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Friday, July 07, 2006

Comfortably Numb

decidousness of autumn leaves























Autumn leaves -- 40cm x 50 cm (Oil on canvas)
with glass and gold frame

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Concerto in Solo

Between the chaos-driven-man
And the
system-defined-world;
Lyrical asylums are revisited
And a litany of echoes then
Shadow the night’s trail
Until it trebles to yet

Another morrow’s path.




With but, his thought therein --
Voices, as always, whine their concerto.
Tendered by a series of
crescendos;
till cadenza, as so much so, begin.

In dissimilar degrees of timber,
The orchestra of the self and mind
Converse -- in glut -- an audible melee
Which, whose pitch, there lays:
A speech and another,
And another still,
And another ensemble,
Whose notes all denote:

True self is not its conductor!

For such -- a symphony --
Is but an obtrusive
obra;
Where scores of tonal undulation
Offer an inflection not all his own.

Inside the intimate chambers
Of once, his hollow mind,
There now, in attendance --
The players for his amusement,
Sharing bedlam among octaves;

Inner conflict within its amplifications --
Certain diverseness, seeking unification.

A seeming debate -- accompany sound bytes,
In a libretto of fragmented compositions.
While still, eavesdropping on gods and angels;
And that of what they
address,
And that of what they contest.

Whereby monologues share common juncture;
A medley of intransigence staging
their performance in random fashion:

The barren pleasures of pain in baritone,

The stagnancy of rhapsody in
staccato,

A lonesome being’s tenure in tenor,

Falseness of the world in
falsetto,

Altering faith and dogma in alto,

The sophistical refutations
Behind the search for
Meaning in soprano;

All, but offer a boisterous opus
With but the audience, really,
Is the tone deaf self
And the mind’s -- still
Unclaimed voice.

Amid the assonance, he is serenaded;
Though, it blares not, in basso profundo.
This soulful evocation, however,
Will -- in euphony -- be the song
He ached to always hear;
Notes he’ll breathe in
At every prospect.

Answers thus, will chant in chorus
When self is finally enlightened;
Then repertoire of the true state
Will demand an ovation,
For such, is a pronouncement
Meant for static listening.



But, for the soloist in constant mute,
The continuance of silence --
The interlude of noise --
will, for now, renounce an encore:

much to be
Awaited

And

much to be
Applauded.


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Clown's Anthem: Look What You've Done (JET)

Click here to watch the video (It's a great song, man!)

4 left the carnivale an epistle:

Blogger GEL so eloquently stated...

Hi there! :)

I can't remember if I visited you to thank you for coming to my site? I'm sorry I've been so busy with my art and writing careers that I've been blogging less but I do remember you name and just saw your comment under mine at "Blue Rogue's" blog.

I think you asked to link to me, for which I am flattered.
I am at this home so you will recognize me, but please note that I have a link up to my new website in the process of being designed. I hope you visit again. I adore meeting other artists and writers.

YOur profile description is well written and picques my interest.
This oil is lovely. I like closeup studies. Nature is one of my favorite subjects to paint and photograph.

July 29, 2006 1:03 PM

 
Blogger Hunter so eloquently stated...

the painting speaks to me; its as if it is inviting me to drown in my sadness; to let it course through every pore of my being until sadness and i are both spent. for as the light on the leaves tell me, joy is sure to follow...
i'm not schizo now, am i? :)

July 31, 2006 2:06 PM

 
Blogger Lothario Art so eloquently stated...

Silvermoon --

Hey,

To meet souls who share equal passion with mine, it's always been a welcomed pleasure. For it elevates my creative impotency,
as so, I hope in the exchange of inspirations, thoughts and what-nots; the experience be, as well, mutually gratifying to the kindred.

And take into warning:
This nocturne creature,
will hover under your Luna sky -- to yet again brave your shadows.

'Til then...


-----------------------------------
hunter ---

Appreciation, in itself, is an artform. The painting -- you said, conveyed an inviting discussion; a journey into the concept of opposites, where ultimately something good often yeilds from the supposed intervention.

Aaah, you're much of a curator than other people I know.
Your words are sublime!

( Schizo...if you are? Then chances are: you're not alone)
he, he...

*lol, and apologizes for the pun; I just got to squeeze that in*

August 04, 2006 5:15 PM

 
Anonymous belleloved so eloquently stated...

That was a funny comment. Hehe. The poem, The Not-Poet, was written for somebody I like who can't even write a decent stanza about love. Doesn't matter though cuz I like him. In the end, the "not poet" did not stay longer. :P

Anyway, you're so darned eloquent!

August 07, 2006 11:02 PM

 

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