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Jul 18 2012
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The Porch Swing: WORD of the day

WORD of the day XII. Weekly installations from the ink of Samuel Bostick‘s pen!!

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Jim Natale.

Idle adj. 1) Lacking worth or basis. 2) Not occupied or employed—inactive, not turned to normal or appropriate use. 3) Not scheduled to compete. 4) Having no evident means of support; shiftless, lazy.

WORD of the Day: Idle

A wise woman spoke, “Idle hands are the devils workplace…”

How much more an idle mind?

To be of purposeful orientation, yet lacking soul’s inspiration

Is there more stagnant a situation?

Sleep being the cousin of death, a brief breath of immortal rest

Why rush to the inevitable end?

I’ve watched it happen, seen the way it creeps. That sluggardly infection spreading from one to the next. Laziness is a disease; a contagious pathogen with schemes to hijack the mind’s creativity. Enters through the eyes, as they are the door to the soul; once seated it multiplies. A cancerous cell spawned of viral source. Idle chatter, idle thoughts, idle actions; I renounce these.

Beware!

Take care not to consume the commodity they call idle time. Stay active, stay productive, use your mind! Get up! Use your two legs, get out and walk you who are lame of ambition. I give you my word, be it my legs were no more than pegs I would not stop my walk, if it were a jake in my step still I would move. To desire and never have— hell on earth for those lazy. Not all dreams come true, still all labor does have its yield. Idleness is not an option. Not when you’re on a mission.

A society where labor is looked down upon. ‘Save that for the slaves and undesirables, we the bourgeois decree’ says the establishments that be. ‘This calls for reconnaissance of the proletariat state’ respond the people.

Power.

Regain the soul’s intuition; it knows the truth that lay in your heart. Why wait for tomorrow to begin what today you can start. Not even the next moment is promised. Unchain the brain from the mainstream, cut the cord from the TV, and axe the microwave. Bring nutrition back to life, work towards your goals, grounded in belief, and exhibit the change you want to see.

Live life.

Reflection and Response.

Samuel Bostick

@THEREALSHANTS

the LIFESTYLE’s role is to create collective space for active Reflection and Response through the arts. This space is built around dialogue, expression, collaboration, and artistic (ex)change involving international craftspeople and their realities. The Porch Swing series opens up a Reflection and Response residency where we feature a Collective member’s ongoing project through weekly installations.

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Jul 11 2012
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The Porch Swing: WORD of the day

WORD of the day XI. Resident wordsmith Samuel Bostick continues his writing series at the Porch Swing!

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Jim Natale.

Champion n. 1) Warrior, Fighter. 2) A militant advocate or defender. 3) One that does battle for another’s rights or honor. 4) A winner of first prize or first place in a competition. One who shows marked superiority.

WORD of the day: Champion

No time to waste, victory the only taste craves the tongue. The ambition to over come any obstacle, any challenge surpassable, and mistake a lesson learned not to be repeated.

Mental tenacity understated by cool demeanor, don’t mistake the God off appearance. A humble heart chained to a ferocious soul; An anchor to destroyer.

Be not confused, I bring peace for cool is the flow of a balanced mind. Still, as the sea hold depth unknown, so be it—the boundaries of a champion’s power. Limitless. Passionate ambition, vision set on victory, blind the rest.

Casualties of war, losses marked by the ability to proceed and continue, a new heart, a focused mind, cleansed of fallacies no time for distraction. On a mission. Core values and integrity never surrendered, a soul never sold. No dissention within the stronghold, the team falls under one rule; all or nothing. No other possibility.

Respect and Honor, the code which transcends all activity. Back against the wall fist clenched, a firm decision—full speed ahead. If you’re not with it you’re against it. As long as breath is in these lungs its gone be after the grand prize. We all fall, victors have mastered the stand up. We all make mistakes, the wise learn from them. Judge ‘em by their fruit.

I believe.

Putting in WORK.

God bless my team and have mercy on mine opposition.

Reflection and Response.

