Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.



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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.

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Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts

Saturday, May 10, 2014

narcissist.


Look at them....posing like that. It's all about them. "Take my picture, Jeff...look how pretty I am!" Narcissists.

"Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed,..."

- excerpt from Walt Whitman's "Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun"


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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Siberian Iris in bloom @ Glen Mar.


It's June! Where did May go to?


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Saturday, May 5, 2012

lilacs.


Nothing, in my opinion, tops the smell of lilacs wafting through your home. Well...when they waft.


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Monday, April 4, 2011

"These I, Singing in Spring".


And twigs of maple, and a bunch of wild orange, and chestnut, And stems of currants, and plum-blows, and the aromatic cedar: These, I, compass'd around by a thick cloud of spirits, Wandering, point to, or touch as I pass, or throw them loosely from me, Indicating to each one what he shall have—giving something to each; But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve, I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I my- self am capable of loving.


Excerpt from "These I, Singing in Spring", by Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1867)


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Thursday, March 31, 2011

"away, boxelder!"



away, boxelder!
- you, annoying cockroach, you -
i'd step, but you stink



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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

a springy 42 degrees...

The plants are getting antsy in Greendale, Wisconsin.


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