I sent out a survey titled ,”A question” For those that did not receive it, I asked if anyone would be interested in a; outdoor, two day, cultural exhibit for visual ,musical and literary artists.
We have received word that The Connellsville Cultural trust (1) sat a date for June 26th - 27th 2010/ 12-5pm
The exhibit’s intent is to expose the public to the culture ,and talents of this region . Along with the artist exhibit, the sponsors (The Connellsville… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on January 26, 2010 at 1:07am —
Plunked into the pot with my perceptive care, I gave you a home, but you do not fair.
I toss about this and I toss about that, productive for life, making you grow nice and fat.
Not you, disgrace, for you have lost your place. Up! Up you must fill this vase.
I blame you for this natural crime, how have you not grown one single tine.
Why, it is your nature to bloom , to treat me unto your delight. Not you, I ,offered your ugly blight.
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on October 15, 2009 at 7:23pm —
Old Guard to my pride, are your days growing late?
Silver has replaced that blackened muzzle; this is life’s humorous fate.
A bag O' bones, a shell of the hull. …
I am sure I can remember back O’ so many waning moons ago. I recall the attitude of your warning, alerted fur on hunched shoulder row.
Your color so brilliant, as like the Osage split up the center, Youthfully dense your mane, and menacing as nature… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on October 15, 2009 at 7:11pm —
Come Discuss Debate and Defend your favorite topic.
Visit The Rant and Rave… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on October 3, 2009 at 8:15am —
One afternoon, two white dudes where sitting at the River.
From the younger of the two you could feel the anger.
Off from that cold marble bench, it poured like a thick green stench .
The older man turned and asked ‘what is weighing on such a young mans chest.” Through resentment and stammers the fury was hatched, thus the youth explaining it the way he knew best.
“Ever-a-thing’s be’in taken over by them COON‘S why ,my sister’s kid married one, and is… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on September 27, 2009 at 12:30am —
I believe that few things could ever excite me more then not being the same as the last.
If our moods and excitements were not in our creations, if our Being is not shining from the tapestry that holds our tender thoughts, it is not worthy of the titles bestowed on it. If our work is minus but only 1-10th % of our ability, this work of ours must be thrown to the floor, and disgraced with our utmost ability.
Well, our spring has finally set in. As you know, we got our first… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on May 27, 2009 at 3:59pm —
I took my family for a ride today, just around the way, nowhere but through those most incredibly placed hills and valleys of Fayette County Pa.. On our rides, we always have sound coming from the Radio. That beat, as we explore the vicissitudes of our ever-lasting meadows of faded yellow. Music is most helpful when a discussion has died away and the beauty of my birthplace pulls everyone’s attention away. I for 40 odd years traversing of curves that go left then right then left again. My lions… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on May 25, 2009 at 12:00am —
Today I was given what could be the most frightening information I could ever get hold of in the respect of our independence as individual Americans. The Pennsylvania state budget proposal ( S.B.) 850 has planned to heavily cut state funding to the Greatest device we have as a Free Nation, our libraries. As this Nation’s recession digs deeper and everyone of us feel the pain, our lawmaking body tries to find ways to slash costs. Those governing the budget have now set their sights on education… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on May 21, 2009 at 5:19am —
Did I ever tell you of my experience with an evil apparition, a specter, a demon, a ghost?
A many decades have gone by, yet it is as if it happened the night before last.
A young son I was, no more then ten. Such a strong child I was, fearful of nothing, as long as I was by my mother’s hand.
We lived in the country, on a road all by ourselves.
Vacant of life, void of expression.
Nothing to watch from my crooked porch, but for the Osage posts disappearing into the… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on April 29, 2009 at 8:00am —
A mile a minute (Monday morning discussion with the son)
Hi, good morning and a howdy good day.
How was your slumber how was the rest.
Green red or blue ~I’m thinking of a number?
Wow look at the squirrel on the fence.
I pick red as my favorite color .
What ? The number, why its 4 of course.
Hay dad, I mean mom, sorry, can I fly if my arms go like this?
I would like over-easy they taste the best.
Boy I’m tired I could go back to… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on March 29, 2009 at 8:00pm —
I wish I could visit my grandfather at the best time in his life, there when he took the alpha path. A simply gentle human harboring neither anger nor with wraith, dedicated of a man with two children and a doting wife.
