Tag Archives: art

Voice of a Loon


Picture taken by my Dad

When you learn that the world is mystical,

Dealing with science creates enigma,

Without worries, life may seem whimsical,

But creative fires smoke with stigma,

When praise embraces the smudge of the cloud,

We are enabled to feel clean and proud,

A message may come through quiet or loud,

Yet others must strain to get past the shroud,

Through morning fog we hear the crying loon,

Like songs we hear meaning behind the tune,

Just a bird or does it join in your dream?

Life and art may change, seen through rising steam,

Advances, grandeur, the modern day’s plan,

Pure truth still taught by an ancient shaman

Critical Mass – Surviving Art – Saving Grace

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This is just another sonnet about being creative and how supposed art or work can sometimes be received  ( Not always- just sometimes – or in some cases).  I try to remain upbeat.  Lucky for me I can find other work to pay the bills, and have my artistic side, and education goals to live off.   It is still nice to be able to share images.  There is something still welcoming about this scene.

Hold tight to the end, when optimism shines through or pays off.

Critical Mass

Surrender now to the critical world,

It is different light, from which they see,

On the verge of holding heaven unfurled,

Instead they decide to crucify me,

Awake!  Did you hear that?   Are you aware?

The beaten has risen from where it lay,

Scrutiny of words, with a cross to bear,

The goal has been taken, now I will pay,

No fate on this earth has been sold for sure,

Unless the die is filled, it is not true,

The water you drink within wine is pure,

The flesh you shed may it never be new,

Work that you behold they may never know,

Saving grace can change the way it will go

Prometheus’ plea


Prometheus Rising

Perception may be necessarily true,

Your vision comes first, then I’m after you,

At some times that depends on what you construe,

In parallel I’m perceived first –  we must assume,

Now I have found just what I’m looking for,

Optimism growing and opening your door,

Focusing on time with our face in the screen,

Avoiding turbulence in life if you know what I mean,

A disgruntled soldier faces endless days,

To find a new passage to the happy place,

Smiles on the inside now that it is better,

Fought off suffering when under the weather,

Here’s a slice of heaven to brighten the earth,

What was found in the stars gave creative mirth,

Before climbing to the sun – chained to a rock,

Day tomorrow the same, swear to break the lock,

Eagle eyes my own as my liver’s eaten,

Desires to find the mood has left me beaten,

Mighty Zeus high above: why is it wrong to share?

The fire is finely crafted to make us more aware

I started this poem this weekend (partly inspired by Percy Bysshe Shelley and a supervisor…).  For now I have finished it.  In myth Prometheus stole fire from the sun (metaphor for art) and was punished by Zeus.  In the end, I tie this into the blog below.

It has been drawn to my attention that mindfulness, by convention – is only mindfulness of the present.  Sorry if I have reworked that to include mindfulness of the future and past.   In the traditional definition: focus on breathing, and sensations, without pain – in the present moment is very powerful.  This is a hugely popular and – in fact: ancient strategy.  I do not want to discredit myself or offend anyone by mistreating this important term.

My layman’s take on it is that thinking about or being mindful of other thoughts is also effective to avoid pain or depression.  Maybe I am looking at a homonym for mindfulness that might be defined as: being full of thinking (and productive thinking).  To me thinking about a good time or a future moment of content can take my mind to a better place,  and include planning.  This has been therapeutic for me.  We are all different.  I hope that these ideas help, but I can’t be sure.  When I am doing a tedious job, I often make plans for the future and set goals.  This helps me get by and time seems to move faster.

I guess Prometheus may have been condemned because art may be very unique.  To try to share art (for example: ideas about mindfulness), with the masses – he must appeal to everyone.  That is extremely difficult or impossible.  What appeals – or is therapeutic to one person may be the opposite for someone else.  It seems to be a straight-forward metaphor that art – like fire: can be dangerous in the wrong hands?   I still think that Zeus could go easy on him, especially if Prometheus was able to finally prove that his art had a general utilitarian value.