Up until 35 I had a slightly skewed world view. I honestly believed everybody in the world wanted to make abstract paintings, and people only became lawyers and doctors and brokers and things because they couldn't make abstract paintings.
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I Want To Live On An Abstract Plain
Ive had it with this town
I never saw those shifting skies
I never saw the ground
Or the sunset rise
I want to live on an abstract plane
Im building a frame
A place to put my ten-yard stare
Thinking of that paint
Painted in plein-air
I want to live on an abstract plane
I need a new adress
I want some new terrain
Is it north or south?
I want to live on an abstract plain
I could sit on the roof
On top of that abstract house
See my abstract view
An abstract mouse
I want to live on an abstract plane
I need a new adress
Tell me Im not insane
Is it up or down?
I want to live on an abstract plane
song performed by by Frank Black
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Mama's Boy
could't keep a secret
got a concrete skull
couldn't shut up you're an imbecile
you're an ugly dog there's
nothing to gain
you couldn't shut up got a
bad bad brain
couldn't hold your tongue you were just too young
like a two year old you told you told
you are all the same jelly bean brain
every one's a secret nerd
every one's a closet lame
ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mama's boy
don't want to work in a hot dog stand
be a busboy messenger or a doorman
it's an abstract world you're an
abstract man
abstract city don't give a damn
song performed by by Ramones from Too Tough To Die
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I Will Not Paint Those Paintings
I used to see paintings in my mind's eyes
I used to dream scenes amazing paintings
I used to dream paintings in sleep sight
paintings in details I had never seen before
paintings which stopped heart in sight shock
I knew canvases were awkward hard to carry
to travel with poems is only paper and pen
paint your paintings inspiring I write poems
I will not soul carry paint those paintings
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Divine
Poems after poems
Painted love as divine
Songs after songs
Hug and wet kiss
Are treated as eternal bliss
Paintings after paintings
Soft touch and sex
Are depicted as ambrosial
Heavenly things are in this world
Worldly things are in the heaven
Then, no difference
Between this world and the world after?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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To The Whore Who Took My Poems
some say we should keep personal remorse from the
poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus;
twelve poems gone and I don't keep carbons and you have
my
paintings too, my best ones; its stifling:
are you trying to crush me out like the rest of them?
why didn't you take my money? they usually do
from the sleeping drunken pants sick in the corner.
next time take my left arm or a fifty
but not my poems:
I'm not Shakespeare
but sometime simply
there won't be any more, abstract or otherwise;
there'll always be mony and whores and drunkards
down to the last bomb,
but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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How many people make themselves abstract to appear profound. The most useful part of abstract terms are the shadows they create to hide a vacuum.
quote by Joseph Joubert
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Some manufacturers illustrate their advertisements with abstract paintings. I would only do this if I wished to conceal from the reader what I was advertising.
quote by David Ogilvy
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I have no ideas about what the paintings imply about the world. I don't think that's a painter's business. He just paints paintings without a conscious reason.
quote by Jasper Johns
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Paintings by fliss
Colours vivid
Colours bright
Texture livid
Radiating bright
Cottages rural
Pen and ink
Not done as a mural
Shaded as the sun sinks
Autumn leaves
So vivid and right
Oh let me please
Hold them so light
Abstract art deco
Grace and whirls
Lucid memories echo
Canvas covered swirls
Beach scene
Evoking holidays abroad
Laid back and serene
Paintings on board
Sunflower so warm
Head in full bloom
Sit and look until dawn
Paintings so rich, warmth filling room.
poem by Robert Green
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Abstract Art
I've got nothing.......
I know it's something.......
It can be anything......
It can be everything!
I saw nothing
A stroke means something.
From a pauper to a king
A faucet to a sink? ?
My friend does abstract
When I view
I have to subtract
What I see
And try not to see
What it could be
And cannot be
That is the art
of Abstract.
Onlookers decide
poetry is a picture of yourself
without you having to worry
what others would say of you
poetry is your view of the world,
your side of things, your value
of things, without having to
worry where your position is
it is that lake that can make
you look impressionistic
or even abstract but it never
takes or adds to your idea
of yourself because that is
for the onlookers to decide
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Concrete and the Abstract
The concrete is visible,
the abstract is invisible.
The concrete is the outside,
the abstract is the inside.
The concrete is objective,
the abstract is subjective.
People go on searching for
God in the concrete.
'We would like to see God'
-they say.
But only the concrete can be seen;
the abstract has to be felt.
The concrete can be seen-
with the eyes open,
the abstract has to be seen-
with eyes closed.
