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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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Be sure that it is not you that is mortal, but only your body. For that man whom your outward form reveals is not yourself; the spirit is the true self, not that physical figure which and be pointed out by your finger.
The outward forms the inward man reveal - we guess the pulp before we cut the peel.
Hymn 95
Regeneration.
John 1:13; 3:3, etc.
Not all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has giv'n,
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to heav'n.
The sovereign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace
Born in the image of his Son,
A new, peculiar race.
The Spirit, like some heav'nly wind,
Blows on the sons of flesh,
New-models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.
Our quickened souls awake, and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heav'nly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.
poem by Isaac Watts
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All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife. Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself and never mind the rest.
quote by Beatrix Potter
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All outward forms of religion are almost useless, and are the causes of endless strife . Believe there is a great power silently working all things for good, behave yourself, and never mind the rest.
quote by Beatrix Potter
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Outward Bound
OUT upon the unknown deep,
Where the unheard oceans sound,
Where the unseen islands sleep,--
Outward bound.
Following towards the silent west
O'er the horizon's curved rim,--
Or to islands of the blest,
--He with me and I with him--
Outward bound.
Nothing but a speck we seem
In the waste of waters round,
Floating, floating like a dream,--
Outward bound.
But within that tiny speck
Two brave hearts with one accord
Past all tumult, grief, and wreck,
Look up calm,--and praise the Lord,--
Outward bound.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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All outward forms of change brought about by wars, revolutions, reformations, laws and ideologies have failed completely to change the basic nature of man and therefore of society.
quote by Krishnamurti
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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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Veiled Scenes Behind The Sun
Perceived glimpses cast emotions
Perceptions give glimpses
Wrapped in a draped veil
Cupped hands you hold out with discretion
An offering of vagueness
When a turning sun reveals
Truth maybe scant but
Concealing the obvious is obvious
When a turning sun reveals
Eyes meeting eyes are not insincere
When the turning sun reveals
A pall fades behind the dark side
Truth in abstention drapes around me
It revolves then evolves
Bending the beating heart
When a turning sun reveals
When the turning sun turns
There is dimness, there is luminosity
Aspirations and bleakness
For all this disappears behind the sun gloaming
poem by Eric Von Rohr
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We learn this by the precepts that Jesus left. He observed that the people were looking outward, and assured them that the kingdom of God cometh not with outward observation; and for this reason, that it was only to be known in man.
quote by Elias Hicks
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My religion consists of a humble admiration of the unlimitable superior who reveals Himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble minds. That deeply emotional conviction of the presence of a superior reasoning power, which is revealed in the incomprehensible universe, forms my idea of God.
quote by Albert Einstein
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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
Naked, Not Nude
The nude reveals her naked skin,
looking healthy, free and fresh,
but the naked girl will win
more attention with her flesh,
gaining sympathy for sin.
It’s the private revelation
of the feelings she reveals
which excite imagination
that the nude’s bare skin conceals,
Cheshire cat without a grin.
2/13/06
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Killed In Action
Your ' Youth ' has fallen from its shelf,
And you have fallen, you yourself.
They knocked a soldier on the head,
I mourn the poet who fell dead.
And yet I think it was by chance,
By oversight you died in France.
You were so poor an outward man,
So small against your spirit's span,
That Nature, being tired awhile,
Saw but your outward human pile;
And Nature, who would never let
A sun with light still in it set,
Before you even reached your sky,
In inadvertence let you die.
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Love Sonnet 164 O Rose, You've Bloomed Rosier, Though Bitter
O Rose, you've bloomed rosier, though bitter,
How many hopefuls waited by your door?
Their dreams lie there, among shreds that litter,
Were they not the ones who adored you more?
Some bees came to see, and yet left empty,
Was it true, there's no nectar, no one sips?
Those who aimed lower, hit your thorns, plenty,
Is mine way higher that could reach your lips?
Your cell shuts the world out, but locks you in,
If as chrysalis, what you would intend,
Come out soon, as butterfly all out to win
The world, as outward forms you did transcend;
......Yet, till then, dreams may die, this fool implores,
......And God forbid, that one such dream be yours.
.
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poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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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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Tender Is My Touch
Tender is my touch,
I know.
Although my balled fists...
When unclenched,
Reveals a gentleness
Of my fingertips.
Each day I grow,
With patience that comes.
From my head to my heart...
Masquerading yet welcomed.
All obstacles faced...
Are not completely removed.
Of this I am aware.
But none of this,
Is deserving for either one of us...
For me to prove to you.
There is more inside me than conflict.
And as I grow,
I'm more willing to show it.
Since I too wish for more happiness.
But how can I desire for more peace to thrive...
If I expose only resistence.
Without expressing how I feel inside.
And you are not aware I hide.
When only my exterior...
Reveals that strong side,
Of a need to carry my pride outside.
Tender is my touch,
I know.
Although my balled fists...
When unclenched,
Reveals a gentleness
Of my fingertips.
Come closer...
Come.
And be a witness to it!
Hold me.
I too have fears.
But I'm wishing them not to exist like this.
Come closer...
Come.
And be a witness to it!
Sit and let's develop trust.
We can if this is what we wish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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