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I can say I rarely post in this part of the forum, but let's just say I do a lot of art. Like "poems that are a page long every day" kind of "a lot". I felt this might be enjoyed... by someone here, even if not read as frequently as the debate areas. I blogged this post around 3 a.m. and figured it may need to be read by others..just for art's sake.
Written Soul without the Spiritual Side
"Two poems, each of an obvious affection. I somehow look down upon such writings as less meaningful, yet they are said with passion at first. I suppose when you write more about another your art takes on more meaning to to the other, rather than all to yourself. More of a shared enjoyment, one doesn't feel right away. Least in time it may find a way, rather than you know, just decay. Notice a rhyme, by the way? I thought it was subtle, nothing I'd planned, least not right away, till I found it was happening again. "
I had posted the above accross my group web site before I put up my newest poems. Felt I'd might as well blog about it, since well, I'll think this page in my head before I sleep.
Art is usually a reflection of self, and in most cases, the visual art I do is completely that or at least a reflection of what I see. Makes sense.. It is visual art. Abstract symbolism. Surrealism. The world around me is portrayed through my art, so that's how it looks when made. Although the literary art, is that much more interesting. As your mind does not see the world, it merely sees you. How you interact with the world.
You do art with words too. So how you converse your feelings to the world is through words. To converse about ones' feelings in an artistic, metaphorical, deeper meaning, is really just...poetry. Prose I guess. It's merely how I write, I don't get caught up in the label for it. Although since we only see our own minds, the art made is a complete reflection of it. How you're thinking, why you thought it, what you might not be really knowing. Reading into poetry and literature has created most every religion out there. It's given meaning to billions of people in the past just by thinking, "He meant more than just these words."
I could tell you "Kill your government." And a few people might take me seriously. But If I could inform you of the ways your government has wronged you, hurt you, hurt me, will hurt us all, and enslaves us in its power for all of mankind to see but not fight, you might feel a little more inclined to go into battle. You may think just a little farther past just a command. You'll think, "He meant more than just 'The government sucks'. He meant.. Do something."
One can always speak your mind louder than action. Sure, I can beat a man till he cannot breathe. I can do someone until they can barely stand. I could even burn myself alive for the greater good. But there remains one thing we can all do with much more power and meaning than anything else, and that is write. I could write books that are so horrid they would make you feel as if you'd just died, or perhaps even orgasmed, or maybe even wanted to run outside and blow up a cop car just because of the horrors the government enacted on you. And I could do this, so long as I lived, not just once or maybe a few times, I could do this for all of mankind's future and forever. All through text. Through a meaning.
The voices I hear in my head are always yelling something out, and I'll write until it gets said enough. They'll continue to randomly yell when I try to understand, but I won't until it is all put down for viewing. Till I interpret it correctly. Or, till another whom I wish to be in my mind can do so first. Each sentence I type I think of her, how much more I wish she could see, yet even I don't know exactly how my mind works. Although I somehow wish she could know it better, so that even if I could not, she'd truly understand, rather than just follow my lead and hope to comprehend.
Not exactly sure what this whole thing means, probably a simple "Words speak louder than actions" about sums it up, but sometimes, even a poet is left without a word to say, whether by beauty or shock, things have silenced the greatest minds of our world forever all at once. In a moment, my intelligence, elloquence and style of writing means nothing because my voice must be heard and my mind must portray it there as well.
Sometimes there's just nothing to say when it all looks so perfect. Occasionally, you feel it was already said before you even walked in the room. Looked at Michealangelo's work? Looked at the marvels of Da Vinci? Cast a stare towards the hips of a beautiful woman? Spotted the eyes of a man accross the room? Heard the words of a strong young man standing up for himself in such a courageous manner? Sometimes you just cannot speak about what is so good, because when it is that good to see, hear, touch, smell, or know, you don't need anything else.
Not like they make instruction manuals on how to feel. When you feel, sometimes that's enough, beats saying the wrong thing or moving the wrong way. When it all feels just right, nothing else matters. Go with it, try a silence and enjoy the comfortable silence, for there is sometimes no chance at it when all you're doing is looking to paint the next Mona Lisa or sing the next greatest song. Stopping to realize the thing you're in can be much greater than any creation made by many men.
and the words could not express...
