Whispering Images

Looking from my window at the beautiful world

And I see the blue sky and the bright sun

And I hear the sounds of birds and sweet songs of birds.

Looking from the window at the life full of

And I imagine stories and adventures and dreams

And I try to smile for hope and joy and happiness

Igor Marynowski: poetry and ai art illustration

Poem about person who looks from the Window

Looking From my Window

Visual Maintenance System™

Visual Management System leverages new and existing protocols to regularly drip visual materials - serving as a conduit for play and inspiration.

Visual Maintenance 003

Poésie Grand débutant

Un titre doit tout promettre et Poésie Grand Débutant n'échappe pas à cette règle. De la poésie pour celles et ceux qui n'en lisent pas, qui ne la comprennent pas, qui s'en sentent même parfois exclus. Et Grand Débutant parce que vivre c'est déjà connaître son poème. Avec cette newsletter, je te propose juste de la poésie pour mettre des mots sur ta vie. 

Le poème de la semaine n’est pas un très beau poème. C’est un poème qui dit que nous sommes le poème. Enfin, ce n’est pas lui qui le dit, mais plutôt l’effet qu’il produit quand on le lit. Lu à voix haute, lentement, en cherchant les mots comme des œufs à Pâques, il nous transforme, nous élargit même.

Nous étions ce reste de fin de semaine : les enfants, l’upload impossible de cette facture sur la plateforme sécurisée, le chat qui a encore des puces, le client en retard, le prestataire qui n’a pas compris la demande. Et voilà que la lecture parlée (à voix haute ou basse, qu’importe) dissout ce sentiment d’appartenance aux frictions du quotidien. Petit à petit l’horizon se dessine, s’accroît. Notre ego tombe comme une vieille peau.

Nous nous retrouvons lézard neuf au soleil et ça tombe bien, car nous sommes en week-end. 

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Je ne vois plus le soleil ni l’eau ni l’herbe m’étant emprisonné où nul matin n’a de domaine si dans le cube pur de la nuit je distingue d’autres branchages que sur l’arche des pensées je les chasse je les cache

n’ont de place que les lampes la division du clair au sombre au devant de moi coupant le visible le peu de monde matériellement étendu à plat où devant moi accessible partout à mes mains

car tous objets d’ici disparus j’ai suscité soleil pour soleil eau pour eau j’ai fait traverser des monceaux d’opaque à des soleillements d’ailleurs o soleils en qui j’ai confiance 

à quel point vous êtes moi je peux vous montrer à tous dire couleur des bois orange dire rouge et être cru soleils réveillés sur ma langue soleils alentour-averses

L’anecdote te permet d’aller plus loin, mais pas plus que les pieds du poète qui chausse du 41.

Une poésie par semaine dans ta boite mail

#POGD 21 Week happy end

The Write3 Newsletter

I sit at the intersection of writing & web3.  A space I call Write3.  Each week, I deliver 1 tip for writers, 1 Write3 opportunity & 1 literary NFT worth collecting. 

A question I often receive: "What's the difference between Mirror and Paragraph".  I'm working on a long-form piece that explores the similarities and differences in depth, I'd like give you a quick overview for today's newsletter:

 - Is like a web3 Substack.  It excels in offering users a great newsletter platform, while also offering web3 tools.  Highlights include: 

 - Is like a web3 Medium.  It excels in offering users a blogging platform that turns your writing into NFTs.  Highlights include: 

• Web3 Brand Awareness (companies like Optimism, Coinbase and Zerion use the platform)

• Embed & Mint NFTs Directly In Your Post 

Both platforms enable the creation of writing NFTs on Layer 2 blockchains - with Paragraph operating on Polygon and Mirror on Optimism. This feature makes the process of acquiring NFTs cost-effective and efficient, aspects I've discovered to be crucial in the creation and selling process.

I love both platforms and will continue to create and explore on each!

I want to bring your attention to a writing contest being hosted by Temple, my go-to Tezos wallet. This contest is particularly exciting because it's for the writing NFT platform, FxText, which I love. I don't discuss FxText frequently, but it stands as a strong competitor alongside platforms like Mirror and Paragraph, especially considering how it utilizes the cheap & efficient Tezos blockchain.

