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Premium Member Lanterne Phrasis 1 Recited

LANTERNE PHRASIS 1
A childhood flashback,a yesterday dream
symbols from the clutter of life,in
slow motion,descending & suspended
in space.Caught in the daydream,this
rainbow of the mind,distracted blurs
of destiny’s tears through the looking glass
and landscapes of the mind.A personal
portrait,a painting of passion pulsating
in a manicured dream of private fantasy.
Painterly hues splashed & without direction
and uncontrolled zest.A collection of the
soul in a patchwork quilt of lost love,
reflected & mirrored in the heart.
From my Lanterne poetry publication 2005 
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Form: Verse


Premium Member VIVID SILHOUETTES

VIVID SILHOUETTES
bedraggled
   claustrophobic
    thrillingly
sourced
 imposing
  a resonate
view
in
a 
 definite 
   rampant
 strange 
   compelling 
covering 
to
 radiate 
   animated 
    oozing
 bizarre
& vigorous 
 struggles

   untamed
 inconguous  
 precarious 
 translucent
   compelling 
   study  
so exceptional
with
 potential
  renderings
    subtle 
accomplished
 splendid
& a
  sophisticated 
        painterly  panache
a
 colossal
 gushing
 &combining 
  the
original 
    curious
      naturalistic  
reserve
sublime
 in serene
    expansive 
     creativity
Form: Verse

Premium Member Keeping God-search simple

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                     ENERGY- Destruction precedes creation, quoth Picasso

            ATMOSPHERE- Earthen demigods, this is the way
                                     Has no one informed you?

        STRATOSPHERE - The earth was broken before there was light
                                    Everything comes forth through the birth canal
                                    Pain before joy. Tuesday before Wednesday 

              BIOSPHERE - Resistance is futile. Denial is cliche
                                    Stop asking
                                    Every talented sophomore cannot be He 
                                    Rendering creation as vulgar

               KINGDOM - Friction heralds the fruit to come
                                   Friday’s blank page intimidates
                                   The white canvas pisseth on your palette
                                   Indeed, upon all who dare step up
                                   Is everybody listening? 

  CONSCIOUSNESS - Listen to the unborn voices and do your job
                                  Water the seedlings pining for your attention 
                                  Quit ticking them off with sundry excuses
                                  Because their affection for you ends on Saturday
                                  And don’t get angry, this is your Universe 
                                  Draw nigh and look busy in front of it

CONTEMPLATION - A Creator has created Creators
                                 In His image He has created Them
                                Life is art, quoth Goethe
                                All art is a self-portrait, quoth Wiley 
                                The painterly sky is clarion on Sunday
                                When I say He, take it personally
                                This is the way

Premium Member Taj Mahal

Fantastic story in milky marble,
In honor of a wife, so praiseworthy (?)
Though seems overflow of fidelity,
Tajmahal is Muslim art, painterly;
From around world he brought so precious stones.
He ordered his whole kingdom to labor.
Mumtaj bore Fourteen children, soulfully;
Her youngest tried to break his father's bones,
Didn't Shahjahan keep wives for favor?
Six, the history says, quite dolefully...!

Maddened with thoughts of a lone masterpiece,
He gathered all artisans; gave gifts, sweet;
Cut off the hands; plucked out the eyes, with ease,
And played fiddle, like Nero, as in treat;
Lo, the architect did greatest of deed,
Made a hole, no one knows where, till this day,
And, hence, it's leaking, leaking and leaking;
Engineers of every caste, sect and creed,
Thenceforth, have tried greatest possible way,
To stop this seepage and irksome reeking...!

So, when I look at you, Tajmahal, dear,
Pool of blood floods within my naked eyes;
Should I ignore these for art-sake and drear,
Or bear it for heart of love that ne'er dies?
Reject simile, metaphor! Parts of speech,
No figures of speech match human being,
Tell Shajahan and Mumtaj this great fact;
Every one to every other must teach, 
It's each and every being's well-being,
And not monuments that truly attract...!!!

04 May 2022
Form: Ode

Premium Member Rules of Art

RULES OF ART
 so painterly
executed
 considering
the innovative
&contemporary
   in true naturalness

space
of
 utmost import
unusually
displayed
    outshone by
admiration
unsurpassed
yet
 involved
as
aspects
  alluding
  to
  handling of light

sensations viewed
  in discovered
differences
admirably
   singled out
then
    amplified
though
  connections
 relaxed in
numerous
hypothesis
where
  motivations emerge
as notions
surviving
in conceivable phases
&
attributes


THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Form: Other


Premium Member STRAND REVIEW Sep 12

This may seem strange to many of us randomlike spontaneity sans a focus Spontaneity drips involuntary &yet deliberate from above.Joyous expression of inhibitions,inner experience made free to be.Painter and creative force united as one living moment.It and its residue,to remain, in epigraph thus
In 
Jackson Pollock: Memories Arrested in Space,by  Martin Gray
..... with iambic Trimeter, a line of three beats (Iambic trimeter is a line of poetry made up of three iambic feet, creating a rhythm of six syllables that alternate between unstressed and stressed).., impromptu phrasing of a conversational style ,..devoid of figurative texture and symbolism
 Gray' s purpose is to leave all interpretation to the poetry prose style is Gray's USP(unique selling point) in this bio poem ,divided into eight books ,(albeit without the usual notes and references ),all help to make this  an easy poetic bio read.
Part one ,in 30 stanzas ,entitled 'Pollock breaks the Ice' is the most helpful to the student of art who seeks to understand Pollock's spontaneous ' energy made visible' of his' memories arrested in space 'as the artist himself so defined his painting.

So direct was Jackson Pollock  
giving the art world quite a shock 
Art with no beginning & no end 
he established an artistic trend 
Pollock impulsively hurled his paint 
making spots&splatters quite quaint 

Action painting novel& new
 arrested moments out of the blue
 painterly picturesque it ain't 
Jackson opened the 'abstract ' door 
laying the canvas on the floor 
The creator of 'drip' 'flick' and 'stick' 
spontaneity was his artistic trick

Premium Member Points of Reference

POINTS of REFERENCE
reinventing
 tradition
on display
undeniably
 arresting
 at
 making waves
 defined
in
 the  contemporary
&epitomises
in
bedecked settings
 deliberately
elongated
unresolved
& unravelled
 happening

prominence
 of
the
touchstones 
 the
of
the
explicit
both
 intense
&passionate
 with flashes
of
 fixating 
on
the
 fascinating

composition
of the bespoke
 that intersect
astonishingly diverse
& paradoxically
 sense 
of
the
 cool aesthetic
  simultaneously
  painterly
 offsets 
the conceptual
elaborate
&
equivalent


NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Form: Other

The Child Won't Paint

"He won’t paint", cried out the Father
suspecting a flame of genius
in the toddler’s eyes.

The painterly parent bought paper, acrylics,
oils, brushes, chalks, and crayons,
not even a finger painting emerged.

The child steadfastly refused to paint.

The father pleaded:
“For the glory of God why not paint!”

His offspring only turned away
to suck a thumb.

Months past…years.
The child grew to be a sullen teenager.
He began to write poetry – and such woeful,
doleful poetry!
Exclamation marks rose up in heaven
as thick as bamboo forests.

His father read them, his face grew ashen
with a sickly alarm.
The poems spoke of phantasmagorical visions,
hordes of screaming demons, dismembered
herds of hapless humans.
Abysmal were the visions the boy unleashed
from his newly erupted consciousness.
Presentiments flew up from the pages
as horrid as the blood-red dragons of Hades.

Upon reading his son’s latest works
the father exclaimed:
“For God’s sake, NEVER paint!”

He took the young man for long walks in the country,
forced him to join a local soccer team,
suggested a military career,
alas

the boy began to paint.

Premium Member The Deconstruction of Magenta and Other Painterly Thoughts

("Conceived in Light", 2017, original encaustic)

Magenta is a mouthful of a name
To describe a color rich in contrast.
It’s a type of purple
Half way between red and blue
And as such is a union of opposites
Like those Southern states in transition
As they fill up with self-exiled Californians.
Except colors are beautiful 
And can actually coexist 
In a celebration of diversity
Unlike humans who have now reached
The beheading stage of
“Diversity is our strength”.
But I digress…
Magenta brings up such ideas
Of a conflict of visions
Because of the hidden words within it;
Ma for mother
Gent for gentleman and the final 
A or even Ta as in, so be it.
But the name is actually for a place 
And 1859 battle in Italy 
Where the Austrians were defeated
And Italians furthered their independence.
In every conflict, 
Even within something as simple as a color,
There is a winner and loser,
But there is also the opportunity for harmony
A true blending of the opposites
Into something greater than the parts.
So it is with this fancy named purplish hue
The union of lady and gentlemen more pink than blue
Wonderful and bright, gay and bold
With no need to say more if truth be told.

(6/13/26)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member POST-PAINTERLY ABSTRACTION

automated
    processes
slotches
  of colour

intensity
 with 
   minimum
          means
brimming
with
   symbols
awakened
breathing
charged
   with context

affinity
   to openess
hovering
 with musicality
in
playful variants

profoundly.  
Impressed
  blurred
        surfaces
in
miniature
     figurations
emphasised
       translations
of
pervasiveness
            break forth
impulsively
               in
                        pictorial
    polophony

   







THIS AN OPEN(organic) VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretation unique to the moment
art
Form: Other

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