tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77587773066273506152011-05-26T02:20:50.336-07:00Conversations in Red is the blog documentation of an exchange between the poet Linda Davies and sculptor Alton Falcone. The 'dialogue' occurs using only the media of each artists' specialty. The drawings and images are responses to Linda's texts; likewise, Linda's texts are responses to the images. Please note that the images and texts are not considered necessarily complete or finished works.A.C. Frabettinoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758777306627350615.post-61975691160171809302008-04-21T13:27:00.000-07:002008-04-23T20:10:25.212-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/SA_5fthjPhI/AAAAAAAAACU/waJVtKbB0_A/s1600-h/Presence+and+Absence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/SA_5fthjPhI/AAAAAAAAACU/waJVtKbB0_A/s400/Presence+and+Absence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192643218573049362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/SAz5Td7hmJI/AAAAAAAAACE/SWgxI8UxRfk/s1600-h/Presence+and+Absence.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758777306627350615-6197569116017180930?l=conversationsinred.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Conversations in Rednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758777306627350615.post-24472370487350991882008-03-02T09:11:00.001-08:002008-03-02T09:13:28.850-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/R8rgK0dZTSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GSUuFJPPImk/s1600-h/Isolations+and+Its+Discontents.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/R8rgK0dZTSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GSUuFJPPImk/s400/Isolations+and+Its+Discontents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173193598473686306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/R8rf4EdZTRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uCkMTEtvzE0/s1600-h/Isolations+and+Its+Discontents.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758777306627350615-2447237048735099188?l=conversationsinred.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Conversations in Rednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758777306627350615.post-55339522454893067262008-02-22T19:08:00.000-08:002008-02-24T08:06:10.074-08:00He reads Thomas Mann<br />in German<br />his long body<br />sprawled lazy in the leather chair<br />cat’s pleasure in a shaft of sunlight<br />I squint my questions<br />towards his secret smile<br />There is no word in English<br />he explains.<br />Later, in the darkness<br />he holds my shuddering body,<br />tells me that he loves me<br />I examine the words at arm’s length<br />wondering if I have understood<br /><br />copyright 2008 L.M. Davies<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758777306627350615-5533952245489306726?l=conversationsinred.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Conversations in Rednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758777306627350615.post-64138390227939729422008-01-25T14:10:00.000-08:002008-03-02T09:15:54.076-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/R8rgw0dZTVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PYsFc6LI6DA/s1600-h/corespondence_Linda3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/R8rgw0dZTVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PYsFc6LI6DA/s400/corespondence_Linda3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173194251308715346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758777306627350615-6413839022793972942?l=conversationsinred.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Conversations in Rednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758777306627350615.post-34603752896406957532008-01-25T09:36:00.000-08:002008-01-25T09:59:52.799-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">Under that deep bowl of fluorescent sky<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">we washed our hands<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">hair combed<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">fingernails perfect<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">and marched<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">in smiling unison off that<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Kewpie doll assembly line<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">towards the dining room table<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Place cards<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">like those information tags at the zoo:<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Homo sapiens, mother and young habitat suburbia<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">told us who we were<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">what our habits<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">likes and dislikes<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">were<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">as we shined for the crowd<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">dancing for peanuts<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright 2008 Linda M. Davies<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758777306627350615-3460375289640695753?l=conversationsinred.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Conversations in Rednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758777306627350615.post-36948836805392604952008-01-25T09:35:00.000-08:002008-03-02T09:15:27.376-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/R8rgpEdZTUI/AAAAAAAAABI/jQAYYVpYgi8/s1600-h/corespondence_Linda2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/R8rgpEdZTUI/AAAAAAAAABI/jQAYYVpYgi8/s400/corespondence_Linda2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173194118164729154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/R5oeEM3le9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bdfRwRFnCAw/s1600-h/corespondence_Linda2.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758777306627350615-3694883680539260495?l=conversationsinred.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Conversations in Rednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758777306627350615.post-36598653084465975222008-01-25T09:33:00.000-08:002008-01-25T09:49:48.442-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Part I - Dogma</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">A thunder of lumbering shadows breathing down my neck</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">strangled ragged voices sneering No</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">enraged as I struggle to breathe</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This is what Dogma looks like</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">sapient teachers, priests and politicians bleeding their red criticisms</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">seeking only duplicates</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">authority based in Fear</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It’s an assembly line of faith</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">leading only to War</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">or Birth</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Part II</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Noise lifts his weary head</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">sniffs at the wind and scrapes his conscience clean</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">All written before he was born</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">he regrets only his brothers’deaths</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Ainle and Ardan,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">too young to know a woman’s touch.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">He sighs in resignation</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">turns to the Deidre, happy in her sleep </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">coupled with her prize</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Hair black and sleek as a raven’s wing</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Skin as white as new fallen snow</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >and lips redder than blood</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">An old tale, this avarice</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">A strong woman to make it so</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">pinion him between honor and desire</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">with no care but for her own greedy heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">He picks up spear and harp</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">walks toward the watery dawn to meet his fate</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">content to play his part</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">as sacrificial lamb.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright 2008 Linda Davies</span><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;" ></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7758777306627350615-3659865308446597522?l=conversationsinred.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Conversations in Rednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7758777306627350615.post-29834288908692900532008-01-25T09:31:00.000-08:002008-03-02T09:14:32.699-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_95TuMZunwhI/R8rgbkdZTTI/AAAAAAAAABA/le_9VXfsLNo/s1600-h/corespondence_Linda1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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