Alphonse Mucha a Czech
his paintings easy to detect
So distinctive & stylized
even prints now valued &prized
MEASURES OF PREFERENCES
a restrictive
repeatedly
lasting
influence
of
luminous
niche-like
significance
encircled
stylized
illusions
&clarity
of
intentions
with
nuanced
coincidences
SPECIFIC FUNCTIONS
elicit
actions
result
in
striking
discussions
place
&
astounding
stylized
sublime
motifs
spur
&
stimulate
inspired
lyrical
pleasure
with
distinctive
harmony
'Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee' ~ tale of woe for how life used to be
There's no Trail of Tears to escape ~ stylized humans in robotic shape
A hostile takeover, a conflict ~ no court order can interdict
Bury AI and set poets free ~ to claim their authenticity
It may not be seen as a threat, yet ~ some day perhaps as a regret
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granite roots gripping Pennsylvania-Dutch shale
taught me Schicksal, spun our bloodlines into compass stars~
Stärke whispered through his fractured Fraktur tales
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Schicksal = German for (fate/destiny); reflects language teaching with genealogical purpose
Stärke = strength in German
Fraktur = a stylized, highly decorative watercolor or watercolor-and-ink painting in the Pennsylvania-German tradition, often bearing elaborate calligraphy and standardized motifs, as birds, tulips, mermaids, and unicorns, and typically appearing on a book page, baptismal certificate or other family record, or merchant's advertisement. (Source: dictionary.com)
I feel so vitalized, stylized, unanalyzed.
Eclectic, electric, not hectic!
My cells are atomized, crystalized, uncompromised.
Eccentric, ecstatic, not skeptic!
My mind's been mesmerized, civilized, unprivatized.
Fantastic, elastic, not plastic!
Cuz I have level eyes, country sized, unrealized.
Authentic, romantic, not manic!
...Or, maybe I'm just a little bit bombastic?
The vestments of Aaron the High Priest stood out
Their striking beauty brought about
heightened expectations from the hushed crowd
as the High Priest entered the Holy of Holies in a cloud
of incense, carrying the names of each tribe on his breast
seeking G-d’s pardon, that His people He bless…
trembling, humble – though dazzling in appearance
Aaron pleaded Israel’s case with iron-willed perseverance
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Above is a stylized description of the entrance of Aaron, the
High Priest, into the Holy of Holies in the Tabernacle, on Yom
Kippur, when the Tabernacle was carried from place to place
during the forty years that the Israelites' sojourned in the
Sinai Desert. (3,300 years ago).
RAPHAELISTA
literary
stylized
symbols
highly
elaborated
in
extreme
detail
of wet white
in
bright
colours
NOUVEAUISTA
stylized
fin de siecle
writhing
forms
in
decorative
flourishing
conceptions
dream like
tendrils
To bring
clarity
to
the heart
If you were much lionized
Later no more recognized
Or by some men demonized
Would it leave you traumatized,
Judge it a foul play dramatized;
Have the actors stigmatized:
As Satan characterized?
You must not try the dreadful:
To fight them or other frightful!
Put up you should the easeful
That makes painless the painful…
Your arch smiles now the stylized,
Your movement systematized,
Time for Apps digitalized,
And once again ways modernized…
The black guy on the white paper
Is pointing a gun at me again.
As always I wonder
why not a white guy on black paper?
He is a brutal gangster.
Behind the stylized caricature
there is nothing
and that is why he has to be killed.
Aim, pull the trigger.
The black man trembles,
a draft ruffling the target
as it hangs suspended
25 yards away.
What happens next
is too quick to take back.
Circles of light
punched into shadow.
Behind the gun sight
a slug passes through my eyes
harmlessly
I've dodged another bullet.
I’m not always a fan of poetry - if I actually take time to ponder it
- it can be so irritatingly rhymey, kind of fussy and needlessly intricate.
Compare my love to a summer’s day and I’ll probably yawn and walk away.
Take a nuanced look at the transactions of sex and consent,
and as adults, we may wonder where the romance went.
You know, it only happens once in a while,
that someone with wit and individual style
comes along with something to say
and scribbles it down in a poem or play.
Here’s to the creative visionaries,
to Dickinson's unique and dreamy imagery,
to Shakespear’s highly stylized, run-on sentences
that manage to speak to us over the centuries
or challenge our stifled, bourgeoisie banality
like Nabokov’s use of stunning vocabulary.
Wearing her nine-inch stiletto heels,
stylized and polished to a high gloss:
she absolutely loves how she feels.
In her high, sexy shoes, she strikes awe
within the hearts of unwary men
who get tongue-tied, as they hem and haw.
Granted, nine-inch heels may seem extreme:
but this seductive siren on stilts,
comes off as anything but mainstream.
In heels, she stands out above the crowd,
leaving some women green with envy:
while for the most part, men are left, wowed.
Like many, I masqueraded in shades of urban gray.
I offered my love to the midnight neon angel.
I walked the caliginous streets alone and astray.
She remained distant, alluring, always disdainful.
I courted cynicism, resignation, and despair as my style.
I wore tilted fedoras in smoke-filled reeking bars.
I feigned culture and literacy, trying to look worthwhile.
I blush now, recalling my see-through shooting stars.
Like many, I was just a child renting a man’s body.
I impersonated adulthood with stylized gloom.
I thought maturity was an act, so mine was shoddy.
I donned trench coats, my affectation in any room.
My blinking street angel had seen it all before.
My love for her was simulation and nothing more.
Date:8 October 2020
The Sunbeams pass
slamming the door to a heartbeat.
A generational rejection
to my face that softens my feet
while I cringe on more notes.
An evolution that has
declined, suppose I curl
my spine towards
an endless beauty
of highly stylized wrinkles.
The more I witness.
the fierceness of my tribe ages.
The angry men that I have raised
as rocks seek my eyes and tribulations.
Take me to a timeless peace.
Dissolving into another,
bridging the breathing has
taught me to harvest better energies
as I pay my daydreams
until we meet.
I have felt unknown shivers
in these streets.
Raising the parenthood
of all these teenage feels but still
he found a way to move into my soul.
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