Wednesday, 25 March 2015
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.
Monday, 23 March 2015
Emerald City
Emerald City - 80x60cm, oil on canvas.
The Emerald Tablet
- Tis true without lying, certain & most true.
- 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
- 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.
- The Sun is its father, the moon its mother, the wind hath carried it in its belly, the earth is its nurse.
- The father of all perfection in the whole world is here.
- Its force or power is entire if it be converted into earth.
- Separate thou the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross sweetly with great industry.
- It ascends from the earth to the heaven & again it descends to the earth & receives the force of things superior & inferior.
- By this means you shall have the glory of the whole world
- & thereby all obscurity shall fly from you.
- Its force is above all force. For it vanquishes every subtle thing & penetrates every solid thing.
- So was the world created.
- 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
- That which I have said of the operation of the Sun is accomplished & ended.
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Wednesday, 18 March 2015
Saturday, 14 March 2015
...woman!
Friday, 13 March 2015
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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Tuesday, 10 March 2015
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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