My poem today

Church
by Iulia Toader
Copyright 2014


God is an architect
God is a kid
Playing with smiles and tears
God is a surgeon on the flesh of the atoms
Healing infinite fears;

God is a postman, a thief and a liar
Spreading a faint rumour of reality 
God is a mistress, an addict, a ghost driver,
God is not guilty, your Honour.

God is a weaver, a warrior, a dancer
God dances with the stars within us,
Please, may  I have this waltz?
Hush, little baby, God is the answer.

Emerald City

Emerald City - 80x60cm, oil on canvas.


The Emerald Tablet

1. Tis true without lying, certain & most true.
2. That which is below is like that which is above & that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing
3. And as all things have been & arose from one by the mediation of one: so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation.
4. The Sun is its father, the moon its mother, the wind hath carried it in its belly, the earth is its nurse.
5. The father of all perfection in the whole world is here.
6. Its force or power is entire if it be converted into earth.
7. Separate thou the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross sweetly with great industry.
8. It ascends from the earth to the heaven & again it descends to the earth & receives the force of things superior & inferior.
9. By this means you shall have the glory of the whole world
10. & thereby all obscurity shall fly from you.
11. Its force is above all force. For it vanquishes every subtle thing & penetrates every solid thing.
12. So was the world created.
13. From this are & do come admirable adaptations whereof the means (or process) is here in this. Hence I am called Hermes Trismegist, having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world
14. That which I have said of the operation of the Sun is accomplished & ended.

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Inevitable

"Fizzy Marilyn" - 60x80cm, oil on canvas.


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...woman!

"Phenomenal II" - digital art.

“I don't trust people who don't love themselves and tell me, 'I love you.' ... There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.”
― Maya Angelou



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Phenomenal

"Phenomenal" - digital art.

" I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally."

Maya Angelou

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178942

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Pink war

"BUK Jelly" - 60x80cm, oil on canvas.

"
Revenge sounds like the name of a tragic opera
Suicide sounds like the name of an electric floral medicine grown by god
Lucifer sounds like the name of a sheltered library nerd
flowers are examples of natural drama
the moon is a voyeuristic boat in the sky
who has attended every funeral and has peeked at every kiss ever given

this year was a century
until it was shaved in half by a cold and pink war

how sickly a peptic, watered-down pink can be
when it isnt softest skin or the land before birth
"

I found this poem about war. It was what I had in mind, expressed so clearly in words. For the whole poem of Luke J. Holt here: http://m.poemhunter.com/poem/pink-war/

I really liked the end of the poem.



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Where to?

"Flyfloat" - 60x40cm, oil on canvas.

I found a beautiful poem here:

http://www.estherkamkar.com/healing-poems_floating-poem_wings-over-water.shtml


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Courage

"Yuki" - a portrait, 40x60cm, oil on canvas.

"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again."

Eric Roth - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Screenplay

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Is it a bird?

"Paravis" - 60x40cm oil on canvas

"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in waking, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil."

Edgar Allan Poe - Complete Tales & Poems

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Nymphet

"Nymphet" - 60x80cm, oil on canvas.

"The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall,

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten--
In folly ripe, in reason rotten."

"The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd" by Sir Walter Raleigh

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Bored Angel Smoking a Cigarette

"Horatiu's Angel" - 60x80 oil on canvas.

"Souvenirs, souvenirs, what do you want of me? Autumn
Invites the thrush to fly through the air lifeless sans tone,
And the sun beats its rays down: relentless monotone
Over the yellowing wood where claps the North wind’s thunder tone.

We were walking all by ourselves as if in a dream,
She and I, haïr and thoughts buffeted by the wind’s non-esteem.
All of a sudden, she turned towards me her looks agleam
« Which was your most beautiful day? » did her lively golden voice beam.

Her voice soft and sonorous, a fresh timbre angelic.
A discreet smile she did redeem as a reaction cyclic,
And her blanched hand I kissed with devoutness.

Oh! the first flowers, how their scent liberates perfumes!
And the first sounds they emit akin to charming murmur
The first « yes » that escapes the lips of virgin dames consumes!"

Nevermore
By Paul Verlaine

Credits: http://m.poemhunter.com/poem/nevermore-translation-of-paul-verlaine-s-sonnet-nevermore/

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Maybe

"Maybe" - oil on canvas, 60x40cm.

Yet once again ye Muses! Once again
Saddle the Hyppogryf !And wing my way
Where regions of romance their charms display.
What lovely dreams entrance th'unfetter'd brain?
Who round my brow the wreath enchanted braids?
Who from my ravish'd eyes dispels the shades
That veil the wonders of the world of old?


From "Oberon" by C. M. Wieland.




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A Portrait

" Lucy " - a portrait, 60x40cm oil on canvas.

See it on Saatchi Art here.

Air and Angel

By John Donne

Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtle than the parent is,
Love must not be, but take a body too;
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid love ask, and now
That it assume thy body I allow,
And fix itself to thy lip, eye, and brow.

Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,
And so more steadily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught
Every thy hair for love to work upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere.
Then as an angel, face and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my love's sphere.
Just such disparity
As is 'twixt air and angel's purity,
'Twixt women's love and men's will ever be.



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Continual Crowning Me

"Etiffany" - 80x100cm oil on canvas.

See it on Saatchi Art here.

Part One: Life

LXXXIV

’T IS little I could care for pearls
Who own the ample sea;
Or brooches, when the Emperor
With rubies pelteth me;

Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines;
Or diamonds, when I see
A diadem to fit a dome
Continual crowning me.

By Emily Dikinson


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La Voilette

"La Voilette" - 50x70cm, oil on canvas.

See it on Saatchi Art here.

Best debut poem ever:

"Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die."

Mary Elizabeth Frye

"Nu plange la mormantul meu,
Nu dorm acolo, nu sunt eu
Ci'n mii de vanturi care bat
Si in sclipiri de nea culcat,
Sunt soarele pe holda'n parg.
Cu ploaia toamnei blande curg.
Cand te trezesti in zori soptiti
Sunt goana'n care va rotiti
In sus, voi stoluri pasaresti.
Licar de stele'n bolti ceresti.
La groapa'mi nu boci'mpietrit,
Nu sunt acolo. Eu nu am murit."

traducere de Iulia Toader.




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50 shades off-white

In work - "Etiffany" 80x100cm, inspired by the white peacocks photos at Garda Lake sent by my friend Beatrice. Isn't her name match to good to be true?

Thx for the inspiration!

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May I?

Oil on canvas, 50x70cm; chartreuse, peach, girl & profiteroles.

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Oerlikon

Light/shade game on a pistachio backround. Melting ice cream or deadly weapon. Terry's comission.

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Pink

"Nergal" - 40x60cm, oil on canvas.


"PINK, small, and punctual.
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,

Dear to the moss, 5
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.

Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee, 10
Nature forswears
Antiquity."

(With the first Arbutus.)

By Emily Dikinson


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Superbia

"Superbia" - ulei pe panza 60x80cm.

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