Architecture is the masterly, correct and magnificent play of masses brought together in light. Our eyes are made to see forms in light; light and shade reveal these forms; cubes, cones, spheres, cylinders or pyramids are the great primary forms which light reveals to advantage; the image of these is distinct and tangible within us without ambiguity. It is for this reason that these are beautiful forms, the most beautiful forms. Everybody is agreed to that, the child, the savage and the metaphysician.
Le Corbusier in Vers une architecture (1923)
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Can One Live Without Inner Light?
Can one here live without Light?
some soil bacteria and worms can Live,
Still they need somehow that energy,
But all higher forms need light,
Constantly like to move in light,
Even the blind men too have inner Light!
Love and faith,
and those truths,
Emanated from self luminous,
Or reflected by
nonluminous,
Partly absorbed and modified,
light that obstruct light's own path,
causing fictitious forms!
Is Life illusion like
Forms created by
Laser light in vacuum?
If one has no meaning in man's eternal quest,
Let him chose his own path,
each one liberal
and can travel alone!
Can one have no light within, Might have probably not seen it,
May be light is dim or may be hidden by own cloud,
Or one may be in state of eclipse!
Let him see it before talk about outer light
and colour imparted by other self luminous ones!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Architecture is the learned game, correct and magnificent, of forms assembled in the light.
quote by Le Corbusier
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Neither is there figurative and non-figurative art. All things appear to us in the shape of forms. Even in metaphysics ideas are expressed by forms, well then think how absurd it would be to think of painting without the imagery of forms. A figure, an object, a circle, are forms; they affect us more or less intensely.
quote by Pablo Picasso
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Black
black absorbs all forms
into its formlessness
including the mind
in the sphere of black
space is one primordial
nothingness till light
awakens the ego that
propels the quest for forms
we sleep well without light
so that the mind goes back
to the form of formlessness
sleep on, sleep on
darkness sleeps well in
the absence of light
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A dance in the dark Is a nude dance
Two forms Fuse as one
Shades in the Dark with some Specks of light
A dance of Coming and going
One that tells me Out you go And yet takes Me by her hand
And without a Word the two Forms kiss
and Lose themselves In an empty space
Where the specks Of light may Turn into fire
a wild fire A burning dance A wild dance
And it stops only As the Two Lovely Forms
Become the dark And an empty space.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Dance In The Dark
A dance in the dark Is a nude dance
Two forms Fuse as one
Shades in the Dark with some Specks of light
A dance of Coming and going
One that tells me Out you go And yet takes Me by her hand
And without a Word the two Forms kiss
and Lose themselves In an empty space
Where the specks Of light may Turn into fire
a wild fire A burning dance A wild dance
And it stops only As the Two Lovely Forms
Become the dark And an empty space.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Post-conceptual Poetics(6)
post-conceptual concept of form- without- forms -and- formlessness- with -forms will reflect the contemporary existence of multi-disciplinary arts.
forms with formlessness is beyond concept
formlessness with forms is beyond concept
He Has Kept The Key In Us!
He created everything,
Yet he can't perceived by anyone,
He is behind every creations,
yet no creation is immortal or eternal,
He dwells in everyone as light in every shining stars,
He is the formless gives forms to any formless,
He moves everything, remaining himself unmoved,
Not only he is creator,
But also sustainer and destroyer,
He is playing with universe,
He paints everyone with his own ideas!
He who has created everything,
Has created that fire of right knowledge,
He gave everyone the right,
To think right, work right, and live right,
Only the righteous gets the key,
That key lost in own self,
One can open the door of heaven or hell with that magic key,
When one learns the deception of senses,
And illusion of play of light,
Turns to that pure bright light within,
Where he can see the love and peace for ever!
He is formless behind all forms,
He paints on vacuum,
He illuminate the forms,
and lift the veil of illusions,
And show his true nature,
His presence everywhere,
He is the one who fills the breath in the toys,
Make them think and work,
He is selfless,
Yet look selfish,
Sometimes play with nature,
Sitting on that magic mat called space,
Here every one are protected,
When he feels enough,
fold the sky as if we fold the mat, everything has to go into that from which they are projected!
and he himself plays his game,
We have nothing to gain or nothing to lose,
He is the one regaining,
his lost glory in Us back!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Silence Of God Does Not Imply His Absence!
Can tree survive without sunlight,
It can send its roots down,
Can absorb water and minerals,
Yet that energy it has receive as grace
Air is around it, not seen,
its effect and necessity felt!
God around and within like air,
Or that strange flow of energy,
That flows through cells,
That brilliance of knowledge unknown,
God can't be an object of senses,
God is the one who drives them,
God is Not in objects with forms,
The formless behind all forms,
Neither an animal, nor animated,
Yet animate all forms,
God has no space to move,
As he fills every forms,
Fills universe and beyond,
God is Not felt, his effects can be,
As lightwaves, or matterwaves,
As fundamental particles,
Without mass or charge,
Smaller than photon, smaller than God_particle,
Subtle of subtle, friend of all,
All are his forms,
the forms breath the formless!
