Category: Sketches
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Painting is a Prison
No motion in painting Save the brush stroke Permanently locked in Line structure & 2 Dimensions Trapped on the canvas Never offering the subject The opportunity To exercise Free will. Painting is a prison.
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Observer of a New Light
We enter Asking for your attention The town crier Speaking of the here And the now Present for this expression Of the hearing Spoken in clear and present tense The words of the people So that they may be heard: What they say— How they say— That we may say about them And this place;…
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Poetry Is A Prison
Poetry is a prison Capturing Things Onto Pages Leaving Every thing On the Shelf ||| || |||| Poetry is a privilege Turning Things Into Words ||| /||| | Poetry is a gift Giving Things To The People Saving Things By The People Remembering Things Of The People
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Poets Bureau
The poet stands sentinel, memory of the City. I am needed in the streets. Town crier. Breaking Muse. Calling forth the words of this generation. MindScribe. Writing into the minds of the people; making them remember to be free. We must compose a new poetry. Democratic verses aspiring towards our words in common.
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Plato Bans The Bard
As Plato would have it (though I can’t help but point out that science alone turns dirt under the foundations of his world view), the poet is to be exiled from the perfect society. As a young man, I would sit in the canyon and read The Republic in the cool breeze of the summer…