I receive numerous invitations to participate in various writing contests and contribution platforms. However, it's rare for me to accept these offers. This contest by FxText is an exception. Why? Because I genuinely appreciate FxHash, the parent company of FxText, and I'm passionate about writing NFTs. Without a doubt, I'll be participating in this contest!

If you'd like to enter as well, join us in the 

, I'll be creating a sub-server dedicated to the contest.  Learn more here 👇🏻

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Are you a writer in the @tezos community?

 Here's your chance to win awesome prizes!  

Temple Wallet × @fx_hash_  are proud to launch Web3 Writers, an article contest with the following rules: 👇 https://t.co/q6CwbZh0Zb

3. A Literary NFT Worth Collecting - FxHash Poetry NFTs

Speaking of FxHash, several of my favorite literary NFTs were created on that platform.  A few of my favorites:

 - Sasha Stiles & Nathaniel Stern - Fun fact:  The audio of my Binary Ode was the intro/outro track for Write3 Podcast.

**Reminder:  Collectors of today's newsletter will mint this piece of Write3 art.  Thank you for your support of my writing. It's patrons like you who allow me to continue doing what I love! Happy Collecting! 

For more Write3 content, be sure to check out my socials -->> 

Interested in sponsoring the Write3 Newsletter?  Email me at 

Plus, answers to a common web3 publishing question

Enter A Writing Contest

He passes by the fish and the coral reefs

He approaches it with curiosity and delight

For it is inhabited by a friendly creature

And learns more about its way of living. 

The creature shows him its glittering gold castle

He sees in it treasures beyond count or measure

Is that he saw in the middle of the castle

A beautiful woman like the moon on a full night

Clothed modestly and beautifully from her head to her feet.

Her eyes were shining like stars in the sky

He asked her who she was and what her story was

She answered him with a soft and sweet voice

She is the daughter of the great king of the seas

But one day her father passed away peacefully

And she chose to live with this friendly creature

She asked him to stay with them for a while

And to share with them his experience of life.

And he decided to stay with them for a while

And he enjoyed their company and hospitality

He learned more about the sea and its secrets

And he taught them about the land and its wonders

He became friends with the friendly creature

But one day the diver realized his true feelings

He told her his intention with a sincere heart

And he asked her to be his wife and partner.

The woman accepted with joy and gratitude

They asked the friendly creature to bless their union

And they celebrated with the sea and its inhabitants.

And they kissed with passion and tenderness.

They lived happily as husband and wife in harmony and peace

And they never forgot their origin or their destiny

They were grateful for their fate and their blessings.

But one day the diver remembered his family

And he decided to visit them with his wife.

He told her his decision with a gentle voice

And he asked her to come with him to the land

And he promised her a warm welcome from his people.

For she wanted to see his world and his family

They asked the friendly creature to take care of their home

They packed their belongings and treasures

And they said goodbye to the sea and its inhabitants.

They were amazed by the sight and the light

And they felt a new sensation in their hearts

They reached the shore where the diver's family was waiting

And they greeted them with respect and affection

They introduced themselves as his wife from the sea

And they asked them to welcome her warmly

The diver's family was surprised and delighted

They invited them to their home and their village

And they offered them their hospitality and friendship.

The pearl diver returned to his house near the sea

With his beautiful wife from the  underwater world

They entered his village of pearl traders

 the diver continued his usual style of living 

Fantasy poem

Beloved of the Pearl Diver

Quatre mots. Il a suffi à Louise Labé (1524 - 1566) de quatre mots dans un titre pour soumettre la vie et la restituer intacte cinq siècles plus tard. À la manière d’un guerrier Jivaro, la voilà qui réduit la vie comme une tête n’en gardant que les sucs. Une tête sidérante. Celle de notre vie, ni coiffée ni maquillée. La vie vraie. Je défis quiconque de lire les vers qui suivent et de m’écrire en retour « Non, ce n’est pas moi dans ce miroir ». 

