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Jul 31 2012
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Reflection and Response: The Zine (Pre-Release)

Reflection and Response: The Zine, Volume I is a project we have been working on for the past couple months. This collection of thought, craft, and experience is rooted in the processes of Reflection and Response through the artS. We decided to compile many of the installations from the first 9 months of our Feature series into a pressable format in order to fully appreciate and expand the timeless dialogue that these artists have engaged in. the LIFESTYLE collective presents this Volume with hopes of building further dialogue, collaboration, action, and artistic exchange locally and globally.

Thank you all for your continued support and lookout for the official release coming up soon! The Zines will be available for FREE distribution anywhere.

Reflection and Response.

P & V

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Jul 26 2012
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The Porch Swing: WORD of the day

WORD of the day XIII.

Photo courtesy of Creative Commons, Jim Natale.

Time n. 1) a: The measured or measurable period during which an action, process, or condition exists or continues. b: a nonspatial continuum that is measured in terms of events which succeed one another from past through present to future. 2) the point or period when something occurs 3) a: An appointed, fixed, or customary moment or hour for something to happen, begin, or end. b: an opportune or suitable moment—often used in the phrase about time. 4) a: a historical period. b: a division of geologic chronology. c: conditions at present or at some specified period —usually used in plural. d: The present time. 5) a: Lifetime. b: A period of apprenticeship: a term of military serviced : a prison sentence. 6) Season. 7) a: Rate of speed: Tempo. b: The grouping of the beats of music: Rhythm.  8) a: A moment, hour, day, or year as indicated by a clock or calendar. b: Any of various systems (as sidereal or solar) of reckoning time. 9) a: One of a series of recurring instances or repeated actions: added or accumulated quantities or instances: equal fractional parts of which an indicated number equal a comparatively greater quantity.10) Finite as contrasted with infinite duration. 11) A person’s experience during a specified period or on a particular occasion.

WORD of the day: Time

 

Time why do I feel like I never have enough of you?

Do you love me or do you resent me?

Face twisting and turning in mockery of my dependence,

My chained link to your ebbed flow.

The wise say knock, and knock I hath,

Woe is you time! Woe is you!!

 

Time turning, a winced face

 winding, winding, winding

 

How you move so fast at times and other times so slow,

yet the same duration past; I’ll never quite understand.

 

Watches, bells, Grandfathers, straps, chains, cogs, batteries, faces, accessories, etc.

Tools designed to satisfy our fetish with time.

 

A vertigo of characters and chambers constantly in motion;

Seconds churning, turning hours into years, trading years in for memories.

 

Cuu-Cuu, Cuu-Cuu. Cuu-Cuu…

 

 

Past,

 A time far removed; a lover never to be held again, an expired love affair.

 

Here just a second ago, right here in hand

Always a trickster; the slyest of foxes, shifting, sifting, sliding out of any situation.

 

Now thinking about it, has it ever really been seen?

A ghostly matter, haunting the brain, plaguing the folds of our minds.

 

Still never to be caught nor held,

Not for one damned second.

 

Cuu-Cuu, Cuu-Cuu.

 

 

Just as aloof, the future maintains its own allure.

A tendency to tease, to feed on the hopes of day dreams

 

The unfolding of time, revealing of events and encounters unpredictable.

An elusive archer, aimed right in your direction…

 

Never promised and hardly ever kept to words.

Just outside the jurisdiction of the tangible.

 

Oh but the taste, the feeling, I can almost swear I’ve had it before.

Delusion; A fantasy so sweet nonetheless.

 

Cuu-Cuu, Cuu-Cuu. Cuu-Cuu, Cuu-Cuu.

 

 

Ah yes, the present.

A familiar face, a friend to us all.

 

Like one of those friends that come over and kicks their feet up on your kitchen table an shit.

Keep your eye on this one though.

 

One second it’s right in front of you, one blink and it’s gone or has a whole new look.

Simple as that.

 

The wedge between the future yet to come and the past gone too fast.

