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in a THRILL of EXACTITUDE
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of the ARTWORKS and CURIOS
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Nobiembre 2015 ng MiJo
Nobiembre 2015 –
Ika-14, ihahandog kay Mi ang 7-7-7 regalo
Para sa nalalapit na kaarawan nito
Ika-15, magpapa-picture ang MiJo
Para sa huling CGI Artworks nito
Ika-16, paghahandog ng pangalawang 7-7-7 obra maestra
Ika-18, huling pagtatagpo habang APEC Summit sa bansa!
-11/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*7th MiJo poem
Paint smears and blotches
look below the surface
artworks elegance
I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints;
The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand,
Forming sandcastles built by toddlers.
I know too well because I have my senses
Intact after the last funeral I attended on a gambolling coast.
I should know because I participated in the burial of a
Village lout, a wretched lord, so grand with contumely.
Funeral lasts for days and contains the sounds of cannons
And other elements of ceremonies, so loud, so eloquent,
So ceremonious —full of man and illiterate beasts.
A burial, on the other penurious hand,
Reeks of haste, attended by a teething crowd —
And at times comes with thunder that speaks in jest
And a lightning whose light flickers on all things subpar.
The Fab Four crossing Abbey Road in single file, led by John in white suit
and shoes, followed by Ringo in black suit and shoes, bare footed Paul
in gray suit and George in denim and white shoes, all in synced with left
foot forward, except Paul and their short shadows inside the crossing.
Tree and parked car lined road under a clear blue sky, brown flats
peeking or towering the green trees and a bystander on the right
side and cars in both lanes a long way off, no traffic, no pedestrians
on a sunny, midday, based on the shadows in Abbey Road in London.
No album title, no band’s name and no artist name, just an image so
simple and memorable, the band casually crossing Abbey Road in a
moment of stillness that became one of the famous artworks in
history and album cover of all time and one of the most imitated.
At the auction house, I wandered
Through the rooms where, on display,
Were the artworks to be sold to those
Who can afford to pay.
One that made me laugh by Banksy,
Whose identity’s unknown,
Was a screen print titled “Morons,”
Which somebody soon will own.
It depicts a fancy auction,
Based on one that sold Van Gogh,
But instead of flowers in a frame,
A message lets us know:
“I can’t believe you morons
Really pay to buy this s*%#.”
(For rhythm’s sake, I’ve altered it,
But just a little bit.)
It will likely sell for millions;
The collectors all can thank
Banksy for his humor, as he laughs
The whole way to the bank.
The Devil's House
The house has lived for centuries,
on grim and dismal ground.
And when you've reached inside,
the dust and demons come around.
The lock is still unbroken
though has tried for years still
to knock itself to the ground
and bury brass and key.
For there are secrets
hidden inside
it doesn't want souls to see.
The house deceives, plays tricks-
the staircases twist and change.
It brings an air, warm from the fireplace.
Artworks, stone and living bone
still haunt the house today.
There are dolls and a haunted dog,
still playing in the room.
A sad man keeps to himself
because he knows
what harm he will come to.
What will happen, I ponder to myself,
when the Devil goes back to hell?
The house will still remain.
Upon the Demon's well.
Nature artworks
Is everywhere
You just need to look around
And appreciate it.
Solemn vows are like embroidered stars at night.
They tantalize like diamonds;
They shine forever and bright.
Soon enough, your name will be inked to my heart.
Every day I will immortalize you,
Just like how you made that bouquet of peach flowers.
Its scent will live in my mind.
From the start, I knew your love was as promising as your art.
Your portrait sketches are exalting,
Your digital artworks are alluring.
But what I love most is how you transpire them to us.
It becomes a masterpiece,
A relationship that will last ages after ages.
It will tell the future that we existed.
Then it will bring us to life
Henri Matisse's Studio
Scattered about like fish in a pond
are paintings and objects in a secluded room
in a sea of red, shouting out loud,
“Connoisseurs please enter, others not welcome.”
The pink studio expresses acceptance
of chic bourgeois realism, reinforcing boredom
with sunlight streaming through the window
and a welcome mat lying on the linoleum.
The colour-contrast room interiors
accentuate artworks during creative years
of avant-garde innovations
that have captured an audience’s attention.
One version is neat and tidy, and the other chaotic,
peering into one and looking out from the other,
revealing Matisse’s mind in motion
from realism and post-impressionism to Fauvism.
John Constable famed for his Haywain
later loved painting the wind&rain*
in many ways ahead of his time
&with which conniseurs of art still chime
*https://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/constable-cloud-study-n06065
dots before the eyes*
*the most famous example https://www.artic.edu/artworks/27992/a-sunday-on-la-grande-jatte-1884
Poetics Poem 5
********(Mimesis)******
Dear Aristotle, where, then,
Do the Arts fit?
You say each of them
Falls to mimesis, but their works, to me,
Erupt into present moments
Wearing immediate faces - not masks -
Speaking their own lyrics
Without consideration of what came
Before or will come afterwards,
Presenting a stage for dialogue...
Opening platforms for exchange.
The artworks begin anew each time
The audience receives impressions
Or as the works are relived repeatedly,
They may bring new strokes, viewed as
Potentially new and not, as you say,
“Imitations of imitations.”
Inspiration feeds the audience
As well as the artists, and all
Of time moves to
Impress upon the exchanges.
(C) sally Young Eslinger 2/22/20
A time shall come sooner than later
all of the blooming and the scenery will become visual
for all to see
my accomplishments from me
the writing, the designs, artworks
furthermore, music, songs
the businesses, cooking skills, and much more
the entrepreneur that's me
businesses growing
valuables showing
all because I know
I have put in
achievements, hard work
the tree has grown
unknown length time, soon to unwind
to blossom, bloom, and shine
flowers blossoming
a time to shine is here, that's mine
royalties, vacations, supporting of others
giving back, not lack
more than enough
a nice home to call my very own
for my destiny is here
NOW shown.
FAITH IS THE KEY
MY WORK PAID OFF
OVER SOME DECADES
NOW, THE FOUNDATION IS LAID.
What Wasted Wastes!
Wasted debates
Wasted dialogues
Wasted breathes
Wasted efforts
Wasted energies
Wasted times
Wasted days
Wasted weeks
Wasted months
Wasted years
Wasted lifetimes
Wasted knowledges
Wasted secrets
Wasted powers
Wasted egos
Wasted loves
Wasted emotions
Wasted existences
Wasted pleasures
Wasted pains
Wasted pleasurable-pains
Wasted gains
Wasted seeds
Wasted ideas
Wasted beliefs
Wasted facts
Wasted fictions
Wasted thoughts
Wasted minds
Wasted actions
Wasted words
Wasted poems
Wasted proses
Wasted poetic-proses
Wasted spoken words
Wasted literatures
Wasted artworks
Wasted philosophies
Wasted books
Wasted injustices
Wasted justices
Wasted priniciples
Wasted ethics
Wasted values
Wasted morals
Wasted proofs
Wasted evidences
Wasted sciences
Wasted religions
Wasted myths
Wasted fairly tales
Wasted fables
Wasted legends
Wasted histories
Wasted everythings
Wasted anythings
Wasted nothings
Wasted waste we are
Or are we not wasted waste?
are we not wasted nothings?
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