F. SCOTT FITZGERALD ~ THE BEAUTY OF LITERATURE
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I ~ POEM BY TOM SHELDON
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
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ANTONI TAPIES ~ ART AND THE MEANING OF LIFE
“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.
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CHARLOTTE BRONTE ~ A FREE HUMAN BEING WANTING TO LEAVE
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A SOUL INSIDE ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
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
Silence
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OSCAR WILDE ~ A WORK OF ART
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ANTHONY FREDERICK SANDYS ~ MEDUSA
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
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SIR JOHN LAVERY ~ THE RED BOOK
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