Don’t forget, last year I put a video reading of this poem up on YouTube, if you want to see me get a little fired up. I will continue posting this poem every election day until I feel like the American people have made a real shift.
Crumbs is from my collection The Little Book of Insurrection or the Poetry of My Discontent, which is available on both Amazon and Smashwords.
Just a reminder that I will be vending at the Buffalo Small Press Book Fair tomorrow and Sunday. If you are a native of Western NY and have nothing else going on, come say hello! It’s a free event, and there’s a lot going on both days.
I’ve got most of the items I need to set up at the table packed and ready to go. I just need to pull items out of an old portfolio case to slip in my original illustrations from The Little Book of Insurrection or the Poetry of My Discontent and finish up my handwritten signs with pricing/deals. I also still need to look up exact directions, decide what I’m going to wear (heavily dependent on the weather), and pack a bag of things to keep me busy at the table should there be a dearth of people coming up to my table.
I don’t have a big sign with my name or anything, but if you are coming, you should be able to find me by looking for the skull artwork from the cover of The Little Book.
We squabble over crumbs on the floor
While the big pile of money… oops… food
Sits on the table just out of our reach.
We eat self-help slogans,
Never acknowledging that this game
Of life is rigged against us.
Sound bites offer little sustenance.
We dance as the puppet masters
Pull the strings.
We follow the magician’s
Sleight of hand
And allow ourselves to be astounded
By the misdirection.
We obsess with details,
Refusing to ever see the big picture.
And we are amazed that we remain
Buy a signed print copy or prints of the illustrations at my new Etsy shop: Phantasms of Truth
This volume of poetry collects twelve of Kat Micari’s most politically and socially charged poems and song lyrics with eight accompanying illustrations. They are the product of a disenchanting coming-of-age in the United States of recent decades, a passionate retaliation against many of the aspects of modern society.
From the author: Poetry is a way to let the heart and soul speak directly to others without societal structure getting in the way. This is the truth of our society through my eyes. May it resonate with you and cause you to question more.
I FINALLY have some pictures to share of my Sword of Truth illustration. Please excuse the quality of the photos. I unfortunately do most of my painting at night, and the quality of light is not optimal for photography. They will be scanned in before being added to the poetry collection. You probably don’t remember, but a long time ago I posted this image of the pencils (darkened to actually show the image):
And here are the layers of ink as I’ve painted them.
First I painted in the sword with a mid-level gray (achieved by mixing water into the black ink only).
Then I decided that since I really wanted a dark background, I better do that next in case I messed it up. No point spending hours detailing the serpents in the background if I mess up the black background.
Here is round two of the black background! No major mistakes, but you can still see the wetness from the ink. Both these layers were done in straight ink, although I did wet my brush a few times when the bristles started to, well, get too bristly.
And here is the final layers that I’ve added.
I’m excited to have most of the basic wash done on all eight illustrations. Soon I will get to go back in and add the shading, then detailed line work with pen(s), and finish with popping highlights with white ink.