OPEN THREAD TO MICHAEL JACKSON HIMSELF

[lettingitsimmer]

Happy Holidays to all of you :bearhug: :bearhug: :bearhug:

Hi Miss G!
Hi Adi!

And the same to you, and all!  :icon_e_smile:       
L.O.V.E x

 :bearhug:           :bearhug:           :bearhug:                                 

[mjj4ever777]

Just dropping off some Inspiration and LOVE for all of you!!

Fear Vs. LOVE...The choice is ALWAYS "ours" to make!











I LOVE you all!!  :bearhug:

[lettingitsimmer]

Just dropping off some Inspiration and LOVE for all of you!!

Fear Vs. LOVE...The choice is ALWAYS "ours" to make!











I LOVE you all!!  :bearhug:

Hi mjj4ever777! So inspiring! :icon_idea: Lots of uplifting, healing, wisdoms..Thank you  so much  :icon_e_smile:       

Let's "Keep Trying".. to  "Make that Change" within.. for Michael, and all.
 
..for lives of Love, Joy, and Peace.. 
 
..and to help to Heal the World!                                                                       :bearhug:

L.O.V.E. Light and Peace to you and to all!x

[shorty]

I have to thank you, simm.

I wish my family here a very lovely
and peaceful Christmas.
Pleace at all, give every day love
to the world, not only on
Christmas. We all can give
a piece from our love back to
the world. everyday...

love you all so much
thank you
shorty

[blankie]

L.O.V.E. you all my dearest hoax family... You are for me most important.
Thanks for these days UNITED IN L.O.V.E.

L.O.V.E. you Mike, every day more.


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year !!


                     

[lettingitsimmer]

I have to thank you, simm.

I wish my family here a very lovely
and peaceful Christmas.
Pleace at all, give every day love
to the world, not only on
Christmas. We all can give
a piece from our love back to
the world. everyday...

love you all so much
thank you
shorty

Thank you shorty.. that is so true.. Not only at Christmas.. every day of the year!   :bearhug:
L.O.V.E. x               

[lettingitsimmer]

L.O.V.E. you all my dearest hoax family... You are for me most important.
Thanks for these days UNITED IN L.O.V.E.

L.O.V.E. you Mike, every day more.


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year !!


                     

Hi blankie!  Love you more!  :icon_e_smile:
Have a lovely Christmas and a Happy New Year too!             

L.O.V.E. x                                 :bearhug:

[lettingitsimmer]

 Wishing Michael .. and ALL !!!!   :icon_e_smile:

LOVE 

GOOD HEALTH
 
FRIENDSHIPS
 
JOY

PEACE


LIGHT


With L.O.V.E. TO ALL..  at this time, and forever . X  :icon_exclaim:                   :bearhug:

 
Thank you all so much for your lovely comments, and videos and pictures etc ..
You are( as I have always said!) simply amazing,loving , caring people..
I hope we can continue to welcome new posters,
and continue to share more Love and Positivity in 2013,
for Michael, and for all.x
   
 

                         

[skyways]

Wishing Michael .. and ALL !!!!   :icon_e_smile:

LOVE 

GOOD HEALTH
 
FRIENDSHIPS
 
JOY

PEACE


LIGHT


With L.O.V.E. TO ALL..  at this time, and forever . X  :icon_exclaim:                   :bearhug:

 
Thank you all so much for your lovely comments, and videos and pictures etc ..
You are( as I have always said!) simply amazing,loving , caring people..
I hope we can continue to welcome new posters,
and continue to share more Love and Positivity in 2013,
for Michael, and for all.x
   
 

                       

THANK YOU MY DEAR!@ u are jewel on this forum, one of a kind with ur Kindness<3

THAT ONE IS 4U AND 4ALL WITH WISHING BLISSFUL CHRISTMAS EVE AND HAPPIEST NEW YEAR EVER!!

FULL OF LOVE AND COMPASSION ON OUR HEARTS.

[skyways]

Its feels, as Ashbery have to back on track to fulfill his promises...




And, here,  some our bliss and confusions should be answered accordingly<3


''Tomorrow is easy, but today is uncharted,
Desolate, reluctant as any landscape
To yield what are laws of perspective
After all only to the painter's deep
Mistrust, a weak instrument though
Necessary.

 Of course some things
Are possible, it knows, but it doesn't know
Which ones.
Some day we will try
To do as many things as are possible
And perhaps we shall succeed at a handful
Of them, but this will not have anything
To do with what is promised today, our
Landscape sweeping out from us to disappear
On the horizon.
 
Today enough of a cover burnishes
To keep the supposition of promises together
In one piece of surface, letting one ramble
Back home from them so that these
Even stronger possibilities can remain
Whole without being tested.
 
