Last Thirty Days on Top (Untreated Pin Impressions)*

*Note:  Prose Poem and Literary List (Prosody, Parataxis, Blank Verse, Free Verse, and Found Poetry) based on E Maria Shelton Speller Pinterest Analytics as of June 6, 2019 10:00 PM (EST), for 15 Muse Boards and 5K Pins.  

 

LOVE DIVINE [LD]

All You Want To Know

Beautiful and vibrantly dyed locs_

[The [Dollhouse] with the Red Corvette]_

Kanye West’s Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

[Point Him Out]

[Wait… there’s a surprise at the end]

I’m not Shy

Biggy!

A Windy Summer Day — Vogue Italia_

[Skylar — Look at that face… that stop…those eyes!]_

[Blue Chip Stalk]_

Five Weak Words

Ten Iconic Fashion Photographers_

[An Allusion to CAROL Coming Soon to Explode]

Paint_

Art_

[Champagne and Balloons in Gothic City]_

[I have a story to tell]_

Swan Queen_

[Marilyn Monroe and James Dean Smoking on a Balcony…]_

BeautifulBizzzzarre_

Portishead — Glory Box_

Elizabeth Taylor — Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award_

artemisdreaming_

A Queen’s Torque_

[Love Divine]_

[Andy’s gaze. Edie’s eyes.]_

The Queen of Bollywood

This is Why I Like Art_

White Hot_

Idris Elba_

Purple! Beautiful!_

Diar in Sassoon_

Denim Corset_

Bartolini’s Nymph With the Scorpion_

[Int. — Boudoir — Late Afternoon]_

Anthony Thornberg_

[Pluck & Aplomb]_

Ruffles_

The Russian Tea Room_

Duchamp’s Nude Descending a Staircase_

Brooks Casamance_

[Legs in the air like you don’t care]_

Paul Robeson and Master Julian Bond_

Visualize your highest self

Water Sculpture_

Look Like Barbie_

Michael Maczuga_

“The Name of the Rose”_

 

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Dada — Lost and Found — Triptych

 

Doing nothing

and falling

down the same rabbit hole

I would be nosey

like numbers on analytics

Floating lollipops and gummy bears

 

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On the 48th year since the assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. — the language for this mash-up, was for the revolutionary icon.

Trench People (TP) Muse Board

When I was nine, and my sister seven, we shared a bedroom in the attic of a Victorian house, in New England.  We loved that pink triangular room, and the imaginary line that equally divided her side and mine, and it was not lost on us, that we were far removed from our extended paternal family, our parents, and the Irish triplets who shared a room of their own — downstairs. 

It was not just the physical detachment, but on the heels of “making believe,” we began to transport each other to fictional realities at bedtime that began with a question, followed by an answer and finally a bidding, “What are you doing?”  “I’m thinking.”  “What are you thinking about?” 

My stories would often begin with something truly extraordinary.  Diana Ross had ten kids in 1964!  She was twenty years old and married to Jorge — the Ebony Fashion Fair model who was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, and one of her children was my fourth grade classmate — a Puerto Rican named, Willie Sanchez.  He told us to call him Willie.  He was so cute!   

Theirs was the perfect family!  Jorge wore gray suede shoes and cardigans advertised in Jet and Ebony magazines, and the children wore clothing from the Alden and Spiegel Catalogs!   Images were accessible and appropriated. The stories epic and uninterrupted — unless clarification was necessary, like “What time do the kids have to go to bed?” 

I loved The Supremes!  In the Sixties, Diana Ross was a delicate and beautiful remix of freedom from ugly restraint.   I could scan a page for her name and find her like code!  Ditty Bop.  I could imitate her voice, her tone, inflection, her vibrato, choreography and her mannerisms! 

In the Summer of 1965, I sang A cappella, “Where Did Our Love Go,” “Stop in the Name of Love,” and “Come See About Me,” on a makeshift stage in our back yard, and became an accidental star with a teenage fan base… but, I just wanted to be left alone to adore her.

Those oral narratives in the dark — were contiguous, on a continuum, interconnected, in medias res. When I think about — Trench People, I wonder what are Angela, Lisa and Nimrod’s musings and who are their muses?  What would they like?  What makes them click?  TP’s Muse board is visible/linked below.  It’s a living, breathing, WIP.  It’s the pink room in the attic all over again!   I wonder how my sister is doing?  I wonder what she’s thinking…

http://pinterest.com/sheltonspeller/tps-muse-board/

 

 

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