Reportage de Isabelle Martiat pour MaTele
Du graphisme à la musique: la reconversion de Ben Heine
Reportage de Isabelle Martiat pour MaTele
Hagards - Ben Heine Music
These boots were left behind by an anonymous person... Lots of random objects can be found along the Camino, this is mainly because the pilgrims want to throw away their heavy belongings so that they can walk faster... The person walking is a girl (not a boy) with a huge pilgrim bag! "Cariño" in Spanish means "Darling" in English. The above picture has been shot with the Samsung NX11, provided by Samsung Electronics. Co., Ltd.
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Ink on paper (digital colors)
Magical Man
By Peter S. Quinn
He is a real magical man
Walking down the magical span
Making so much magical for everyone’s treat
Not everything needs to be true
Though it’s going to be like it seems too
In its way on every walking street
Magical man, please have a try
There is deep and there's blue sky
Magical man, make your own magical plan
He’s exited for what he is
Reaching the earth in watery bliss
Magical man, never reaching your own feet
Magical man keeps on flying
Go all the way in your trying
Bringing it all up into reality
In magic’s for all to see
Not everything needs to be true
Though it’s going to be like it seems too
In its way on every walking street
Magical man please has a try
There is deep and there's blue sky
Magical man, make your own magical plan
He is a real magical man
Walking down a magical span
Making so much magical for everyone’s treat
Barack Obama... and hope.)
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How is it possible-
that, in an age of such a shredded foundation,
that, in an age of such unprecedented warring,
that, in an age of such unequaled corruption and
terrible sadness, a moment as this could come?
How is it possible-
that, after such machinations of greed and hubris,
we have the power to have witnessed this;
the moment now bending its light upon us,
directing us forward to our better selves?
How is it possible-
that we now proceed with this stunning milestone,
that we march onward in the footprints of revolution
though the course is not curved of our choosing
and the strident shriek of the dying covers our skies?
How is it possible-
that we have stumbled to our rightful place of account,
wandered in on such lustrous and cheerful promise
standing now before our grasp, yet still untaken,
unused, and ready for our hands to shape into our art?
How is it possible-
with the end written before the bright and new beginning,
with our expectations rutted in dishonest obligation,
with the world’s eyes having peered down into our shame,
that our pathway is not ruled by immeasurable detonation?
How is it possible-
that, with such divergence and fragmentary mourning,
with stained waters and sky distorting our reflection,
with our differences still hidden in the visage of ghosts,
we were able to land here without knowing what’s next?
How is it possible-
that the air that we scorch doesn’t blink or make a sound
as we push and shove our burning way through it
with sorrow at our flank speaking of others as mere fodder
for our wholly unrestrained hubristic nourishment?
How is it possible-
that this plot has begun at the end of such torturous ire,
at the back of gloom instead of the heart of illumination?
That this moment even has words like hope and change within it
is certainly the most astounding thing of all!
© 2008 - Ben Heine.
The video is based on my potraits of Barack Obama and Martin Luther king.
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Vote now!
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By Misty Lackey
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YOU ARE THERE TO
BE THE BULLET AND
WHEN YOU PULL MY
HEART THAT IS THE
TRIGGER THERE WILL
BE A RAGE FROM WITHIN
TO PAINT ALL COLORS
TO BLACK.
THE SKY ISN'T ALIVE
BUT WHEN YOU PULL
MY MIND THE SURFACE
ARRIVES TO DUST.
A SLOW DEATH ENDING
TO FEAR AND BREATH.
THE LIPS BREATHE.
YOU KISSED DEATH
RIGHT BETWEEN YOUR
ANGEL'S PRETTY DREAM.
SCREAM, DISARM YOUR
WEAPONS.
LOVE IS AN ARROW
YOU HAVE ALREADY
RELEASED THE CUPID.
LOVE IS BLIND TO
YOUR EYES.
LOVE IS ANGER AN
ETERNITY MIND TO
LIVE LIES.
LET COLORS
DIE AND SOULS
BLACK WILL
FOLLOW HELL.
WHITE TO
HEAVEN'S GATE
SING.
BUT YOU CAN'T LEAVE
YOU PULLED THE
TRIGGER AND
NOW THE INNER
WOUND IS DEAD.
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