Do you like music? Art? Literature? Film? Graffiti? Tattoos? Animation? Poetry?
If you said no to all of the above, this blog will not interest you. Tonight is the christening set of Visual, Text, and Sound features to be displayed on Neverknown, a blog devoted to bringing you the best of the undiscovered art around the world.
Tonight's three feature artists are Sean Thompson in the Visual Feature with a 3D still set entitled "The Attic", Nicky Monte in the Sound Feature with an acoustic recording of her original song "Waste", and Mary K. Meadows in the Text Feature with a poem entitled "Saint Rita Pray for Us". Links to further information on the artists are included at the bottom of each post.
Every Wednesday Neverknown Art will bring you one Visual, Text, and Sound Feature from artists across the web and the world. Feel free to comment on people's creations, browse the artist's other creations, and take part in a new art community. Oh, and last but not least, submit submit submit. What good is your art doing you and the world when it sits in your closet?
So each Wednesday stop on by, check out what interests you, browse through the features past and present, and consider submitting to be featured yourself.
Happy Creating.
6.7.10
Sound Feature: "Waste" by Nicky Monte
For more music from Nicky Monte visit http://www.nickymonte.com/ or watch videos of the artist at http://www.youtube.com/user/dietcokewithcherry
Text Feature: "Saint Rita Pray for Us" by Mary K. Meadows
Mary K Meadows
Saint Rita Pray for Us
These words are scrawled across
the pendant I wear like a shield around my neck.
You who wanted to be an Augustinian nun
quietly submitted to the duties of an arranged
marriage – Pray for me.
Pray for me. When your husband struck
you, you turned to God. When he was angry,
you remained patient and when he was dying
from a crimson wound you prayed for him
and he was repentant – Pray for me.
Pray for me when I am not sitting
in deep oak pews on Sunday morning
when the church bells ring, when I do
not receive the body and blood
of Christ – Pray for me.
Pray for me when he grabs my upper arm
staining my pale skin, when he corrects
my hemline, forbids me to see
my friends – Pray for me.
Pray for me. I wear my faith in secret
like my ancestors whose bones are dust
in the rich soil of the earth.
The communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins.
I kneel at the edge of my bed, rosary
folded over my left hand,
a single bead pinched between my right
thumb and index finger, I recite
one Our Father then Hail Mary’s.
Saint Rita pray for us.
Saint Rita Pray for Us
These words are scrawled across
the pendant I wear like a shield around my neck.
You who wanted to be an Augustinian nun
quietly submitted to the duties of an arranged
marriage – Pray for me.
Pray for me. When your husband struck
you, you turned to God. When he was angry,
you remained patient and when he was dying
from a crimson wound you prayed for him
and he was repentant – Pray for me.
Pray for me when I am not sitting
in deep oak pews on Sunday morning
when the church bells ring, when I do
not receive the body and blood
of Christ – Pray for me.
Pray for me when he grabs my upper arm
staining my pale skin, when he corrects
my hemline, forbids me to see
my friends – Pray for me.
Pray for me. I wear my faith in secret
like my ancestors whose bones are dust
in the rich soil of the earth.
The communion of saints,
the forgiveness of sins.
I kneel at the edge of my bed, rosary
folded over my left hand,
a single bead pinched between my right
thumb and index finger, I recite
one Our Father then Hail Mary’s.
Saint Rita pray for us.
For more poetry from Mary K Meadows send an email to mmeadows07@gmail.com
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