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FEELING OF IMMORTALITY ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

in My own creations/Poetry of Art by

FEELING OF IMMORTALITY

Please stop, I need silence inside
Be quiet, there is so much noise
No longer is it possible to live
Words are floating away from me
Dragged along with the ocean tide

My body and soul are kept in piece
While walking along this seashore
Feelings are drawn away from me
Picked up by the unpredictable tide
Gone forever dragged into the deep

New waves keep arriving onshore
The water looks so tender and soft
But at the same time so very cruel
I am much aware of my vulnerability
So small am I in the presence of you

Why did you always need control
You have drowned my personality
And the water continued to call me
Always these same waveless voices
Why didn’t you just let me drift away

A meander of tears escaping my eyes
This desperate heart of mine is leaking
Flooding my remorse and bitter feelings
A pool  which colors are nothing but dark
Slowly vaporized by the heat of hatred

The sand sticks to my feet as if a warning
But its no use I am encouraged to walk on
This luring abyss is dangerously present
A constant flux of changes but I hesitate
Before me the sun disappears at horizons end

I realize I am just focused on my own pain
Words no longer reach my sinking heart
But the emotional wound is cut too deep
I am desperately seeking my own relief
Do I honestly think this is not the end?

Monique Lucy Weberink
January, 2012



Demon and Angel with Tamara’s Soul (1891) by Vrubel

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THE MANY FACES OF BENJAMIN FONDANE

in Art & the Unconscious Mind by

The Many Faces of Fondane: Man Ray made a photographic portrait of Fondane with two heads (right) but Victor Brauner’s oil portrait has Fondane as a beheaded Holofernes.

Benjamin Fondane was a Poet, Critic and Filmmaker
Fondane (born Benjamin Wechsler in 1898, and murdered in Auschwitz in 1944)

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ANNE MICHAELS ~ ON GRIEF

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

“Grief requires time. If a chip of stone radiates its self, its breath, so long, how stubborn might be the soul”

Anne Michaels

Fugitive Pieces

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Books and Happiness

BOOKS AND HAPPINESS

  “You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy books and that’s kind of the same thing.” Anonymous Girl Reading

EMILY DICKINSON ~ ON POETRY

in Poetical Visions by

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these”
Emily Dickinson (American Poet, 1830-1886)

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D.H. LAWRENCE ~ ON HUMANITY

in Poetry of Art by

“When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,
we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don’t know ourselves.

Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,
we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,
we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like
burnt paper.”

D.H. Lawrence

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GABRIELA MISTRAL ~ DUSK

in Poetry of Art by

DUSK

I feel my heart melting
in the mildness like candles
my veins are slow oil
and not wine,
and I feel my life fleeing
hushed and gentle like the gazelle.

Gabriela Mistral
(April 7, 1889 – January 10, 1957 / Vicuna / Chile)

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MALLARME ~ THE CREATION OF SILENCE

in Poetical Visions by

“It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.”
~Stephen Mallarme

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G.B. SHAW ~ PASSION AND INSPIRATION OF THE MUSE

in Muses in a Surreal World by

* “I want my dark lady. I want my angel. I want my tempter. I want the lighter of my seven lamps of beauty, honour, laughter, music, love, life and immortality. I want my inspiration, my folly, my happiness, my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my final sanity and sanctification, my transfiguration, my purification, my light across the sea, my palm across the desert, my garden of lovely flowers, my million nameless joys, my day’s wage, my night’s dream, my darling and my star.” ~

George Bernard Shaw in a letter to Mrs. Campbell.

Mrs. Campbell 1865 – 1940 was a British actress; the first actress to play “Eliza Doolittle in George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion, which was the inspiration for the musical My Fair Lady.

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LANGSTON HUGHES ~ ON DREAMS

in Art & the Unconscious Mind by

DREAMS

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967 / Missouri/The United States)

Drawing of Langston Hughes by Winold Reiss

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BOOKS AND HAPPINESS

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JORGE LUIS BORGES ~ THE SUM

in A Mysterious Encounter with the Moon/Poetry of Art by

The silent friendliness of the moon

(misquoting Virgil) accompanies you

since that one night or evening lost

in time now, on which your restless

eyes first deciphered her forever

in a garden or patio turned to dust.

Forever? I know someone, someday

will be able to tell you truthfully:

‘You’ll never see the bright moon again,

You’ve now achieved the unalterable

sum of moments granted you by fate.

Useless to open every window

in the world. Too late. You’ll not find her.’

We live discovering and forgetting

that sweet familiarity of the night.

Take a long look. It might be the last.

Jorge Luis Borges

Painting is “Moon light over the Seine”
Henry Pether (1828-1865)

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