Art Poems
Exploitation of The Artists Work
by Ian McClearyI came upon an article from Feb 2023 about the Joan Mitchell Foundation calling for Louis Vuitton to stop using her paintings in their handbag commerical. The artists work is often exploited by those who have little appreciation for what they do. This is just one of the many examples of that. Most people would see this as good exposure for her, they cannot understand how personal a work of art can be for someone. It's not something you can just give away like that. Sometimes obscurity has it's advantages.
Continue readingExploitation of Art
by Ian McClearyI came upon an article from Feb 2023 about the Joan Mitchell Foundation calling for Louis Vuitton to stop using her paintings in their handbag commerical. The artists work is often exploited by those who have little appreciation for what they do. This is just one of the many examples of that. Most people would see this as good exposure for her, they cannot understand how personal a work of art can be for someone. It's not something you can just give away like that. Sometimes obscurity has it's advantages.
Continue readingOzzona the Snake Coach
by Christine Kuruvilla
Credits: @angelganev- ozzona the snake coach
They buried her under expectations,
Hoping they could kill her fears,
When in reality they killed their little girl,
Encasing her in a cage of undesirable temptations.
She tried to hide her hopelessness,
She tried to hide her anger,
So she hid behind others imperfections,
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A Stroke of Hypocrisy
by Kimani Hare
Destruction in the name of the Arts,
Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.
Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels
Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,
For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.
To ————— - Poem by
by Richard Crawley
1.
They tell me that thou art not such
As I have always thought ;
That I have worshipped thee too much,
Nor judged thee as I ought ;
That love is blind, and cannot see
Specks in the sun, or fault in thee.
2.
They said that many bend the knee
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Another Shore
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Abstract art reveals the broad, mauve doorway,
To the beautiful world of bold, magical colors,
Of mahogany sunset, with orange, striated display;
Or skewed, vivid homes. Of gem weeping lovers!
The pretty wave of multicolored droplets comes,
And elongated, green flowers wait at sandy shore.
Trees of bicolored blooms, rapturize in two suns.
As ladies walk calico cats. Particolors evermore!
Guillaume Stassen (Limburger in Mokkum)
by Mario Odekerken
Hij komt van het zachte land,
waar mist over velden kruipt
en stilte iets zegt.
In de stad
waar alles beweegt,
blijft hij kijken.
Niet om te vangen
maar om te tonen
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The end of certainty - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
The end of certainty is not the end of the world,
but the dawn of a deeper vision.
We believed the earth was solid, the heavens unshaken,
the laws eternal and unmoving.
Yet beneath every stone lies movement,
within every silence—an echo of change.
Certainty was our shelter,
but also our prison.
It closed the doors of imagination,
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After death - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
After death,
I will not be gone—
I will be wind, touching your skin,
I will be silence, deep within.
The body fades, the name dissolves,
But the soul—
The soul returns to the rhythm of stars,
To the breath before beginnings,
To the light that dreams all forms.
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The Training of a Monkey with a Grenade
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Training of a Monkey with a Grenade
Frol's school turns the child to ape,
With fingers clenched in a cruel shape.
Without the grenade, the vile new trend —
Neo-fascism's easy to bend.
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