Despite outward appearances, a dying relationship, fading dreams and personal failures are tearing brothers Alex, Toby and Marty apart - but it is the Kirby patriarch, Cliff, whose own devastating history is now threatening to destroy them. In the face of this painful truth, there is nowhere for the Kirby clan to hide - and no way their lives will ever be the same.
Matthew Schiavello published his photograph “After the Deluge”on Tumblr in February 2013. It is the first (top) piece you see in this post. Here is the link so you can enjoy it as it resides among Matthew’s other stunning photographs.
When i first interpreted this piece of artwork of Matthew’s i did not have a great way to show how the crafted bow ties made with the fabric designs generated by his photograph would look. I have taken the opportunity to show one of the fabric designs again in a bow tie. I am positive that i designed a pocket square to go with it; but can not find it now.
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Once, for a dare, He filled his heart-shaped swimming pool With bank notes, high denomination And fed a pound of caviar to his dog. The dog was sick; a chartered plane Flew in replacement for the Persian rug.
He made a billion yen Leap from Tokyo to Buenos Aires, Turn somersaults through Brussels, New York, Sofia and Johannesburg. It cracked the bullion market open wide. Governments fell, coalitions cracked Insurrection raised its bloody flag From north to south.
He knew his native land through iron gates, His sight was radar bowls, his hearing Electronic beams. For flesh and blood, Kept company with a brace of Dobermanns. But - yes - the worthy causes never lacked His widow’s mite, discreetly publicised.
He escaped the lynch days. He survives. I dreamt I saw him on a village Water line, a parched land where Water is a god That doles its favours by the drop, And waiting is a way of life. Rebellion gleamed yet faintly in his eye Traversing chrome-and-platinum retreats. There, Hubs of commerce smoothly turn without His bidding, and cities where he lately roosted Have forgotten him, the preying bird Of passage.
They let him live, but not from pity Or human sufferance. He scratches life From earth, no worse a mortal man than the rest. Far, far away in dreamland splendour, Creepers twine his gates of bronze relief. The jade-lined pool is home To snakes and lizards; they hunt and mate On crusted algae.
So, I went on Amazon and bought Peaches, After the Deluge, ..Almost and V for Vendetta deluxe edition, forcing my account into overdraft. I regret nothing. Soon I will have three Hugo films that I have never seen and that is very exciting.