Art Poems
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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My Maths Queen (Ms. Teena Sharma)
by Priya Goel
Who lies in our heart,
Makes learning fun as art.
Generated my interest in her subject,
Helped us deal with geometrical object.
I just loved the way she taught,
Made our knowledge arise from a dot.
She always motivated all,
Helped us get up, when we did fall.
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The End to My Creativity
by Ian McCleary
There's my creativity lying on any loose sheet of paper he could find. There's my creativity moving around in the work of the musician Daniel Johnston. In all sorts of grotesque characters, big breasted women, etcetera. His mind was never short of images. It seems that he was never able to stop drawing given how many drawings I was able to find by him.
I had my turn for awhile. I had a big burst of creativity, I had it for a few years. Drawing almost everyday for hours. Back when I lived in my parents basement. But when I was told, You Can't Show Them! It all changed after that. It was an end to the limitless expression I felt free to do. I figured that if no one can see my drawings, then I was not going to make anymore of them.
Fuck Literature
by Rumi Ullidov
Fuck Eliot, Fuck Joyce
Fuck freedom, fuck choice
Fuck everyone that's genius and chooses
sorrow over rejoice
Fuck Wilde and his wordplay
His genius, character display
His willingness to part-take
In doing pure art for art's sake
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The Ambiguity of The Female Nude
by Ian McCleary
There is some ambiguity as to the reasons why artists drew from the female nude. It is my belief that it served a dual purpose. The academic gave it a kind of respectable veneer, while underneath it was a way for artists to satisfy their private desires.
Both the visual arts and pornography have centered on the male gaze. This is what makes them serve a similar function to the one viewing it. The subject is fully unaware that someone is looking at her. She is in another place and time from the viewer.
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.
......
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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a fast forward chaos.
by atef ayadi
this is how i disrupt the
chaos.
you are the chaos.
not
because
you are a just part of it,
but
because you its pulse,
its restless current.
dare to disturb it?
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