Even as the center holds,
various preconceptions
of mirrored identity,
(sensible face,
pedestrian limbs,
imagined organs),
fragment and
peel away,
shedding more than was known.
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Enchanted by fragmentation
I’m reluctant to leave
this sweet and bitter place
where honeyed magics
wing through space,
pollinating thought
and flesh, and dreams.
Waiting becomes me.
I paint the walls with lightning.
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Fragmented by enchantment,
a cellular accommodation
reforms my reformation
in a dance of Buddha love,
an attitude of slow turning
across the wavering tiles,
where I shape and shape again
the slow dissolve
of the waiting room I was.
photo collage and poem by clinock
Your first line John, holds the spell then casts the enchantment as only relationship can. The push, the pull of the beloved on every cell of the internal. Combustible fuel or candle light?….fever blazing or simply shining in the eyes of the beholder. I’m glad you are revisiting these John….this one is a gem.
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You penetrate to the essence as you so often do. Thank you Jana, for this and for validating my time traveling…
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What can I say John except… brilliant image and poetry. What I wonder is how you feel now when you revisit this…. do the words and image resonate more strongly, more meaningfully. Has time influenced how you feel about this blog?
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Interesting questions Robert, thanks for your curiosity. I’m guessing you revisit your art from time to time, not so much the work that you live with every day but the almost forgotten pieces in storage. If you do then you know the kaleidoscope of ideas and feelings that flow out. Probably yours not that different from mine when I do the same or indulge in this redux series. Seems personal changes have been rapid and amazing since I opened art rat. When I travel back and pick a post I remember who I was and where I was when it emerged. It’s like looking back at entries in a diary. I relive the moment, honour it and let it go. To be honest though I am diligent and discriminating when I choose which posts to redux and which to forget. The choices I make must illuminate some aspect of who I was and who I am now. I ramble on my friend and am unsure if I have answered your questions at all…sorry, it’s this endless Vancouver rain rotting my brain…
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Understand completely except here it is the near endless Aussie sun beating down on my head which is hard to escape.
Unlike you I rarely go back to previous works but I can see the benefit of doing so. I have always looked at my creativity as a tap or well which is OPEN and continuously FLOWING> My job is to hang on and go with that FLOW!
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mind maps
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continuos lines
overlapping old places
continuous lines
updating portraits
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this is said well Geo
this is said with the eye of the eagle
riding the high thermals
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Oh! I love this!! 🙂
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Wonderful to hear that Akuokuo, thank you…
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🙂
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