God is inside you, as you.
You cannot stand outside God
and see Him;
you can see Him
only from the inside-
by being Him.
If you see a flower,
you can look at it scientifically.
You look at the chemistry of it,
You dissect it and
you come to know
about the components of it.
But something is missed
in that very analysis.
The beauty is missed,
because beauty is not a component.
If you ask the scientist -
'Where is the beauty that was in the flower? ’ he will say-
'That was not there,
it was just an illusion.'
'I have dissected it-
all and all,
and these are the things
that I have found.
These chemicals were there,
this matter was there,
these atoms, these molecules....
but there was no beauty.'
But when the scientist
gives the flower to his wife,
he knows deep within his heart
he is not giving her
something chemical,
He is giving to her
the beauty of the flower.
A poet said -
'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder',
But I say it lies in the heart of the lover.
That beauty is not be seen,
it has to be felt,
not from the outside,
but from the inside
by being the flower itself.
poem by Nazmul Haque
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They are imbeciles who call my work abstract. That which they call abstract is the most realistic, because what is real is not the exterior but the idea, the essence of things.
quote by Constantin Brancusi
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I will always find even the worst paintings that attempt some kind of representation better than the best invented paintings.
Mamas Boy
Couldt keep a secret got a concrete skull
Couldnt shut up youre an imbecile
Youre an ugly dog theres nothing to gain
You couldnt shut up got a bad bad brain
Couldnt hold your tongue you were just
Too young like a two year old you told
You told you are all the same jelly
Bean brain every ones a secret nerd.
Every ones closet lame
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mamas boy
Dont want to work in a hot dog stand
Be a busboy messenger or a doorman
Its an abstract world youre an
Abstract man abstract city dont give a damn
song performed by by Ramones
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Contrary Theses (II)
One chemical afternoon in mid-autumn,
When the grand mechanics of earth and sky were near;
Even the leaves of the locust were yellow then,
He walked with his year-old boy on his shoulder.
The sun shone and the dog barked and the baby slept.
The leaves, even of the locust, the green locust.
He wanted and looked for a final refuge,
From the bombastic intimations of winter
And the martyrs a la mode. He walked toward
An abstract, of which the sun, the dog, the boy
Were contours. Cold was chilling the wide-moving swans.
The leaves were falling like notes from a piano.
The abstract was suddenly there and gone again.
The negroes were playing football in the park.
The abstract that he saw, like the locust-leaves, plainly:
The premiss from which all things were conclusions,
The noble, Alexandrine verve. The flies
And the bees still sought the chrysanthemums’ odor.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Thigh Ignition
Ms Grimslee?
Have you had too much to drink?
When I said I enjoy the fresh approach,
You use to deliver realism to your artwork.
I meant that.
Did you misunderstand me?
I said, 'I enjoy sniffing your paintings! '
Not your 'panties'.
Is this the private viewing you wanted to show me?
Would you put them back on.
Let's join the others where your paintings are on exhibit!
~Forgive me!
Will you please keep this between us!
This is most embarrassing.~
I am still interested in purchasing, 'Thigh Ignition'
What scent is that did you use?
It reminds me of tuna!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am searching for abstract ways of expressing reality, abstract forms that will enlighten my own mystery.
quote by Eric Cantona
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I'd never painted anything before. I was quite content to take other people's work since I didn't care anyway about the subject matter. I approached subject matter as a scoundrel. I had nothing to say about it whatsoever. I only wanted to make these exciting paintings.
quote by Tom Wesselmann
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The End Of The World
Go if you want to
I never tried to stop you
Know there's a reason
For all of this you're feeling
Low, it's not my call
You couldn't ever love me more
You couldn't love me more
You couldn't love...
Me - I don't show much
It's not that hard to hide you
See in a moment
I can't remember how to
Be all you wanted
I couldn't ever love you more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love...
You want me to cry and play my part
I want you to sigh and fall apart
We want this like everyone else
Stay if you want to
I always wait to hear you say
There's a last kiss
For all the times you run this way
It's not my fault
You couldn't ever love me more
You couldn't love me more
You couldn't love...
Love me more
Couldn't ever love me more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love
You want me to lie not break your heart
I want you to fly not stop and start
We want us like everything else
Maybe we didn't understand
Not just a boy and a girl
It's just the end of the
End of the world
Me - I don't say much
It's far too hard to make you
See in a moment
I still forget just how to
Be all you wanted
I couldn't ever love you more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love you more
song performed by by Cure
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