Tag: Art

I Am Lapidary

“What matters is that the words be made to last— worthy of being written in henna on the limbs of a bride.” —Annabelle Mosele

“What matters is that the words be made to last—
worthy of being written in henna on the limbs of a bride.”
—Annabelle Mosele

lap·i·dar·y

adjective
1. (of language) engraved on or suitable for engraving on stone and therefore elegant and concise.
“a lapidary statement”
of or relating to stone and gems and the work involved in engraving, cutting, or polishing.
noun
1. a person who cuts, polishes, or engraves gems

ORIGIN

Middle English (as a noun): from Latin lapidarius (in late Latin ‘stonecutter’), from lapis, lapid ‘stone.’ The adjective dates from the early 18th century.

NEXT: a poem by Amma L. Liwil, (The Serendipity Point)

I AM LAPIDARY

To find out through serendipitous synchronicity,

the vital truth hidden since my birth that I am of a lapidary line.     Who knew….

I have always been strangely pulled toward the polished roundness of river rocks. The need to collect and then precisely inspect each and every pebble, gemstone,rock or petrified fossil form with an intent suited for the gold rush obsoletes. I have always been primed to smooth out and polish brightly, a shine that will attract the pupil of eyes to see a little bit of etched out missing bits of life lived invisibly so by all of those unknown….
unmarked….
little things…
They hold space between art and legends just so a slight maybe will be the chance of recovery and additional discovery of a past still lingering about the humid breath of the
giant living things.

STARPATH

“How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of “green”
― Stan Brakhag
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STARPATH 

 
glowworms upgraded
retiring vintage luminous yellow
introducing ultaviolets calmness  
sprayed on blue particles
for the afterglowing hours
follow newest commutes
streetlights no longer wired tight
in lines of electric taped entrapments
starpath now emits life and even 
sidewalks with neoplasm  technology
nano sized balls dusting with a sun
that carry pieces of starry dust
in their pockets and runs
ovate through their newest blood
in no need of replacements parts
to shine and illuminate the darkened half
leaving a portal open for nightly fondness
always a safely lite place to pass
welcome to the 21st century
with latest drivng maps 
no more night blindness 
to report as a certain Class
just cloud-like spatters infuzed 
with highly energized rays of captured blues
sun absorbant orbs plump-up
retaining dawn’s youth
 
 
*STARPATH is a real substance discovered in Oct. of 2013 that is projected to become the next abundantly used source of light for streets and sidewalks and parking lots. No electricity needed for this light source to work. For further info go to

Say When

My Animus' atlas

ART BY: Emiy D. Robbins, “My Animus’ Atlas’ 2014♠

“I have things in my head that are not like what anyone taught me — shapes and ideas so near to me,so natural to my way of being and thinking.” 
― Georgia O’Keeffe
Say When

I live life quietly
not so much awaiting a turn or
wanting a miracle
but more like the eternal
organs beat and push and scream
synchronizing a current that is
oddly as still as vastness engulfs
absorbance of high time 


I am not distinguished
or even close to any narcissist
of modern day nows
I would be the one laughed upon
looked down with a clever slanty eye
the one quietly obese with a heavy voice
not quite ready to pass the nasty
rags, pits, and muddy trenches
of the mastery of vocal cords
but plainly-painfully aware

nothing I have is worth possessing

that nothing I possess is of me
Yet I still have this secret
I have no idea to what means it reaches
nor do I know of it’s orgins
as I drift in a soften-spotted skull
asking if skipping legs 

just hit the awfully young

maybe even before time

but what I have come to graciously invite

is a moment when simplicity accepts

as dementia steals all motive and way
and it’s stuck in motion looking queer
lacking deeply under a thing not yet
and in that exact instantance
all collides and life chants a hymn
and dances in obsidian stained wells
just where those ‘five’ cannot scuff up
there fortunate life at my soul’s heels
so in this very exactness I can begin 

“We are anthill men upon an anthill world.”  Ray Bradbury

Tree of DreAMS and Lifes

ART BY Emily D. Robbins, “Tree of Dreams and Lifes”

2014♠

 

Life is for eac…

QUOTES ABOUT LIFE

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    ALife is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
  – – – Eugene O’Neill

Life is made up of marble and mud.
– – – Nathaniel Hawthorne

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“Now I am here – now read me – give me a name.”
― Carl Sandburg

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I was born to catch dragons in their dens

And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days.
– – – – James Kavanaugh “Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights”

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“You overrate my capacity of love.
I don’t posess half the warmth
 of nature you believe me to have.
An unprotected childhood in a cold world
has beaten gentleness out of me.”
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“People like to warn you that by
the time you reach the middle
of your life, passion will begin
to feel like a meal eaten long
ago, which you remember
with great tenderness.”
― Meg Wolitzer, The Uncoupling
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INGOTS OF SILVER

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….I dream of a lost vocabulary that might express some ofwhat we no longer can.  -Jack Gilbert, Refusing Heave

INGOTS OF SILVER


Burnt up calicoes
A mint troy ounce
Sheffield tarnished
to a sooty obsidian
deep film concealing
a hallmark shape
Vagueness blures
an infants rattler
into transmutations
of precious giggles
inside the limits
of my heads
a baby toy shines…

Quotes About Poetry and God

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QUOTES ABOUT POETRY AND GOD:

Son of man, can these bones live?
—Ezekiel, 37:3

 
“There used to be gods in everything
and now they’ve gone….”
— Howard Nemerov in “The Companions
 
“What use to learn the lessons taught by time
if a star at any time might tell us: Now.”
Howard Nemerov in “The Consent”
Poetry should… should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.  ~John Keats
The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.  ~Richard RosenIt is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.  ~Stephen Mallarme

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.  ~W.B. Yeats

Who can tell the dancer from the dance?  ~William Butler YeatsMost painters have painted themselves.  So have most poets: not so palpably indeed, but more assiduously.  Some have done nothing else.  ~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827

Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.  ~Thomas Babington MacaulayPoetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.  ~Salvatore Quasimodo

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas GrayHe lives the poetry that he cannot write.  The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.  ~Oscar Wilde

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.  ~Robert Frost

I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.  ~Robert Frost, 1935
A true poet does not bother to be poetical.  Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.  ~Jean Cocteau
I’ve written some poetry I don’t understand myself.  ~Carl SandburgThe poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.  ~Jean Cocteau

I was born to catch dragons in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days.
– – – – James Kavanaugh “Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights”
 
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
– – – -Mark Stran
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