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IMPRESIONES (3) A BRIDGE TOO FAR BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK AND VICTOR M. ALONSO

in My Artist Friends ~ and their creations.../Poetry of Art by

A BRIDGE TOO FAR – BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK AND VICTOR M. ALONSO

NOCHE DE MARZO.

Las aves cantan en la noche,

La madrugada tierna

Que escucha el pensamiento.

Son mis sensaciones fraguadas

En recuerdos distantes

Y urdidas de presente.

Es la fragancia intensa,

Persistente, de una palabra

Valiosa, imprescindible,

Que fragua la miel del silencio.

Porque yo quiero en esta noche

De invierno en calma

Modelar tu cintura

Dame una flor y un verso,

Un fragor distinto y un beso,

Mientras guardando yo estaré tu luz

Bajo la luna.

VICTOR M. ALONSO (MARZO, 2011)

ANAIS NIN ~ THE DREAM

in Art & the Unconscious Mind by

“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.”
Anais Nin

SCHOPENHAUER ~ ON LIFE AND DEATH

in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
Arthur Schopenhauer

SIGMUND FREUD ~ DREAMING DREAMING

in Art & the Unconscious Mind by

We should remember that the fact that most people take but little interest in their dreams is conducive to the forgetting of dreams. Anyone who for some time applies himself to the investigation of dreams, and takes a special interest in them, usually dreams more during that period than at any other; he remembers his dreams more easily and more frequently”
Sigmund Freud

KEES VAN DONGEN ~ TANGO OF THE ARCHANGEL

in Just a bit of everything and everyone... by

“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can be together all the time.”
Calvin and Klein

Painting
Kees Van Dongen [1877 – 1968]
Tango or Tango of the Archangel

FRANTISEK KUPKA ~ THE WAY OF SILENCE

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“The Way of Silence” (1900-1903) by Frantisek Kupka (1871-1957)

According to Audrey Wagtberg Hansen in her article “Cold Gods and Fatal Women. “The Many Faces of the Sphinx in the 19th Century”, Kupka’s Way of Silence was “inspired by the poem Dream-land by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), [where] we see a lone traveler on a seemingly endless road under a starry sky, flanked by two rows of stone sphinxes. A Latin text on the pedestal of the front sphinx, ‘QUAD AD CAUSUM SUMUS’ (= why are we?), again poses a life-and-death question.”

Although Kupka’s painting certainly doesn’t correspond to Poe’s Dream-land (1850) in the particulars of its imagery, its depiction of a pathway through eternity certainly captures the atmosphere of the poem’s opening stanza:

BY a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule –
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE – out of TIME

www.moniquespassions.com
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IMPRESIONES (2) BLUE PAGE ~ VICTOR M. ALONSO AND MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

in My Artist Friends ~ and their creations.../Poetry of Art by

IMPRESIONES (2)

BLUE PAGE

(Sobre un trabajo de Monique Lucy Weberink)

No es sólo la distancia,

Es el tiempo el que abre

El azul de la mar

Que golpea esta noche de vigilia.

Hacia qué latitudes se dirige

El pensamiento exhausto,

Esa mirada tierna

De tu alma que tiembla ?

Qué insinúa tu mano,

Qué rumbos añora trazar

En el océano racial,

Tormentoso, de la existencia ?

Es mía la sangre que moja

El rojo centro del espacio,

El piélago supremo

Que arde de nostalgia

Y urde marejadas de pasión.

VICTOR M. ALONSO

GRAN CANARIA, MARZO, 2011

A BLUE PAGE BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

ANAIS NIN ~ ON LOVE

in Just a bit of everything and everyone... by

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing.”
Anais Nin

MATA HARI ~ THE DANCE

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~ The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word. ~
Mata Hari

GUSTAV MAHLER ~ A SYMPHONY

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“A symphony must be like the world. It must contain everything.”
Gustav Mahler

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