Sketchy Things

Benjamin Campbell - 20 years old, Yorkshire born and bred, somehow ended up in Oxford. Writes a ridiculous amount of prose and poetry and some of it is almost good. Lives in this cluttered tumblr page amongst a variety of words, pictures and sounds, and occasionally makes sense of it all. Seeking like-minded individuals to add and remove clutter and perhaps stay for tea. I also write poetry on request for free! ------------------------------------ Creative Commons Licence
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"I nominate Mona Lisa and the Girl with the Pearl Earring." [via]

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"I nominate Mona Lisa and the Girl with the Pearl Earring." [via]

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Magical Paths Begging To Be Walked

Roads and paths pervade our literature, poetry, artwork, linguistic expressions and music. Even photographers can’t keep their eyes (and lenses) off of a beautiful road or path, which is why we collected this list of 28 amazing photos of paths.

Paths like these have a powerful grip on the human imagination – they can bring adventure, promise and change or solitude, peace and calm. There’s nothing like a walk down a beautiful path to clear your head – or to fill it with ideas!

I’ll leave you with an excellent quote from J. R. R. Tolkien’s works while you enjoy these images; “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.

  1. Autumn In The White Carpathians
  2. Rhododendron Laden Path, Mount Rogers, Virginia, USA
  3. Spring In Hallerbos Forest, Belgium
  4. Autumn Path In Kyoto, Japan 
  5. Autumn Path
  6. Bamboo Path In Kyoto, Japan
  7. Hitachi Seaside Park Path In Japan
  8. Dark Hedges In Ireland
  9. Winter Forest Path, Czech Republic
  10. Path Under Blooming Trees In Spring

(Source: asylum-art, via pen-names)

5/8/2014 - Fame
I’m trying to separate the word ‘fame’ from the explosion of song I think of every time it pops into my head. It’s hard to clearly consider a word so steeped in sonal associations -  it messes with your rhymth, and disrupts all attempt at meaningful poetry. ———————————————————— I knew a famous poet once. To be honest, he was a bit of a dunce. Famous poetry doesn’t need rhythm, or metaphors that make you howl, or images that reawaken the long-lost parts of your soul - famous poetry just needs a good agent. Whatever will happen to these lines when I release them from the page, I hope Fame doesn’t find them. Like her sister Fortune, she is a fickle mistress. ———————————————————— I came to the Big Apple to seek fame and fortune, but all I got was a Statue of Liberty fridge magnet (for the fridge I don’t have). Is this the American Dream so many people are sleeping for?
                    - Benjamin Campbell
4/8/2014 - Spike
Looking down on you in that hospital bed I’m gripped by a newfound desire to win - I roll the dice and play my cards anew, hoping to place your life back in my hands. We play for hours, this cloaked figure and I, with no end in sight, until an abrupt flush finishes the game. Your vitals spike and your soul is gone. No time for remorse, I move to the next bed, and we shuffle the deck. ———————————————————— Spike the dog attacked a log because it seemed a snake - he found a bog and (due to fog) fell in an icy lake. A crazy hog had too much grog and tried to bake a cake - he found the dog, gave him a prod, and they ate a school of hake. “Now, what’s the point of all this nonsense?” It’s just to prove I’ve got a conscience. ———————————————————— Jonny made a trap from spikes and mocked the Emerald City. An eagle - flightless, tragic, oxymoronic - dives and swoops without wings. Such a sight: those spikes. Blunted, as though child-proofed, as though feeling unnatural in their own wooden skin… Jonny Ungood, human unkind, and Tennyson turns in his grave.
                     - Benjamin Campbell