Open Link Monday
Calling all toads to the garden…
Calling all toads to the garden…
Monday, November 21, 2011
Arthur was originally from Los Angeles, California, USA and lived in Antelope Valley his entire life.
At the time of our meeting, he had been doing construction for 15 years and said he did painting, drywall “and a little bit of everything.”
Image Credits: Bat-Ami Gordin © 2017 all rights reserved. Credit if you use it, please.
Begin with a wash of black
for all is dark
when not exposed to light.
Deceive the stupid multitudes
like Pharisees and friars
who make employment
of delusions
and false miracles;
who suffer from their own opinions:
the greatest of all deceptions.
Confusion
round and about
the universe:
Mist mingles with Air.
Water flows turbid,
mixes with Soil and Dust.
Though each with each,
Fire remains on its own.
East rushes Westward.
South to the North.
With great noise,
trembling with fury
the artist must express until
painting becomes poetry
that is seen; never heard.
And poetry heard; not seen
is written from painting.
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This was written and posted for:
dversepoets Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft –
Prose to Poetry by Claudia where we were supposed to select a piece of poetic prose, reformat it to look like a poem, rework it to meet your standards for poetry.
Instead of choosing one text, I found some quotes by Leonard da Vinci and melded them into a poem:
Photo credit: Freaking News Photoshop contest – Leonardo da Vinci pictures, directions to artists were:
In this contest you are asked to show how paintings and inventions by Leonardo Da Vinci would look if he created them these days. Show his modernized work created simply for art, or for commercial purposes (advertising, political campaigns, etc.)
On Henderson Hill any time of the year the branches arabesque in the breeze. Birds boldly appear, on the tips of twigs that smear into clouds from the trees. As a doe grazes calmly with her twins, the heavens and sky, seem to freeze. Prepare your mind to paint serenity; equanimity pacifies enduring unease.
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On of my Twitter friends TERRILL WELCH painted the above painting, and it is for sale. I liked it so much that I wrote this little poem for it.
Terrill thinks the best link for this poem might be the one directly to the painting process at http://creativepotager.wordpress.com/2011/05/02/story-of-the-henderson-hill-original-oil-painting
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