À l’heure des psychologues, du développement personnel, des coachs, de l’ASMR, Louise nous renvoie un constat sans appel. L’ascenseur émotionnel de la vie affiche un panneau de commande sans bouton. Il dessert tous les étages. Du Palace étoilé au taudis du marchand de sommeil en passant par la maison de ville et chambre de bonne. Tout y est ; et pas forcément dans l’ordre. 

Lire ce poème, c’est entendre sa vie à voix haute. La vrai, pas la petite musique d’ascenseur que nous susurre la société avec ses injonctions et solutions monétisées. 

Dérouler la poésie comme le bruit du pas de l’escalier de l’être aimé. 

Je vis, je meurs ; je me brûle et me noie ;

J’ai chaud extrême en endurant froidure :

La vie m’est et trop molle et trop dure.

J’ai grands ennuis entremêlés de joie.

Et en plaisir maint grief tourment j’endure ;

Mon bien s’en va, et à jamais il dure ;

Et, quand je pense avoir plus de douleur,

Sans y penser je me trouve hors de peine.

Puis, quand je crois ma joie être certaine,

Louise Labé, œuvre poétiques, éditions Gallimard

#POGD 20 Peine d'ascenseur

NFOLIO MAGAZINE

Curating the world one image/sound at a time

Hello there and I would like to say a special hello to an old friend of mine who has just signed up for the newsletter and today you’re in for a treat. I’ve got back into photography recently after a short break and have decided to curate more of the world around me one photo at a time, especially for this community “Urban fabric”, where I get into the nitty gritty of what makes a town or city the place it is. The fabric of a place as I like to think of it, the bricks and mortar, the people that keep it ticking.

Tell you what I’ve been having a lot of fun shooting with the little Ricoh GR3x this week whilst in Madeira, I absolutely love it. I even feel comfortable taking photos of people with it, they seem a lot more accommodating too. Technically the lens is lovely, crisp, faithful colours, I am doing less editing with my photos. I have been shooting with RAW and Positive Film JPEG mode and straight off the camera, as with today’s photo, no tweaks at all. Now that is lovely.

My rucksack is smaller this trip as I’ve left my Sony system at home, bringing the Ricoh and the Insta360 x3 (more on that another time, another post, spoiler, its great too).

I will be putting these images up as NFTs at some point but as ever, you can collect these posts as NFTs, which helps fund my projects, for which I am very thankful for any support.

The 14th May seems like a good time to start a kind of 365 but I won’t make a new image each day, these will a mix of old and new

1/365 - Funchal, signs, windows and balconies

Rien ne marche. Il y a des jours, des semaines où rien ne semble fonctionner. Travail, amour, patrie, tout semble nous abandonner. Et plus nous mettons du cœur à l’ouvrage, plus nous avons l’impression d’être un hamster qui tourne sa roue à l’infini (ndlr* 

Aucun animal n’a été maltraité lors de la rédaction de cette newsletter

Alors naît la honte, ce sentiment social d’infériorisation que décrit si bien le romancier Didier Éribon dans l’édition du 10 mai de la Grande librairie sur France 5. Le sentiment de ne pas être à la bonne place. 

Oui, mais la poésie dans tout ça ? Justement, il n’y a pas plus libératrice et opérationnelle que la poésie dans ces moments-là. En quelques mots, le poème te décrit tes symptômes, tes doutes, tes peurs, ta colère. En praticienne expérimentée, elle décrit, analyse, diagnostique. Un peu comme le romancier ou l’écrivaine. 

Mais là où la littérature prescrit, la poésie opère. Telle une ostéopathe, elle manipule pour réaligner. Un petit poème, une bonne claque sur l’épaule et on ressort ragaillardis. La poésie nous rend moins durs et moins coupables. Elle redonne ses ailes d’ange à notre humanité.

