Marcel Poems - Poems about Marcel

Marcel Duchamp (French Dada artist, 1887 - 1968) Marcel Duchamp is most celebrated for a woman rushing down a stairwell naked, a painting critics mocked from the start as degenerate French modern art. Wives sighed relief she’s less than revealing so invited their husbands for a viewing. Duchamp painted her stripped of any garb apropos to the art of the time – avant garde...

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Written By Marcel Ike Okonkwo Under the sound of the Ekwe Nimo In ancestral groove One hears the dale and might And songs of our ancestors In a land of rich cultural heritage. Nimo, the land of great heroes where star guides And tender moon abides, And where the art in the belly of Asele institute breeds creation. From Nimo, the ancient...

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Ahead of her time A cascade of lines Crossed The least of which was nudity 10/09/2019...

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Not because of the laicism you changed your name and religion, converting to Roman Catholicism. Not because of politics or pure stoicism, but conviction of your mind, concerning the wholeness of your being. Aviation was important not just for the senses, but conscious transcendence....

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You were the mystery of Being: son of agnostic, himself atheist and you became creative fidelity in your philosophy of existence. Later converted to Catholicism, you were advancing ethical axioms having consciousness that you can materialize or annihilate values. In your immanent introspection you observed that the man is a derived being tending to the primary being of the Absolute and you became notable...

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Translation of the Elegy: On Marceline Desbordes-Valmore - À L'amour - Poem by Marcel Moreau Translated by T. Wignesan Reprends de ce bouquet les trompeuses couleurs, (Take back the dubious colours of this bouquet) Ces lettres qui font mon supplice, ...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " A Paris " by T. Wignesan IN PARIS Paris bores me no end without you My heart weighted down with melancholia The spleen given over to asthenia Empties its own sense of loss on to me, too. Sometimes I revisit this bistro Over a coffee I remain speechless Sweetened yet acerbic and joyless I recall the charm in your...

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Translation of Marcel Moreau's " Je t'écris " by T. Wignesan I WRITE TO YOU I choose green ink to write to you For Love does not prescribe any one hue In the hope you might take shape When desire seizes me agape You, the enigma of my dreams Come, meet me when the day dawns To share but one solitary pillow Where we...

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Remembrance of « Creation » 1963 (MM) (Marcel Marceau 1963) Face white-clown-painted hands crossing invisibility in a white-gloved glissade a soft, silent shifting, a step-slide over non-existent windows, walls and doors a glide into gesture into signing a seeking into a stirring a knowing a genesis the stage, his staging the spotlight on in a spotlit silence...

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So you know, the way I get through all this now , I basically say it is what it is with a few extra stuff but thats for another day of thought. Verse: Always thought that I was lame, why? never had much in the bank, ay chambered the milli inside , yea Clickin’ the gun off of safe ,...

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How to take a leak Marcel felt quite an urge when he set out to purge understanding of how to when we view misconceptions of who is taking the piss now never thereafter and then A fountain trickling urinal porcelain pissoir on display impressed me no doubt in treacherous confusion of images since relief in museums constitutes phallic sin When...

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