Mask – Small Stone #1

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concealed in the

reflection, shattered faces

my broken self

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Author: Jo Bryant

I was born in the land of Banjo Paterson, gum trees, and weather extremes. I am a freelance writer. I live in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, but still like to claim my Australian heritage. I graduated with a Bachelor of Communications in 2008. I am writing my first novel. I love to write poetry, short stories, and also write for the web. And there is nothing that is on a par with a sunny summer's day spent at Waihi Beach.

27 thoughts on “Mask – Small Stone #1”

  1. Oh dear. I had to look up “Hironimous Bosh”, as I had not heard of him. He is disturbing – I found this and it freaked me out a bit. So me, being me, thought I’d put it here.
    Painting
    Which made me wonder – what was so disturbing about the post – to you?

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    1. You didnt miss much. I think I only remeber his name so well because as a little girl I would look at pics of his stuff and get creeped out. Many non fiction histories use his stuff as illustrations.

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      1. This is going to sound terrible – I was married to a Dutchman for 10 years, so NOTHING surprises me about some Dutch idiosyncrasies. It is a country of the most incredible contrasts.

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      2. How interesting you say so. Of all the foriegn films I watch, the Dutch ones often baffle me with the odd personalities in the story lines. I thought it was just me.

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        1. Nope – they are so contradictory. I lived in Holland for 3 years and the juxtaposition between almost everything was confusing. Don’t get me wrong – I did love living there, but it was so different to relaxed, uncomplicated Australia. 🙂

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    2. hmm well, It shouts ‘broken’ and I don’t want to be broken like that. I think it must be what insanity looks like. But then, the ability to evoke strong emotion in a viewer/reader is the mark of a master. In this youve done well. If I study it further, I see the folds, and then I wonder why the person hides. If they did not hide in those folds, they would not be broken. But then Im just meandering here with thoughts and images. 🙂

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      1. Meander away. I enjoy where your mind meanders !! 🙂
        I actually wrote the poem first – and went looking for an image that mirrored the words. As soon as I saw this one – it just was a fit.

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  2. i guess sometimes without the folds we wouldn’t look like ourselves? maybe then we’d just look like everyone else. 🙂

    call me crazy (please?), but i’m rather fond of bosch’s work. of course, i’m rather fond of any iconoclastic artists & writers with guts enough to portray what lurks deep in the hearts of men (and women). it’s a challenge to see/read their work, i suppose, because in it we see a side of ourselves that we’re not very comfortable knowing exists.

    great work jo. i’ll continue to come back as long as you’ll continue to challenge us. 🙂

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    1. I haven’t delved into him except quite recently. Some of his stuff I found disturbing, like the one I added to the comment. Disturbing and kinda funny – oh dear – maybe I am disturbed. But some was pretty interesting – at least his perspective was.

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  3. Ok things get scary when the comments section is more disturbing than the actual post! I’m not even going to ask where you found that picture. (The comment picture). I did find the post disturbing – no haunting – and it made me reflect on why I spend little time looking in mirrors. Hope you are entering it into a comp.

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    1. Googled him and – there you go. Thank you for your lovely comment. Hmmm – comp – probably not – they usually only take stuff they consider unpublished. 🙂

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  4. nice haiku
    the picture chosen well, to depict our shattered self from within, masked by our “pretend” identity.

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