Pense à tes grimaces de fou entre tes murs  

à ta passion d’enfant puni pour le rien faire  

à la honte de ton nom la honte de parler  

à tes hurlements de rage en direction du monde  

à tes longs pets les soirs de contrariété  

au désespoir de jamais réussir à être toi  

à tous ces ratés queue en main bel étonné  

aux hommes évalués d’un sale œil tout rancune  

à ton envie quelquefois de mordre en pleine chair  

à tes sursauts de peur au moindre bruit dans le silence  

à tes adieux de lâche aux femmes abandonnées  

à tes injures en secret vers les contradicteurs  

aux bestioles massacrées à tes coups de pied au chien  

à tes stations devant la glace en murmurant pauvre con  

alors doucement avec l’ange hein doucement

Ludovic Janvier,  La mer à boire, Poésie Gallimard

#POGD 19 Not guilty

Merci de suivre scrupuleusement le mode d'emploi. 

Remue tes lèvres. Fais-le comme un exercice de gymnastique. Oh ah oh ah oh ah hi, oh ah oh ah oh ah hi. Fais des séries, exactement comme pour tes biceps à la salle. L’objectif est que tu lises le poème de la semaine avec ton corps. Envois ton cerveau en zone A, B ou C qu’importe, mais envoie le en vacances ! 

Laisse le poème s’emparer de ton corps, lis-le à voix haute ou basse, mais lis-le de manière à ce que tes lèvres bougent et que ta poitrine se soulève. Ton corps va trouver de lui-même son rythme. Il inscrira chaque mot dans ta chair, à la lettre près. Les mots seront alors semblables à l’air et toi tu seras comme un nouveau-né : tu crieras.

Avant de t’affaisser sur la poitrine du monde, nourris au lien qui t’arrache au néant.

néant le peigne hypothétique de mon signe nominal

il peigne il saigne il chevauche jour et nuit la belle chevelure télépathique déchaînée sur le nom fatal sur le nom ovale de

dans l’océan du vertige de l’éclair du cheval

#POGD 18 Renaître 

Memoirs of 696.eth

696 - Writing about What Matters: Life, Web3, Ethereum, Crypto, NFTs, ENS

Before getting into NFTs they made no sense to me. It wasn't helping that most mainstream NFTs are pictures. Why are they worth anything?? Why aren't these JPEGs worthless??!

Well, after I got my neat lion, I started questioning my perspective. It meant something to me and had value. If I was wrong before, I might be wrong about other NFTs too, so I started questioning my beliefs. Now, when it comes to value, most NFT degens will give you this set of answers when you ask them why NFTs are worth something. This list includes:

Lots of people say they buy some specific NFTs for art. But it's clearly not the case when they are planning to resell them. And some of that art is so subpar that it's so questionable. While no one is bound to get NFTs only for art, there's only a few people that I have noticed that do get nice NFTs for art. Most other people who get NFTs for art do so to support friends or because they enjoy more of that personal art work. But you ain't fooling me if you are paying $100k for some ugly monkey, imo, and saying it's just for the art.

Usually, there are lots of things mixed into this category. Basically, 

that will add a checkmark to XYZ project offering something extra. Some examples: alpha calls, news, some extra picture NFT, some shitty web games, etc.

This is such a valid reason, and I still feel like it's vastly undervalued. Through my experiences, I've only found a handful of communities that are really worth having an NFT just for the community, and that's wayyy more than enough. Unfortunately, many projects, whether consciously or unconsciously, mix utility into them, like promising some events or creating some perks to create a community, but they do not seem as strong.

This is where passive income and staking, and all other utilities technically fall into too. However, when it comes to art, some expensive collections might be good investments, but that does not mean that everyone is getting into them to make a profit. Unfortunately, lots of actually valuable NFTs are going to suffer from the vastness of pump and dumps and a variety of cashgrabs.

Overall, the majority of the space is still immature. And if you read my 

, you'd probably guess that some crucial points apply to NFTs and their value. Fundamentals?? Never heard of them!! Whatever attention is on, it's your current flava of the week, and it's pumping! The more you try to use logic - the more likely you are to fail to make sense of that!

Where great art is more noticed and rewarded.

Where friends' art is more accessible through solid Layer 2's.

Where utilities are actually useful and not so 'placeholder empty promises," while in reality no one cares about those

Where communities are built and fostered before being mixed with a financial component.

And investments. Well, I'm just hoping there are better UIs, more tools, safeguards for new users, and more people who are in the space for something more than just pump and dump projects.