I'm working on a short video series, using the footage I captured from the Occupy Wall Street march on October 5. Here's the first of many!
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Occupy Wall Street!!
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Labels: bankers, depression, education, finance, government, march, occupation, occupy, protest, recession, street, teachers, wall
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Transplant
Spent my day
fingers in the dirt
awake and dreamin'
oh my sweet Carolina
I'm still a boy
when in this city
I'm still a child
eyes wide
at every turn
I have to close
these weary eyes
place hands
in the soil
remember
from whence
I came
In order
to regain
myself.
-BH 2-4-11
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Saturday, February 5, 2011
Spirithread
my fabric oh lord ‘tis so easily crushed ‘tis never ironed completely straight again -BH
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Labels: Ben Holbrook, crush, fabric, iron, Poetry, soul, spirit
Monday, January 31, 2011
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?
Wait what?
Where have I been?
I didn't think I was the one who disappeared!
I've been keeping as busy as possible I guess
I've started a new blog
please don't be mad that I didn't tell you
you were always on my mind.
My new blog is here
I considered not writing on this one anymore
but that wasn't cool
I never stopped writing
so there'll me more content soon.
Love,
Ben
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Monday, June 14, 2010
"Destino"
This is animated perfection!
"Destino" is an animated short that was a collaboration between Salvador Dali and Walt Disney that began production in 1945. The production, however, was halted for financial reasons. More details can be found here: Destino
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Labels: Animation, Armando Dominguez, Destino, Dominique Monfrey, John Hench, salvador dali, Walt Disney
Thursday, May 27, 2010
American Devil
She had mentioned
as I squeezed
a few peaches
that i should hurry
that her mother
was afraid
of my face
It's alright
I get that
just about
all the time
And I do
but she
with features
that drew my breath
like the Loch
at midnight
Spoke of her Father
who
on his death bed
worked his last painting
which was of
the Devil
who he had met
And I was almost
too captivated
by her dialect
to catch
that his devil
looked identical
to me
Diablo Negro
So I scare your mother
I squeeze your peaches
and condemn your daddy
to hell
that's too bad
Here's three dollars
and an apology
for wanting your fruits
for scaring your mother
for grinnin' too wide
for being me
-BH
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