Painting…
artwork
berserk
odd earned
modern
surreal
appeal
bizarre
by far
not banned
unfanned
slash—tore
restored
Symbol…
Based on
Friar John’s
drawing
gnawing
foreseen
cross scene
Christ’s arms
paint psalms
cross floats
gloss boat
Easter
feaster
Colors…
cool tones
browns form
dark sky
eagle eye
bone blends
deepens
blue dream
hue scheme
Technique…
contrast
both vast
pewter
muter
spectrum
none done (perpective never done)
Dalí’s
follies
From High Point, he hailed
With his instrument, he had a story to tell.
Many pundits call him insane,
But for those who know, they simply call him Trane.
His claim to fame was riding the galactic ship of jazz,
Pushing the status quo and exploring with a whole lot of pizazz.
But his earnest desire was to get to know a Love Supreme.
Through Acknowledgement, Resolution, Pursuance, and Psalms, his soul was able to gleam.
Saint John, a quiet storm that blew with a serene veracity,
With Giant Steps, he walked through the world of jazz with a divine tenacity.
On Saint John’s night
Full moon shines on with its eerie light
The ancient nymphs dance with delight
The flower of fern small and unassuming will sprite
Yet something is in the flower above which nymphs take flight
Some kind of mysterious deep light
Something that if in one’s hand it is one can’t help to gaze up at stars into the night
The flower caries second sight
The senses it will excite
But one can’t sleep until dawns light
That is the only way divination to macrocosm will bring the inner sight
The all Seeing Eye macrocosmic future ghostwrite
The destiny is pushed further and so is birthright
Switching with macrocosm all levels are beyond infinite in their fight
All nonlinearly beyond expanse at the base as imbued macrocosm shines bright
The beyond destiny will always be beyond as in imbued macrocosm future will dendrite
SAINT JOHN COLTRANE
Old Trane New Trane Coltrane
Stood on the edge of the avant-guard
Sanctified sax in hand blowing like thunder and rain
He acknowledged The Creator with Psalms in A love Supreme
A love Supreme... A love Supreme...A love Supreme
His horn screamed with pain
Alabama Oh...Alabama where our children died
Ka-boom!!
Expressions of rebellion as The Black Movement marched on through
Along came Joy and Peace yet he moaned and groaned
He ascended to a higher plane
As he sings praises in heaven his legacy abounds on earth and the spirit is still alive
SAINT JOHN COLTRANE
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Thanks
Saint John of Rila
Father John –
I have no bread
(short is the bread daily)
And the Lestvitsa* -
so long …
Longer than a thought
and shorter than a peal
of a bell.
I’m ashamed, Father,
that today I am speaking
but not staying quiet like
a germ,
like a drop of a candle.
The heart holds me up.
*[‘lestvitsa] stairway to spiritual life
Saint John of Rila (Bulgarian: ????? ???? ??????, sveti Ivan Rilski) (876 – c. 946) was
the first Bulgarian hermit.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_of_Rila
January 7 — The Synaxis of St. John the Forerunner. This is his main feast day, immediately after Theophany on January 6 (January 7 also commemorates the transfer of the relic of the right hand of John the Baptist from Antioch to Constantinople in 956)
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