 

Its like that road runner moving along to fast to ever catch,

Constantly dropping anvils and TNT sticks on all our diabolic plans to catch it, to CAGE it, to hold onto it and slow roast it.

 

Never quite works like that, it only stops long enough to poke out a taunting tongue, then ZOOM.

And we’re left there just looking WILE-E

 

Cuu-Cuu.

 

 

And where do we fit into this?

Into all the complicated webs of chronology, these contraptions and interactions?

 

Thus far each one of us to determine that, to recognize for ourselves.

As for me, well…

 

 I’m that character that peeks out ever so often, just checking in on things

Never late, still never quite on time, unpredictable. Yes, that fellow, that’s me.

 

 

Not a necessity to the maze, however a great addition…

I’m that little character that pops out just to show you simply how crazy time is…

 

No name, I just am that I am.

That little fellow, yes that’s me.

 

Cuu-Cuu. Cuu-Cuu.

 

 

Maybe I’m crazy, you think?

Humph, only time will tell…

 

 

Cuu-Cuu.

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 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!!

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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 16 2012
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Photo Flows STM

Whatup! Upon receiving the Shake This Maze Second Edition in Madrid I found a surprise in the package. V’s printer started to lose ink while printing LS photos that come with each edition of Shake This Maze. Inside of an envelope I found 4 of these unique prints with various lyrics from songs throughout the album written on them to tell a story of STM in the form of a montage. V’s use of seemingly useless materials was a dope way to create from found materials.

And as all else slept and tired of that bass/In it’s beautiful hum I found a place…That’s the power that’s behind the lines I spit/ Hard to catch like a line drive hard hit….So if it wasn’t for this pen and this pad and this beat/ I would have been as mad as I was sad at seventeen…Give some reason to the path under our feet…So many piles of poo/ Cover the ground defiles the truth/ It took a while for me to see the meek inside your cool…In a one man room playing the blues getting pennies in this straw hat…Now it dawns on me the futility/ of passing judgement on other societies..This night this night this night it wears on/ Know I should sleep but the time to care is gone..SHAKE THIS MAZE TO THE CORE WITH THESE CHORDS AND VERSES…So here we are the scars are shown? And it feels so nice to be finally home…The city’s a lonely thing when it’s only you living.. Search for the spark to start this shit flaming/ Burn the house of cards down all in and sick of playing/ Then flip the table over all the chips fall down/ Return to the night before the dawn clouds..

-Live from Comillas, Cantabria, España.

Reflection and Response

-P

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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!

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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.

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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…

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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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Jun 21 2012
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The Porch Swing: WORD of the day

Reflection and Response resident artist Samuel Bostick continues his WORD of the day project with installment VIII, a live, one-take, off the top audio recording from Berkeley, CA. Swingin’.

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Yield verb. 1) Produce or provide (a natural, agricultural, or industrial product) 2) (of an action or process) produce or deliver (a result or gain) 3) (of a financial or commercial process or transaction) generate (a specified financial return) 4) Give way to arguments, demands, or pressure 5) Relinquish possession of something; give something up 6) Cease to argue about 7) Allow another the right to speak in a debate 8) Give right of way to other traffic 9) (of a mass or structure) give way under force or pressure. noun. 1) The full amount of an agricultural or industrial product

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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 14 2012
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The Porch Swing: WORD of the day

The Porch Swing weekly, cycling back in Full Effect. Installment VII in Reflection and Response resident artist Samuel Bostick’s WORD of the Day project!!

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Fresh adj. 1) New to ones experience; not encountered before 2) Novel; different 3) Recently made, produced or harvested; not stale or spoiled 4) Not preserved as by canning, smoking or freezing 5) Not saline or salty 6) Not yet used or soiled; clean 7) Additional; new 8) Bright and clear; not dull or faded 9) Having glowing, unspoiled appearance of youth 10) Untried; inexperienced 11) Having just arrived; straight  12) Revival or reinvigorated; refreshed 13) Free from impurity or pollution; pure 14) Fairly strong; brisk

WORD of the day: Fresh

It has been a mean minute since I’ve caught this side of day. Birds ring a different song, a different sound. I tell you what, they don’t stick around long. Apparently they have messages to deliver, perches to mark and romance to tweet (120 characters at a time).