Written Soul without the Spiritual Side
"Two poems, each of an obvious affection. I somehow look down upon such writings as less meaningful, yet they are said with passion at first. I suppose when you write more about another your art takes on more meaning to to the other, rather than all to yourself. More of a shared enjoyment, one doesn't feel right away. Least in time it may find a way, rather than you know, just decay. Notice a rhyme, by the way? I thought it was subtle, nothing I'd planned, least not right away, till I found it was happening again. "
I had posted the above accross my group web site before I put up my newest poems. Felt I'd might as well blog about it, since well, I'll think this page in my head before I sleep.
Art is usually a reflection of self, and in most cases, the visual art I do is completely that or at least a reflection of what I see. Makes sense.. It is visual art. Abstract symbolism. Surrealism. The world around me is portrayed through my art, so that's how it looks when made. Although the literary art, is that much more interesting. As your mind does not see the world, it merely sees you. How you interact with the world.
You do art with words too. So how you converse your feelings to the world is through words. To converse about ones' feelings in an artistic, metaphorical, deeper meaning, is really just...poetry. Prose I guess. It's merely how I write, I don't get caught up in the label for it. Although since we only see our own minds, the art made is a complete reflection of it. How you're thinking, why you thought it, what you might not be really knowing. Reading into poetry and literature has created most every religion out there. It's given meaning to billions of people in the past just by thinking, "He meant more than just these words."
I could tell you "Kill your government." And a few people might take me seriously. But If I could inform you of the ways your government has wronged you, hurt you, hurt me, will hurt us all, and enslaves us in its power for all of mankind to see but not fight, you might feel a little more inclined to go into battle. You may think just a little farther past just a command. You'll think, "He meant more than just 'The government sucks'. He meant.. Do something."
One can always speak your mind louder than action. Sure, I can beat a man till he cannot breathe. I can do someone until they can barely stand. I could even burn myself alive for the greater good. But there remains one thing we can all do with much more power and meaning than anything else, and that is write. I could write books that are so horrid they would make you feel as if you'd just died, or perhaps even orgasmed, or maybe even wanted to run outside and blow up a cop car just because of the horrors the government enacted on you. And I could do this, so long as I lived, not just once or maybe a few times, I could do this for all of mankind's future and forever. All through text. Through a meaning.
The voices I hear in my head are always yelling something out, and I'll write until it gets said enough. They'll continue to randomly yell when I try to understand, but I won't until it is all put down for viewing. Till I interpret it correctly. Or, till another whom I wish to be in my mind can do so first. Each sentence I type I think of her, how much more I wish she could see, yet even I don't know exactly how my mind works. Although I somehow wish she could know it better, so that even if I could not, she'd truly understand, rather than just follow my lead and hope to comprehend.
Not exactly sure what this whole thing means, probably a simple "Words speak louder than actions" about sums it up, but sometimes, even a poet is left without a word to say, whether by beauty or shock, things have silenced the greatest minds of our world forever all at once. In a moment, my intelligence, elloquence and style of writing means nothing because my voice must be heard and my mind must portray it there as well.
Sometimes there's just nothing to say when it all looks so perfect. Occasionally, you feel it was already said before you even walked in the room. Looked at Michealangelo's work? Looked at the marvels of Da Vinci? Cast a stare towards the hips of a beautiful woman? Spotted the eyes of a man accross the room? Heard the words of a strong young man standing up for himself in such a courageous manner? Sometimes you just cannot speak about what is so good, because when it is that good to see, hear, touch, smell, or know, you don't need anything else.
Not like they make instruction manuals on how to feel. When you feel, sometimes that's enough, beats saying the wrong thing or moving the wrong way. When it all feels just right, nothing else matters. Go with it, try a silence and enjoy the comfortable silence, for there is sometimes no chance at it when all you're doing is looking to paint the next Mona Lisa or sing the next greatest song. Stopping to realize the thing you're in can be much greater than any creation made by many men.
and the words could not express...