Actually
The skin of the bubble-chamber's as tough as
Reptile eggs; everything gets "programmed" there
In due course: more keeps getting included
Without adding to the sum, and just as one
Gets accustomed to a noise that
Kept one awake but now no longer does,
So the room contains this flow like an hourglass
Without varying in climate or quality
(Except perhaps to brighten bleakly and almost
Invisibly, in a focus sharpening toward death--more
Of this later).
 
What should be the vacuum of a dream
Becomes continually replete as the source of dreams
Is being tapped so that this one dream
May wax, flourish like a cabbage rose,
Defying sumptuary laws, leaving us
To awake and try to begin living in what
Has now become a slum.

Sydney Freedberg in his
Parmigianino says of it: "Realism in this portrait
No longer produces and objective truth, but a bizarria . . . .
However its distortion does not create
A feeling of disharmony . . . . The forms retain
A strong measure of ideal beauty," because
Fed by our dreams, so inconsequential until one day
We notice the hole they left.

 Now their importance
If not their meaning is plain.
 They were to nourish
A dream which includes them all, as they are
Finally reversed in the accumulating mirror.
They seemed strange because we couldn't actually see them.
And we realize this only at a point where they lapse
Like a wave breaking on a rock, giving up
Its shape in a gesture which expresses that shape.
The forms retain a strong measure of ideal beauty
As they forage in secret on our idea of distortion.

Why be unhappy with this arrangement, since
Dreams prolong us as they are absorbed?
Something like living occurs, a movement
Out of the dream into its codification.""

[lettingitsimmer]

Wishing Michael .. and ALL !!!!   :icon_e_smile:

LOVE 

GOOD HEALTH
 
FRIENDSHIPS
 
JOY

PEACE


LIGHT


With L.O.V.E. TO ALL..  at this time, and forever . X  :icon_exclaim:                   :bearhug:

 
Thank you all so much for your lovely comments, and videos and pictures etc ..
You are( as I have always said!) simply amazing,loving , caring people..
I hope we can continue to welcome new posters,
and continue to share more Love and Positivity in 2013,
for Michael, and for all.x
   
 

                       

THANK YOU MY DEAR!@ u are jewel on this forum, one of a kind with ur Kindness<3

THAT ONE IS 4U AND 4ALL WITH WISHING BLISSFUL CHRISTMAS EVE AND HAPPIEST NEW YEAR EVER!!

FULL OF LOVE AND COMPASSION ON OUR HEARTS.

Hi skyways!

Love to you.. and thank you for posting this lovely photo of Michael. 
               
I hope you have a lovely Christmas and a wonderful, positive New Year too!  :icon_e_smile:                     :bearhug:

L.O.V.E. x

[skyways]

And finally, a ChristmasFinalle<3)

Enjoy, my Family,  :bearhug:

 works of Genius, who AllWays looking ahead of TIME!   :th_bravo:




''..As I start to forget it
It presents its stereotype again
But it is an unfamiliar stereotype, the face
Riding at anchor, issued from hazards, soon
To accost others, "rather angel than man" (Vasari).

Perhaps an angel looks like everything
We have forgotten, I mean forgotten
Things that don't seem familiar when
We meet them again, lost beyond telling,
Which were ours once.

 This would be the point
Of invading the privacy of this man who
"Dabbled in alchemy, but whose wish
Here was not to examine the subtleties of art
In a detached, scientific spirit: he wished through them
To impart the sense of novelty and amazement to the spectator"
(Freedberg).
Later portraits such as the Uffizi
"Gentleman," the Borghese "Young Prelate" and
The Naples "Antea" issue from Mannerist
Tensions, but here, as Freedberg points out,
The surprise, the tension are in the concept
Rather than its realization.

The consonance of the High Renaissance
Is present, though distorted by the mirror.
What is novel is the extreme care in rendering
The velleities of the rounded reflecting surface
(It is the first mirror portrait),
So that you could be fooled for a moment
Before you realize the reflection
Isn't yours.

 You feel then like one of those
Hoffmann characters who have been deprived
Of a reflection, except that the whole of me
Is seen to be supplanted by the strict
Otherness of the painter in his
Other room.

We have surprised him
At work, but no, he has surprised us
As he works.
 The picture is almost finished,
The surprise almost over, as when one looks out,
Startled by a snowfall which even now is
Ending in specks and sparkles of snow.

It happened while you were inside, asleep,
And there is no reason why you should have
Been awake for it, except that the day
Is ending and it will be hard for you
To get to sleep tonight, at least until late.""



 :moonwalk_:   :bowdown:

[lettingitsimmer]

Its feels, as Ashbery have to back on track to fulfill his promises...




