Jake Shaw's Blog, page 91
January 8, 2017
Overgrown
Overgrown
On the roofs of houses
In a suburb
A mossy overgrown
Sentimental pipeline
Crossing from
Home to home
Shoots with the
Arrow of time
Christmas lights
And tiny fir trees
Fortresses, bastions,
And snowy top days
Moss is the turret
On a tower of a home
Ropes like rigging are
Beacons polychrome
Cast magic like
You read it
In ancient
Spell tomes
Snowflakes drifting down
Polychroma sound
Lights like the beacons
Of spotlights shining
Clouds like the puffy flak
Of a cold morning
Moss on the s...
January 7, 2017
Kitchen Sink Reserve Red Table Wine
Kitchen Sink Reserve Red Table Wine
Bitter
Tart
Blood colored
Like hints of
Lachance’s flayed
Corpse, betrayed
European
Dragon’s breath
A dirtlike grape burn
That throattorching
Sour
Dry
Sulfuric
Swells from the
Base of the spine
And kicks hard
Fire and ash
In the mouth
Leftover
As aftertaste
Filed under: November Era (III)
January 6, 2017
Tankgewehr
Tankgewehr
A bipod resting
On a low wall
A bolt action
Opened with a
Meaty metal
Jangle
A single
.525 caliber
Cartridge
Loaded in
With a sliding
Schwing against
Soldering
A curved
Plate
Locking back
Into place
With a lift
And push
Back to bolt
The round
A stamped
And casted ingot
Of power
Loaded
Sighting down
A barrel
Unscoped
Trigger pulled
A deafening
Heavy ore
Thud
A shockwave
Of recoil
Shoving a
Shoulder
And stormcalling
Forward
Anti-material
Metal leaves
Disintegrating
In muzzle blast
A...
January 5, 2017
Dishonored Close Up
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Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL XS; f/5; 1/60; ISO-400; 40mm; with flash
See the build here: https://radioreality.city/2017/01/05/dishonored-mask-build/
Filed under: Images, Sculptures
Dishonored Mask Build
When I was a senior in high school (around October of 2014) I was assigned a task by my design teacher Joe Loring to make a mask. This was meant to be in the spirit of Halloween and all that jazz. He went through the rigamarolls of showing people how to do paper-mache and demonstrating popular designs, and all kinds of stuff.
I decided from the get go that I wanted to do the maskfrom Dishonored, in which the protagonist Corvo Attano is given this skeletal clockwork-y thing to hide his identit...
January 4, 2017
While You Were Touching The Second Blackening Sea
While You Were Touching The Second Blackening Sea
A research team
At headquarters
In the operating room
On comm lines
Setting the stage
For a rocket’s take off
White coats running around
Files and phones in hand
Glasses pushed up to
The bridge of the nose
A cosmonaut strapped in
To a frame
An explorer of the galaxy
Solar sails lift
Jets burst
Upwards the chemtrails follow
Spilling smokey energy
To the stars
All the wonders zip by
Still in contact with
Headquarters
Picture the supernovas
The c...
January 3, 2017
I’m Scared
I’m Scared
That I see my life as a movie
And that I’m not my own
Protagonist
And I’m only a supporting
Character to so many
Other people
Just a face
A background
An extra
To my own story
And my own stories
I tell because no one
Else will ever tell me
As anything important
It’s gotta be me
Saying out loud
All the things I think
Are cool and worth
Debating
Myself and my own values
Every day
When I wake up and think
“What in the world
Can I do today?”
Because that answer
Is frighteningly nothing...
January 1, 2017
New Blood
New Blood
Remember when
As I sit in
A grizzled basement
All the wounds
Taken in
On a new voyage
A safari
Some new scarring
A needle and wire
Like those of a
Splatter mask
Now in use to bind
The ties of a wound
On the flesh
With metal mingling
And comforting
To let rest
Let the stitches nurture
The things sustained
From nature
Quick with the
Memories of bullets
Ripping through
In every caliber
It hurts
Crossing wires
In the skin
Like a wicker basket
Even with all the
Bitter liquor you think
Qu...
Throattorchers
Throattorchers
A box
A breath
A quiet murmur
A panicked yell
When we forget these
Words are also said
In heaven and hell
Nothing seems to be
As what it is until
You speak the words
Any words to change
The scene
Next act in the play
Another chapter in a book
Words all change the thing
The time, the space
Anything you taste ends
When there is no more
Wine, tea, coffee,
There’s only no more words
If you stop tasting them
On the tip of your tongue
And coating your mouth
All the hot breath and
Tar...
