"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, May 19, 2012

Canvas...


Most ~ if not all of life is not interpreted well.

“We had the experience but missed the meaning,
And approach to the meaning restores the experience
In a different form, beyond any meaning
We can assign to happiness.”
~ T.S. Eliot, The Dry Salvages


Depth of penetration like light into darkness
Creating inside a body
An ache longing for liberation
Behind the eyes of imagination
Passions delicately seep
Dripping like morning dew
To the blank page from infinitude
Recapitulation of time and meaning
Layered interpretation without context
Fragments of truth and reality in an aesthetic captured betwixt being and non being
Life writ large on the canvas of the artists mind
Anticipating humanity stepping into the experience
She dances with color and exposes our nakedness
Incredulity at her brushstrokes
Fragility in finitude
Exposed breathless beauty in darkened skin
Lips touch lips
Life’s first kiss
Breath and eyes open to see love
She is all in all and her brush is set down
Resting to let her creation be
Light flickering as the image dances

The first shadows of reflection fall
Art is life
Creativity is being
She is becoming



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