Art theorist was Wassily Kandinsky
so visual music is what we see
Vibrations emanate from his soul
picture perfect always his goal
Theorist Murice Denis
ounder of the 'Nablis'
In his ' Muses of the Secret Wood *pieces
he put into pratice his art thesis
Paul Gaugin simplicitiste
also an art theorist
He suggests painting from memory
of 'plein air' was uncomplimentary
It's an awesome sight
Beholding the twilight
The moon arrayed by the Sun
For light not it's own as a son.
The stars glint the sky
Evidence of the works of a great artist
Not by chance for the big bang theorist
The Earth is a sphere, not perfect
Leaving the marks of a great artist
Beast of no nations lonely burden being borne
The Earth, the planets, solar system, the galaxies, all are pointers ....
It is not an accident but a grand design
The Almighty God is the greatest Artist.
Ezra Pound
He began as an image theorist
with the genre never did not persist
He began as an image theorist
with the genre never did not persist
Idaho's Ezra Pound
with Canto did astound
He began as an imagist theorist
with the genre did not persist
Joseph Schillinger a theorist
with music&art did persist
He had his own system
in his noted theorem
When they enslave you
you will not know it;
it will feel like a gift,
a great idea, a necessary step.
When they nail you
to an all-encompassing
surveillance system
you will think it a fine new law
to track only the bad guys,
you won't think it could ever be you
they're looking for.
When they come for your guns
you will willingly surrender them
for the sake of peace and safety,
proudly consider it your duty.
When they cancel and mute your voice,
it will be in the just cause of 'disseminating
reckless false misinformation,'
or of being a conspiracy theorist,
and just maybe you're also a racist!!
Then they will indoctrinate your children,
pervert them, turn them against you
for it’s not your future
it’s theirs,
'theirs' meaning those in charge
of your life.
They will control you
from cradle to grave.
You will no longer have to pursue happiness,
it will be rationed for you,
so you can watch moron TV
until you die.
When one freedom after another
is smothered and shut-down
you will be looking the other way
thinking what a fine day
to be this free
in the home of the brave.
Hello, my name is Service
I am happy to help you today.
Please don’t take advantage of me because,
I am not inferior to you.
Hello, my name is Joy.
Don’t confuse me with Happy.
My strength is inner content
No matter what my emotions show.
Hello, my name is Inner Peace,
And I am what you want to find.
I am not surface deep or even shallow.
My veins feed the heart and soul.
Hello, my name is Every Lie You Were Ever Told
And yes, I have many faces,
Many fronts for you to see.
I have a great costume called Truth,
And another costume called Acceptance.
When I show up my favorite first front is Popularity
But call me out and I will name you a Conspiracy Theorist.
I will rally against you
And guilt is my favorite card to play.
Hello, my name is Wisdom
I am your helper and your friend,
But I only come when you let me.
I will not be where I am not wanted.
I will not come where I am not called.
My strength is in experience
That makes me different from the rest.
If you choose to use me
That is great by me
I will use the past to guide you through the present
And call out the lies you were told
Stick with me beside you
Because I will guide you.
Milanese artist Lomazzo,the theorist*
was also an idealist
He claimed a shroud was the Lord's face
&thus a divine self-portrait thereon, was traced
*https://brill.com/view/title/36088?language=en(&chapter six of Giovan Paolo Lomazzo's Idea of the Temple of Painting (1590), )
Call me a conspiracy theorist, call me a liar
Cast stones to set my soul on fire
It will not change what I choose to see
I don't consider my brain to be less than thee
I've investigated, researched and done my part
To sort through information from the start
Hoping to make decisions that are best
Fight through corruption and let go of the rest
I do not judge those who differ with what they decide
But, false accusations will not make me run and hide
Heidi Sands
8/2/21
Theorist talk about perspective and dimension
But to me it all lays behind what you dont mention
The mystery behind the bad and good intention.
In pursuit of unknown some journeyed to the cemetry
But after i say what you say to them, the fourth is poetry.
Sometimes my eyes see through love and fear
Behind the obscured act of honor and revere
I see so clear the drummers your heart bear
Drum rolling your hearts in thump of a waterfall.
Like a pounce of a thousand hummers fall
My eyes see it, my eyes see it all.
Ears too.
What they hear sometimes i have no clue
Your spoken word you speak simply flew-
Through me like lies in clear sky blue.
Your deep anger louds than your reaction
And i hear that too, through my extra connection.
My feels are toxic than what kills
My heart jests in tickles of hate
Mind bloating in rage
Like a she-frog in a no-show date.
That why i write to cure my feelings' blight.
Poyetik Enej
How it happens
In a cavern, a black rose so rarely it became
a religious symbol, no one could get near to see its beauty
but the guardian could not keep away the bold.
They found a black nylon sock given to a tramp
by the salvation army, thrown away and forgotten.
The rose represented a powerful symbol, the tale of the tramp
was rejected, the conspiracy theorist asked: why had the bum
thrown away one sock and not two?
Given a choice, we prefer beauty over truth and the black rose
became a place of worship, a place of pilgrimage,
hotels were built, and the restaurants opened, and the business was fine
until the day the virus came…
We are the broken resolution of a long past execution,
In our search for absolution we find misguided retribution,
I’m not an atheist by choice,
But I can‘t find one true voice,
Which makes it hard for me to feel,
That any single choice is real,
Sometimes we’re blind to see what’s true,
But then the truth is overdue,
Can you really change the world,
Because the world can sure change you,
We teach our young they’re free to choose,
And then condition all their views,
Because their only hope to win,
Is by accepting that they’ll lose,
I’m just an optimistic realist,
A lyrical theorist,
I don’t force the lines I write,
I just accept they have to be this,
So we write we sing we preach,
Hoping like minds we can reach,
Because our mediums our weapon,
In this world of indiscretion,
We’re the star within the night,
The loudest voice within the fight,
It's a war for our salvation,
A war that’s of our own creation.
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