Samuel Bostick

@THEREALSHANTS

the LIFESTYLE’s role is to create collective space for active Reflection and Response through the arts. This space is built around dialogue, expression, collaboration, and artistic (ex)change involving international craftspeople and their realities. The Porch Swing series opens up a Reflection and Response residency where we feature a Collective member’s ongoing project through weekly installations.

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Jul 04 2012
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The Porch Swing: WORD of the day

WORD of the day Installment X, by Reflection and Response resident artist Samuel Bostick, from the Apple!! Complex.

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Jim Natale.

Complex. n. 1) A whole made up of complicated or interrelated parts. 2) a. A group of culture traits relating to a single activity, process, or culture unit. 3) A group of repressed desires and memories that exerts a dominating influence upon the personality. 4) An exaggerated reaction to or preoccupation with a subject or situation. 5) A group of obviously related units of which the degree and nature of the relationship is imperfectly known. 6) The sum of factors (as symptoms) characterizing a disease or condition 7) A chemical association of two or more species (as ions or molecules) joined usually by weak electrostatic bonds rather than covalent bonds. 8) A building or group of buildings housing related units.

Thoughts intruding my mind, explosive images and fissures of fact and fiction.

Rhythms flow-in beating drums- booming base -howling horns- whooting winds. Rhymes flow out, as water to a spout.  It just sort of happens that way…

RED WHITE & BLUE

Record high hotdog sales, home brewed beers on overflow and sunny skys.

RED

For the bloodshed across this land. Years ago as well as just yesterday. Death is a spirit this state is built upon. A Union which has capitalized on the science of killing, still may there be liberty and justice for all.

Spilling across the soil, all these tall buildings scraping at the skys all grew from that first red seeds spread through this land tonz of pints at a time. May those who fell in innocent ways Rest in Peace. The same to those who brought death upon themselves as well. May these sacrifices not be in vain.

WHITE

A bleached history. Broken chromosomes and sterilized crime scenes. A blank canvas upon which has been built the  American Dream. A fantasy some of us have never seen. To some rest comes easy others plagued under night fall by demonic frights. Regardless it’s all to be written upon this canvas, white. Whiteness… an ideology which not only maintains but perpetuates exclusion. The land of opportunity. May we not forget there was life before the name America crashed down upon this place. Slash and burn. Histories removed memories erased. This is white now so move along you with the colored face. Still I must thank this place for bringing us all together through war, dust bowls, hard times and stormy weather.

BLUE

Thas for the soul…the wailing tale of loves lost, the everyday casualties of life. The beautiful tunes pulled out of guitar chords under stoic hands, callused fingers and hearts to match. More of a cold spell than a hymnal song. The evolution of slave songs buzzing through stereos, crowning off spinning vinyl, rumbling between phonic studio headphones. A salute to those trees still standing which once bore strange fruit. You mustn’t look to far to find ‘em they are right up the block. Broken dreams and shards of glass collected upon rundown paths. Still we have yet to stop and have no plans to. Not as long as breath is in our lungs. As dim as the path may seem, our lights come from within. More of a cold spell than a hymnal song, still it’s the blues and we all got it. Overall I have to offer thanks again to this place, this time, this moment, this space. For out the concrete we are the generation which ROSE. So peace to those before us and blessings to those to come. As we take the torch may we stay strong to the core. Never to stumble nor to fall rather stand proud and walk tall.

 

All that said—shout out to all the smoked meats, shared laughs and good times had with great people congregating across the nation. A cheers to the home brewers—particularly the homie Franco and the fellas at Breakdown Brewing Co. Big up to independent companies, the moon in full bloom and  the showering plumes of explosive projectiles to come our way. Above all pay respects and don’t forget to tip your hats to those before us and let’s make a path a lil iller for those to come.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO Y’ALL!! Have a great fun filled night!!

Reflection and Response.

Samuel Bostick

@THEREALSHANTS

the LIFESTYLE’s role is to create collective space for active Reflection and Response through the arts. This space is built around dialogue, expression, collaboration, and artistic (ex)change involving international craftspeople and their realities. The Porch Swing series opens up a Reflection and Response residency where we feature a Collective member’s ongoing project through weekly installations.