I know these thoughts of grandeur has limits to its weave, thus I would give us twelve hours before he would leave. If I could only cut somehow through space, stand proudly next this men and his grace. A trip to visit the pillar that helped structure me this man,… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on January 25, 2009 at 8:09pm —
A few years ago I wrote a letter called “*A Roll Call” Its premise was: A call to action for creative minds to not only record history but to also write our future. As it’s no big secret our Nation, as a whole, has slipped away from culture and fell into consumerism. We lost that balance that holds democratic civilizations afloat. Culture is as important to this world as is oil. Without creative minds we lay stagnate in our past accomplishments but mostly our mistakes. Without different… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on January 10, 2009 at 5:51pm —
Many years ago, I had thought what an amazing thing technology was. It was ever moving always improving, and solving problems. My thoughts drifted to the next resting stop in entertainment. I wondered how they were going to get the media to us. Like Video killing the radio star. Computer killed the video star, even thought it is not dead yet, TV. is ,as we know it, heading out.. As a matter of facts, communication as we know it is out the window.
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on December 27, 2008 at 7:00am —
Bitterly chomping down to the bone, my god man, don’t you have pity? You horrible bastard, forsaken son of her majesty. She flung onto us you’re misery, through cosmetic actions your born, chaotically mixed with deviant precision; violence rapped in a northern storm. Joyous I wonder, are you full of glee? Does your raise of terror give you pleasure? Do these deeds please your mother?
On the twilight of the year you arrive with your silent death, little seen nor heard just your… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on December 8, 2008 at 6:00pm —
On the eve of Change.
At last, At last. At long last! Finally the people of this Great Nation are coming to bare wittiness to the unadulterated power we gave away to the few. Realizing this power has imposed a pain filled blow to the whole of our land. We have begun to awake, shaking off the drunken haziness like a bad dream that haunts our thoughts. The clear images of our selfishness have come to be realized. Now in this monumental storm we decide to fight and righteously so! We… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on November 17, 2008 at 11:30pm —
To Whom It May Concern, those in the dark dead of night, acting with the care and honor of an American soldier standing hard and right… To those dug in -waiting for the command to defend, holding tight the dreams of a Nation faced with fanatical nightmares, you fight. Far from your bed, void of those comforts you protect unselfishly. You are our hero’s fighting for this Flag, protecting our beliefs from the tyranny of another. We thank you. To all those that walked in the shadow of death… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on November 11, 2008 at 4:06am —
“Change by other means.”
I love people, I love change, and as I mix these two important ingredients together I hear the most amazing stories. I headed to the local nation of Wal-Mart to stock my cold room for the winter and ran face first into a woman that changed history. As I stood waiting for the wife searching for fabric to make her famous bag keepers, I noticed an older lady short in height, gray in hair, gentle in nature. I watched her and listened to her talk about when she… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on November 3, 2008 at 2:00am —
My sweet china doll, my extraordinary dream, my amazing love , you, softly rapped in a beautiful soft brown sheen.
The passion of my heart, the reason for my thoughts, you are my one true queen. Without you my mind would surely fail heart black and thick, my dreams dark and pointless, lost without you in worship.
You’re purr of approval is my destination your soft brown eyes give me clues to its direction, finding that love in your glance is my primal… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on November 3, 2008 at 2:00am —
A few years back, I decided I had to end my life as a uneducated ignorant man. I placed education on the top of my list, something that I never did in my life. I noticed I was a dumb-ass country boy with everyone around me wise and far more educated. I was left out of many things and was laughed at more often then I liked. My Wife is a genius my sons Genius! I had to keep up or be left behind… I had volumes to say but was unable to do so, because I thought being educated was in a sense… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on September 4, 2008 at 7:36pm —
“ A small town music buff.
I can’t tell you were it started or even when , it may have been the heart thumping beat of Grand Master flash, or My dads Honky tonk blasting loudly or even the trumpets of George Betters as he tooted a few tunes as the sun went down sitting there on his stoop here in Connellsville. What ever it was I was hooked, nothing like it has pleased or consoled me more then the music of the “streets.” Growing up in a small town with a very small amount of… Continue
Added by CWR (Fan of Culture) on May 13, 2008 at 6:21am —