God is that beauty, may be Himalayan ice,
Flow of river, cooling wind, or may be Love,
in a beautiful heart he dwell!
How can one separate God from all forms,
Can Heartless man live,
But he is Not heartless,
But only deaf and blind,
to music of musings of his own heart!
Man can't bear a little pain,
A little insult, little failure in his experiments,
But God bears every thing,
Ever cool he was,
when his experiments
failed,
Dinosaurs appeared, simply cleaned his lab,
Started experiment with a new!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Forms
Chest of golds, covered in thorns,
enclose the universe and its infinite thoughts
Mourning at the silence, creating forms.
The female forms, is the nature meanest beauty.
Draw by unwilling calmness, and chaste crops
Nest- less birds, bitter souls
Hold like clouds in the sky above.
Love is a cradle, rocked by waves,
on the ocean of calm laments, wrapped in soft wools and sobbing veil.
Where tears have forms of ablaze eyes, and diamond nights
blooming and shine at the infinite sky.
The different forms of dreams
Carry the remains of the unborn days
Escape at your eyes while you were awake,
maturing by your sleep of doubt and metamorphoses
poem by Luca Menin
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The words
Sometimes your words are mixed
With words unsaid yet,
By changing their deep of meaning.
They turn me into something,
That you do not want me to become.
It's an escape from myself
Into my deep inside.
I run from you into my depth.
And this escape save me
In a certain place,
Where nothing changes.
Those that can save me there are
Either the memories,
Or the forms of air,
Or the forms in forms......
poem by Marieta Maglas
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I think for being not unsympathetic that their appearance may also appear, so differently it, must; similarly as with animals, which meet us in very different forms, which look somehow harmonious however all. On exactly such forms I would stand.
quote by Ulrich Walter
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Pray Sincerely
There may exist various types of lamps
They'd have been from different camps.
They may exist made of various materials
They may be made for the Imperials.
They may exist in divergent shapes
In multifarious forms even as of grapes.
They may exist in many hues predominant
Made of disparate colours prominent.
They may contain oils multiform
Each with a varying viscosity norm.
They may hold distinct types of wicks
Each made of diverse sticks and picks.
Though the lamps are amply diversified
In all aspects they are one from inside.
And when all of them are ignited
Lo! They are in the same way lighted!
All have the same light energy of flame
A gas in excited state, the plasma—to name.
All forms of lamps from their foundation
Emit the same brilliant illumination.
There may exist different views of the Divine
And different paths may exist to reach the Divine.
But the mode of approach to attain the goal
Is our sincere effort to pray with heart and soul.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Gold Pieces
Interest from pieces of gold make beliefs for some,
Introduce this to the general public, and believe in some.
The demands of gold open the doors to important life;
When demanding forms are filled by the civilised boat:
Your winnings are produced before you when you dig.
In a time of precision we have feelings of grandeur,
The diamonds bear a light of loveliness, and unshakeable awe.
Let this mosaic be completed as gold is completed,
Complications arise from the forms and theories.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Triolet
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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The clarification of visual forms and their organization in integrated patterns as well as the attribution of such forms to suitable objects is one of the most effective training grounds of the young mind.
quote by Rudolf Arnheim
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Net And Ten
Praise me if you want to,
For the type of 'net' that you need are made up of 'ten' different forms;
And the 'rat' is now like the 'tar' in your room.
'Repel' the 'leper' and you will 'loot' with a 'tool'!
For the 'mug' and the 'gum' are now closer to you;
And like the 'draw' of the 'Ward' which is about to be repaired.
Take a 'step' towards my 'pets' and let me teach you,
For the knowledge of this era is like a 'mad' person watching the 'dam'!
But the type of 'net' that you need are made up of 'ten' different forms.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If it is, in reality, capitalism that is the motor force behind the destructive forms of globalization, then it must be in their capacity to neutralize or transform this particular mode of exploitation that one can best test these various forms of resistance to the West.
quote by Fredric Jameson
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The poet's other readers are the ancient poets, who look upon the freshly written pages from an incorruptible distance. Their poetic forms are permanent, and it is difficult to create new forms which can approach them.
quote by Salvatore Quasimodo
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Love Will Find A Way
My love will find a way,
It will surely get to you;
Ture love is very precious when it touches you,
It cannot be bought with money.
When the watr drops, it forms a river;
When the river flows, it forms a pond;
When the pond expands, it forms a lake;
When the lake streches, it froms a sea;
When the sea springs, it forms an ocean;
Little drops of water makes a mighty ocean,
Like the true love that i have for you.
When will i see you again my lover?
The girl i know i now a Nurse,
The girl i know is now a Lawyer,
The girl i know is now a Teacher,
Like marriages and babies! !
Life is like that but,
Take your gun and aim at a prey;
One day you will kill a bird.
My love will find a way,
It will surely get to you;
You are all that i have.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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