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Jun 27 2012
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The Porch Swing: WORD of the day

The BK Porch. Thoughts from Reflection and Response resident artist Samuel Bostick take the page in installment IX of his WORD of the day project…

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Jim Natale.

Sensation n.  1. a) A mental process, as seeing hearing or smelling, resulting from the immediate external stimulation of a sense organ often as distinguished from a conscious awareness of the sensory process. b) Awareness, as of heat or pain, due to stimulation of a sense organ. c) A state of consciousness due to internal bodily changes. d) An indefinite bodily feeling. 2) Something (as a physical stimulus, sense-datum, or afterimage) that causes or is the object of sensation. 3) a) A state of excited interest or feeling. b) A cause of such excitement; especially a person who is in some respect exceptional or outstanding.

WORD of the day: Sensation

Sands of time falling, no rewind—sifting motion from present to past. Future forever suspended in conceptual imagination. Like you I struggle day in, day out—fighting for beliefs, spiritual battles and wandering shoes on streets.

Music hopping  hips across the soulful wonders of human connection. Electronic pulses rocking bodies closer and closer. Funk for him grime for she, let us get down to the nasty rhythms, leave orbit behind, let’s make dirty mouths even dirtier. Lady, Second that motion and we can function properly. Everything wrong becomes right in front of my eyes as I study the ins and outs of your mind body and soul. I undress your disguise; tugging, ripping, pulling it all off with gentle eyes. Free your intuition while I tie you down, set aside your conscious—let’s fool around. Teasingly smooth entry, my finger caressing the O to every flirtatious ‘lol’ you send my way. You see, to me that L-O-L resembles something much more than laughter. And every time you hurry and cover up risqué statements with ‘jk’ somehow in my eyes watch as the ‘J’ slips off only to be replaced by  the letters ‘F-U- C’  all wrapped up with a  ‘me’ that closely follows. I like it though, the chase that is. I read once that a Gentleman is but a patient wolf. Maybe I’m just trippin, my mind drifting off into oceans of passion and pleasure. This is but a preview, feature presentation coming soon (and never to end).

Fix your mouth that sexy way you do, say yes, hold out extra long on the pronunciation of the -ssss and let that develop into sssseductive whispers, silent sweats, rolling climaxes, and forbidden requests all met with that simple three letter response; yes.

Enter the erotic, become the fantasy of my lustful heart. Already you’ve captivated my desire. So to hell with these words! Let it be spoken in heavy breathing and may it be written into my skin while your nails dig into this passionate platform. Express it loudly through the captivation as it spreads across your face. Bite your lip first, then mine. Yes mine next. Tossing, crossing, erasing and replacing that expired line which once distinguished pleasure from pain, at this point the only registry is we must be FUCKING INSANE.

Let me in, unlock my cage, I promise to be Good. *fingers crossed*. Your legs and mine twisted into wicked knots. Running my tongue up your spine we both find ourselves lost.

A comforting reminder that the window is open, the breeze flows over us both…neither of us seems to mind the company. It must be right, what we do, to bring out that beautiful smile across your face. Climb up and never stop, rock steady, swing round; feminine contours, graceful curves redefining with each explosive swerve.  Senseless determination, captives to heightened sight, smell, taste, feeling—feeling—feeling, hearing. Estas Deliciosa. A blurred recognition of reality and fantasy. You want I give, I want you give. Sensational satisfaction.

Alive again, I’ll let you out if you promise to be bad. My hands upon your neck, yours find support in my chest. Say it louder; make all other thoughts in my head pass. Go to war with any reservation I may hold. My hands grasp you, my mind a blank slate—spell out what you desire, spill yourself onto me…you have my full attention. Become what you’ve always wanted yet never known. A reservation for two; one for she and one for me. This fire produced in the most intimate of places.

Take a walk with me never to return the same.

Reflection and Response.

Samuel Bostick

@THEREALSHANTS

the LIFESTYLE’s role is to create collective space for active Reflection and Response through the arts. This space is built around dialogue, expression, collaboration, and artistic (ex)change involving international craftspeople and their realities. The Porch Swing series opens up a Reflection and Response residency where we feature a Collective member’s ongoing project through weekly installations.

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