February 2012

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD ~ THE BEAUTY OF LITERATURE

Published on 29 February 2012 in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by Monique

“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I ~ POEM BY TOM SHELDON

Published on 28 February 2012 in Poetry of Art by Monique

Know that space dilates with your own breath;
sing out, as a bird in the desert
from the shadowy rafters of its own high perch-
Our senses cannot fathom this darkness, so
learn the transformations through and through
staving off the inevitable is futile, non-efficacious and fruitless
Be the meaning of this strange encounter;
at their crossing, be the glowing center.
Immerse yourself at the precipice
With the words: I am.

Tom Sheldon

I © Copyright Tom Sheldon

ANTONI TAPIES ~ ART AND THE MEANING OF LIFE

Published on 24 February 2012 in Art & the Unconscious Mind/Passion Of Art by Monique

“Art should startle the viewer into thinking about the meaning of life.”

ANTONI TAPIES

Barcelona, 1923 – 2012, painter, sculptor.
Tàpies eschewed traditional painting materials and championed the use of all sorts of other materials long before arte povera became a fashionable critical notion. He did in fact invent a new form of material expression.

CHARLOTTE BRONTE ~ A FREE HUMAN BEING WANTING TO LEAVE

Published on 20 February 2012 in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by Monique

Rochester: “Jane, be still; don’t struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.”

Jane: “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.”

Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

A SOUL INSIDE ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

Published on 15 February 2012 in My own creations/Poetry of Art/Uncategorized by Monique

For sure you must have a soul
Somewhere there buried inside
With strong metal welded shut tide
You play your mister perfect role

But things are not as they always seem
Fragile are the walls that you keep up
And if I could peak through the cracks
Its all just compromises into extreme

Why don’t you show your true face now
For once lower the wooden painted mask
I beg you to show me your teardrops
All I get is a lonely sounding sough

I admit when you do I might run scared
Your face forward straight and open wide
With eyes as window holes without the glass
It happened right after you no longer cared

Shadows growing on the walls and floors
The room gets dark and a struggle starts
Its following me and freaking me inside out
Paranoid trying to escape via narrow doors

Personal private sufferings took control
You committed suicide of your inner self
I know noble thoughts are fighting inside
just figure out whats wrong with your soul

I want to run away from you for good
To be the one who ditches you hard
Make you feel the same pain and anger
Being the girl who did what she could

Taken your passion and your freedom restrained
Trying to break your soul free from its cage
Bittersweet deep down up till its solid core
but the key to unlock is all that maintained

I am forced to lie, but do whatever it takes
Shorty said, exactly that and not a bit more
Every wise man should know himself to be a foul
To save you even when it takes till day breaks

Its made from paper so there is nothing to destroy
Only delineate it to get it back to the surface
Writing memories down with different colors of ink
Red curves for our love and black words to deploy

Watching the ink lines getting sucked dry
I just elegantly reclaimed my true soul mate
You are not going to take me down again
If erasing is the only option, I wonder why

Then that is what I will do.

Monique Lucy Weberink

February 2012

Odilon Redon

Silence

OSCAR WILDE ~ A WORK OF ART

Published on 11 February 2012 in Passion Of Art/The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by Monique

“One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.”

Oscar Wilde

ANTHONY FREDERICK SANDYS ~ MEDUSA

Published on 8 February 2012 in Art & the Unconscious Mind by Monique

Medusa”
Anthony Frederick Sandys (1829-1904)

In Greek
Mythology Medusa (Greek: Μέδουσα (Médousa), “guardian, protectress”)
was a Gorgon, a cothonic female monster, and a daughter of Phorcys and
Ceto;
Only Hyginus, (Fabulae, 151) interposes a generation and
gives another cohthonic pair as parents of Medusa; gazing directly upon
her eyes would turn onlookers to stone. She was beheaded by the hero
Perseus, who thereafter used her head as a weapon until he gave it to
the goddess Athena to place on her shield.
In classical antiquity the image of the head of Medusa appeared in the evil-averting device known as the Gorgoneion.
Source Wikipedia