And, here,  some our bliss and confusions should be answered accordingly<3


''Tomorrow is easy, but today is uncharted,
Desolate, reluctant as any landscape
To yield what are laws of perspective
After all only to the painter's deep
Mistrust, a weak instrument though
Necessary.
 Of course some things
Are possible, it knows, but it doesn't know
Which ones. Some day we will try
To do as many things as are possible
And perhaps we shall succeed at a handful
Of them, but this will not have anything
To do with what is promised today, our
Landscape sweeping out from us to disappear
On the horizon.
 Today enough of a cover burnishes
To keep the supposition of promises together
In one piece of surface, letting one ramble
Back home from them so that these
Even stronger possibilities can remain
Whole without being tested.
 Actually
The skin of the bubble-chamber's as tough as
Reptile eggs; everything gets "programmed" there
In due course: more keeps getting included
Without adding to the sum, and just as one
Gets accustomed to a noise that
Kept one awake but now no longer does,
So the room contains this flow like an hourglass
Without varying in climate or quality
(Except perhaps to brighten bleakly and almost
Invisibly, in a focus sharpening toward death--more
Of this later).
 What should be the vacuum of a dream
Becomes continually replete as the source of dreams
Is being tapped so that this one dream
May wax, flourish like a cabbage rose,
Defying sumptuary laws, leaving us
To awake and try to begin living in what
Has now become a slum.
Sydney Freedberg in his
Parmigianino says of it: "Realism in this portrait
No longer produces and objective truth, but a bizarria . . . .
However its distortion does not create
A feeling of disharmony . . . . The forms retain
A strong measure of ideal beauty," because
Fed by our dreams, so inconsequential until one day
We notice the hole they left.
 Now their importance
If not their meaning is plain. They were to nourish
A dream which includes them all, as they are
Finally reversed in the accumulating mirror.
They seemed strange because we couldn't actually see them.
And we realize this only at a point where they lapse
Like a wave breaking on a rock, giving up
Its shape in a gesture which expresses that shape.
The forms retain a strong measure of ideal beauty
As they forage in secret on our idea of distortion.

Why be unhappy with this arrangement, since
Dreams prolong us as they are absorbed?
Something like living occurs, a movement
Out of the dream into its codification.""

Hi skyways..

Many of life's/art's/dreams/mysteries to ponder here.. :icon_idea: Thank you skyways!
 :compute:   L.O.V.E. x

                       

[skyways]

Hi skyways..

Many of life's/art's/dreams/mysteries to ponder here..  Thank you skyways!
    L.O.V.E. x

                       

God Bless you, dear Simmer, for such lovely space, that evokes sooo many reflections and dreams within our mind and souls and in support of our dearest Master! :bearhug:

Surely i sending u Love and Prosperity on upcoming Christmas and whole year ahead!

Thank you Dear, for your endless dedication and LOVE here and for Michael :icon_e_smile: :bearhug: :beerchug:

[lettingitsimmer]

And finally, a ChristmasFinalle<3)

Enjoy, my Family,  :bearhug:

 works of Genius, who AllWays looking ahead of TIME!   :th_bravo:




''..As I start to forget it
It presents its stereotype again
But it is an unfamiliar stereotype, the face
Riding at anchor, issued from hazards, soon
To accost others, "rather angel than man" (Vasari).

Perhaps an angel looks like everything
We have forgotten, I mean forgotten
Things that don't seem familiar when
We meet them again, lost beyond telling,
Which were ours once.

 This would be the point
Of invading the privacy of this man who
"Dabbled in alchemy, but whose wish
Here was not to examine the subtleties of art
In a detached, scientific spirit: he wished through them
To impart the sense of novelty and amazement to the spectator"
(Freedberg).
Later portraits such as the Uffizi
"Gentleman," the Borghese "Young Prelate" and
The Naples "Antea" issue from Mannerist
Tensions, but here, as Freedberg points out,
The surprise, the tension are in the concept
Rather than its realization.

The consonance of the High Renaissance
Is present, though distorted by the mirror.
What is novel is the extreme care in rendering
The velleities of the rounded reflecting surface
(It is the first mirror portrait),
So that you could be fooled for a moment
Before you realize the reflection
Isn't yours.

 You feel then like one of those
Hoffmann characters who have been deprived
Of a reflection, except that the whole of me
Is seen to be supplanted by the strict
Otherness of the painter in his
Other room.

We have surprised him
At work, but no, he has surprised us
As he works.
 The picture is almost finished,
The surprise almost over, as when one looks out,
Startled by a snowfall which even now is
Ending in specks and sparkles of snow.

It happened while you were inside, asleep,
And there is no reason why you should have
Been awake for it, except that the day
Is ending and it will be hard for you
To get to sleep tonight, at least until late.""



 :moonwalk_:   :bowdown:

Illusion and reality merged seamlessly?   :icon_e_wink:               :compute:
L.O.V.E. x