Wednesday, December 9, 2009

In the Neighborhood

So, first I picked the above up off the ground - an inch-high Tinkerbell.

Yup, that should fix it

Then I saw both of the items above and went back for my camera.

In the Neighborhood by Tom Waits is a sort of musical gloss
on Shakespeare's "A poor thing, but mine own.".

16 comments:

Caio Fernandes said...

exist someone in this world that didn't fall in love with Tinkerbell ?
what a cool neighborhood !!

ArtSparker said...

Heh, you made a story - I thought that was what I did with YOUR work.

ger said...

Would feel better in mine with TW marching through it...

Totalfeckineejit said...

What a great find.I look on the beach everyday.Found a small sad looking worn material santa, presumably from last year, today.New stuff ever day, I'm always amazed at the stuff (a cash register yesterday and an ancient 20ft boat wreck but there are always ALWAYS shoes! shoes! shoes!

ArtSparker said...

TFe - sounds like Hans Christian Anderson missed an opportunity there...

Coffee Messiah said...

I enjoyed the randomness.....

You really have to search out here and usually nothing.

That's where chicago comes into play 4 us ; )

Titus said...

Tinkerbell obviously a good omen, but my heart's with the hole in the wall (or ex-window). Yup.

Ribbon said...

it's not where you look, but how you see :)

Wonderful!

best wishes
Ribbon

ArtSparker said...

Ger - the video is very Weimar Republic cabaret to me.

femminismo said...

What an interesting neighborhood. I don't think we have anything close, but for sure I'll keep my eyes open!

Celeste Bergin said...

a found tinkerbell..this is certainly a sign. Tinkerbell was the one who said "everything happens for a reason."

Cláudia said...

Thank you for the link. Tom Waits is kind of disturbing - in a good way, I mean!

I had a look at the lyrics of the music and guess what? It's always there, the timeless truth about life: things do change, but ... they stay the same. See: the construction work, delivery trucks and jackhammers cannot avoid the continuum reality that goes very well in those verses:

"Friday's a funeral
And Saturday's a bride".

Everything is so simple, really!

ArtSparker said...

Cláudia - When I was a child, I had a fantasy that if I somehow left the house early in the morning, possibly through the overgrown part of the neighbor's yard, I could continue past the fences and the streets to somewhere else.

Jasmine said...

Well you once asked what a bodge job was, I'd say thew 2nd picture is a very good example.

Cláudia said...

Susan, when I was a child I made a hole in my bedroom wall. I firmly believed there was a wonderful world waiting for me behind that particular wall.

Living in a rented apartment, my mother get very upset with my lack of control over my urges and made very clear to me that the only thing that was behind the wall was the bathroom...

lettuce said...

very cool finds, esp. the Tinkerbell