Once a week on Friday, Uncle Bardie celebrates the creativity in others by shining a Spotlight on a movie, a song or a creator. This week’s Spotlight Creators are Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye:
Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye performing.
It was late at night and I was out cruising the highways and byways of the world wide web. I came across these two spoken wordists. Liked them a lot. And wanted to share their creative storytelling with you.
It only goes to show you what you can find when you are not looking.
Once a week on Friday, Uncle Bardie celebrates the creativity in others by shining a Spotlight on a movie, a song or a creator. This week’s Spotlight Creator is the scientist and environmentalist Jacques Cousteau:
It’s too bad that Jacques Cousteau was never awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. I know few who deserve it more.
Once a week on Friday, Uncle Bardie celebrates the creativity in others by shining a Spotlight on a movie, a song or a creator. This week’s Spotlight is the Holocaust survivor and humanitarian, Elie Wiesel:
Elie Wiesel’s essay, “A God Who Remembers”.
What happens when we die.
Thank you, Elie Wiesel, for remembering and giving witness.
The woman sat on a bench in the park. She worked on her journal.
Just behind and above her was a statue of a man, lauding the benefits of birding. His feet rested on her shoulders. His hands held a pair of binoculars to his eyes. Several birds rested on his bronze shoulders.
The woman glanced up. A photographer pointed his camera at her. She went back to jotting in her journal. “He’s taking my picture again. This is the third time.”
Tom was not a professional photographer. He liked snapping pictures as he roamed the city on his day off. “Why doesn’t she move out of the way so I can get a clear shot of the statue?” He moved a little to his left.
She continued her journal entry: “He must think I’d make a good model. I think so too.”
To avoid her, Tom moved around to the side of the statue. She stood up and moved back into his lens vision. He moved again. She moved too. This happened several times. Every time Tom changed his lens viewpoint, the woman changed her location. “Get the hell out of the way,” he thought. There was anger in his thoughts. Then, in resignation, he dropped the camera to his chest and walked away.
Journal entry: “I don’t want to be pushy but I just have to know. Does he plan on publishing my photograph?”
The woman went after Tom. Tom knew he was being followed, so he turned the corner and hurried into a hotel and hid behind the curtains. As she walked through the door, he noticed how interesting her face looked. Hmmm. He snapped several pictures. Then she was out the door. He rushed after her and out the hotel door. She was gone.
I sit at my desk
making stories and poems
once upon a times