A new day a fresh start, what is more honest than that? Life has yet to reveal a spot of perfection, nonetheless with each moment comes the opportunity to increase, to develop, to improve. For that I give thanks. As I step out beyond the four walls of my comfort, enter stage left the cool. Sensational elevation. The cause, a source so simple…only breeze…now thas fresh. Inspiration in the simple mundane gifts of life is the exercise of a renewed mind, a refreshed, a mind oriented about that which is fresh. A clean slate—a purposeful walk.

Take no offense to any salty looks thrown nor give power to those impudent slanderings off the lips of a babbling fool. The ability to stand in the freshness of your truth rest in the righteousness of your walk. Not saying you need be an angle to be fresh, what I am saying is that there has to be an alignment of the soul and body.  It’s a matter of presence. Personally I wanna be so fresh in faith I can walk on water, maybe even dance on water. Peter did it with Christ, I feel I can do the same in the midst of any storm! Take no offense, hold true to the vision that has been made the object of your passion, the inspiration of diligent work. It is easy to get offended yet transcendence is the fruit of a steadfast walk just as the pearl is the fruit of a faithful mollusk working with a grain of sand. A treasure created in the saltiest of situations…thas deep…10000 leagues deep.

Who woulda thought?

Stepped in, never stepped on, just out the box, scent of leather untouched…daydreaming of @&*$#

Jus hopped off the plane, last night; INSANE. LAX via JFK—green  thumbs, bombshells and blue skies …Encore to the @&*$#est 3Ws

Hipsters heralding hella hyper hues…what the H!?

@&*$#

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 06 2012
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The Porch Swing: WORD of the Day

Here is installment VI from The Porch Swing: WORD of the Day, brought to us by Reflection and Response resident artist Samuel Bostick. Cool.

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Cool adj. 1) Moderately cold; neither warm nor very cold. 2) Affording or allowing relief from heat. 3) Not excited; calm and controlled. 4) Marked by indifference; unenthusiastic. 5) Marked by calm audacity; impudent. 6) Designating or characteristic of colors, such as blue and green, that produce the impression of coolness. 7) Excellent; first-rate 8) Entire; full.  9) Composure.  10) To calm down, to wait.

WORD of the Day: Cool

Warm summer nights ahead, the chill of winter’s eve past

We are in the mist of cool.

(No doubt about that)

Dusty green leaves of peach trees rusted by the rolling breeze off the Pacific Coast, tumbling over Purple Mountains, settling in the valley of hidden gold—a testimony to the seasonal cool.

Sinatra advises it’s the season of “Makin Whoopee”

3 stacks’ witty reply is the only thing cooler than being cool is Ice Cold.

Still it is never too cold to be cool, yet always too hott to act over the top

I could almost swear the mercury meter kicked its old ways to the curb,

all its numerics replaced by one word… Cool

an’ my watch followed suit, what a trend!

 

A young Picasso, all I see are shades of blue.

In everything I touch; in all I do.

Me encanta azul!

Man, am I enraptured with this colour blue!

 

Red: runs up to warn blue, “Aye your on the wrong side of the tracks”

Blue: in all hues of calm, “I’m not here looking for any trouble & we both know I’m in with good fellas”

Red:  heating up, “and what’s that to do with me”

Blue: sporting that cold killer look, “simply put, I suggest you Be Cool”

 

Oh brilliant moon, the cool of night

A twilight canopy, tonz of blazing far off stars.

Aside from that orangish red one…that outstanding light is really a rock called Mars.

Crickets rub romance off strings, toads moan throaty bass tunes,

word is the females dig on those cats

Night birds and bats got the altos on lock

The train rails out the percussive rhythm

  A proper nocturne

How the night, an ocean of deep blue, gives birth to jazz I may never understand

Nonetheless I find inspiration in the stone cold groove.

Now vibe off that

 

On that note I’m gone retire to drown into my dreams—Blue in Green

Jus do me one favor yall,

Stay cool

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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