actually had quite tiny hands."

Hands of ferryman Charlie BakerImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionFerryman Charlie Baker

Some of Booth's hands belong to people with more familiar faces.
His photo of the rugby player Jonny Wilkinson is simple, clean and almost heart-shaped.
"He told me quite clearly that rugby is not about your feet, it's about your hands," says Booth.

Hand of rugby player Jonny WilkinsonImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionRugby player Jonny Wilkinson

The next image features "huge sausage hands, which are filthy dirty and crusted in salt crystals".
They belong to Dave Sales, a lobster fisherman from West Bay near Bridport in Dorset.
"It is reminiscent of the old days," says Booth. "When you pulled miles of rope a day, pulling up your pots until your hands bled. It was really hard graft."

Hands of fisherman Dave SalesImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionLobster fisherman Dave Sales

Booth says it took him a long time to find a former coalminer to photograph - but John Matthews was a great discovery.
"He had some fascinating stories from the mines - how he was squeezed into tight spaces with inches to spare above his head, and people dying at his side."
The hands are shaped so the gap between them looks like the mouth of a cave - and the small dark flecks under the skin are tiny chips of coal.

Hands of former coalminer John MatthewsImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionFormer coalminer John Matthews

Another difficult but rewarding search resulted in this next photograph of Betty Bull.
"She was a milkmaid," says Booth. "She had to carry heavy yokes supporting four-gallon steel pails from the age of 14."
She is now retired and her cottage is full of cow memorabilia.

Hands of former milkmaid Betty BullImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionFormer milkmaid Betty Bull

"I didn't know there were horseback archers," says Booth of the next image which features the arm and hand of Tom Drury.
"They gallop bareback and fire three arrows at a target."

Arm and hand of horseback archer Tom DruryImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionHorseback archer Tom Drury

Staying with the equine theme, the next photos features the hands of horse trainer Connie Colfox - and the face of her horse Wendy.
Her right hand is across the bridge of Wendy's muzzle, while the left is cupped around the mouth.
"Hands are a vital communication tool when working with horses," says Booth. "Arguably more than the voice."

Hands of horse trainer Connie ColfoxImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionHands of horse trainer Connie Colfox

Booth says he was taken out by Jo Webb to find dry stone walls she had built or repaired.
"It's like having your hands sanded each day - but you have to feel the stone and gloves wouldn't work.
"I hadn't really understood how creative it is. She told me you pick up a rock and you instinctively know where it should go. You become part of the walls."

Hands of dry stone waller Jo WebbImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionDry stone waller Jo Webb

To call Jodie Kidd simply a supermodel is a bit unfair - says Booth. "She is so much more than that - a real country girl who rides, plays polo and drives racing cars."
There are two images of Kidd - one shows strength as she grips a polo mallet.

Hands of supermodel Jodie KiddImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionSupermodel Jodie Kidd

The other is gentler - more like an image from a model photo shoot.

Hands of supermodel Jodie KiddImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionSupermodel Jodie Kidd

The next photo is of percussionist Dame Evelyn Glennie - who is deaf.
"The fact that she is a musician speaks volumes about how much more her hands are than a couple of shovels," Booth explains.
"Her hands are her ears and her voice. It just goes to show that ears aren't all they are cracked up to be."

Hands of percussionist Dame Evelyn GlennieImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionPercussionist Dame Evelyn Glennie

The next pair of artistic hands belong to ballerina Deborah Bull, who was Principal at the Royal Ballet between 1992 and 2001.
With the veins pumped up after a practice, they look like working hands - and not perhaps like those of a ballerina.
Booth says it shows that "ballet is not just about the feet, but about the whole body. Hands complete the line from toes to fingertips."

Hands of ballerina Deborah BullImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionBallerina Deborah Bull

The final image - like the first - is of impressionist and comedian Alistair McGowan.
It was shot on a bench in a square in central London.
McGowan told Booth he had first become aware of his hands when he did an impression of the former football manager Glenn Hoddle - and someone pointed out to him the accurate mimicry of his hand actions.

Hands of impressionist Alistair McGowanImage copyrightTim Booth
Image captionImpressionist Alistair McGowan


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