But I don't think that sculpture belongs in everyday life like a table does, or like a chair.
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The Table And The Chair
Said the Table to the Chair,
'You can hardly be aware
How I suffer from the heat,
And from chilblains on my feet!
If we took a little walk,
We might have a little talk!
Pray let us take the air!'
Said the Table to the Chair.
Said the Chair unto the Table,
'Now you know we are not able!
How foolishly you talk,
When you know we cannot walk!'
Said the Table with a sigh,
'It can do no harm to try;
I've as many legs as you;
Why can't we walk on two?'
So they both went slowly down,
And walked about the town
With a cheerful bumpy sound,
As they toddled round and round.
And everybody cried,
As they hastened to their side,
'See! the Table and the Chair
Have come out to take the air!'
But, in going down an alley
To a castle in the valley,
They completely lost their way,
And wandered all the day
Till, to see them safely back,
They paid a Ducky-quack,
And a Beetle, and a Mouse,
Who took them to their house.
Then they whispered to each other,
'O delightful little brother!
What a lovely walk we've taken!
Let us dine on Beans and Bacon!'
So the Ducky and the leetle
Browny-Mousy and the Beetle
Dined, and danced upon their heads
Till they toddled to their beds.
poem by Edward Lear
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I really don't have a theme when I start a sculpture. The rock guides me to the final sculpture. I think that is true for many creative sculpture artists.
quote by Jimmy Carl Black
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Who Can See It
Ive been held up,
Ive been run down
I can see quite clearly now
Through those past years,
When I played towing the line.
I only ask, that what I feel,
Should not be denied me now,
As its been earned, and
I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it
Ive lived in fear,
Ive been out there,
Ive been round and
Seen my share
Of this sad world
And all the hate,
That its stirred
I only ask,
That what I know,
Should not be denied me now
As its been learned,
And I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it
I only ask, that what I feel,
Should not be denied me now
As its been earned, and
I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it.
My love belongs to who . . .
song performed by by George Harrison
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Who knows? Maybe my life belongs to God. Maybe it belongs to me. But I do know one thing: I'm damned if it belongs to the government.
quote by Arthur Hoppe
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Cogitation
if this chair does not exist
will i, this, chair, me, who asks,
if this chair, exists at all,
can i, exist, too? will i be dependent
on the thought of a chair
a thought of me that i think i
can touch, that i think thoughts
touching this thought of a chair
does the chair think about me,
i ask, looking for that therefore
beside the chair that i thought
is a chair, that i thought is I,
am, therefore, a chair, thinking
chair, on four feet?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So, in other words, how you respond to a sculpture, how a viewer sees the sculpture, is vital.
quote by Anthony Caro
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Everyday I Have To Cry
(arthur alexander)
Everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
There was a little boy I had planned to marry
This was my love I didnt want to share it
I thought that love would make my life bright and sunny
He said he couldnt love me cause he didnt have no money
So, everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
I got me a boy
I guess I really loved him
Every night now I was thinking of him
But you cant mix love with money
cause if you do its gonna hurt somebody
So, everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
Although I know that hes just a poor boy
Is it wrong to love cause hes not a rich boy?
Every time you mix love with money
Every time you hurt somebody
So, everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
Everyday I have to cry
Everyday I have to cry
Oh, oh
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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The Chair Don't make the Man
People see me in this chair and whisper look at that poor man over there. They believe my life is wasted all because I’m in this chair. Well I got some to say that I want you all to hear. Just like clothes don’t really make a man neither does a chair. The chair is just what I use to get me for here to there. Just like people who walk use their legs to get them everywhere. Because besides the chair I’m just like you; I laugh, I cry and yes I have sex too. Now that you all know the next time you see me don’t whisper look at that poor man over there. In fact don’t say anything just remember the chair don’t make the man.
Thieves Like Us
Ive watched your face for a long time
Its always the same
Ive studied the cracks and the wrinkles
You were always so vain
Well, now you live your life like a shadow
In the pouring rain
Oh, its called love
Yes, its called love
Oh, its called love
And it belongs to us
Oh, it dies so quickly
It grows so slowly
But when it dies, it dies for good
Its called love
And it belongs to everyone but us
Ive lived my life in the valleys
Ive lived my life on the hills
Ive lived my life on alcohol
Ive lived my life on pills
But its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
And its the only thing thats worth living for
Its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
Yes its called love
Oh, love is found in the east and west
But when love is at home, its the best
Love is the cure for every evil
Love is the air that supports the eagle
Its called love
And its so un-cool
Its called love
And somehow its become unmentionable
Its called love
And it belongs to every one of us
Its called love
And it cuts your life like a broken knife
song performed by by New Order
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That Old Rockin Chair
Mama, words can't express
How I feel about you
Especially at this Christmastime
You went out of your way,
Thoughtful gifts that you gave
A love of giving, you passed on to us
Christmastime, Lord I love you
Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair
Christmastime, oh I miss you
I still see you in that old rockin' chair
You were always there for me
Through all of your life
I still miss our telephone calls
The jokes that you told
And the laughter we shared
Oh Lord, that's what I miss the most
Christmastime, Lord I love you
Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair
Christmastime, oh I miss you
Sittin' in that old rockin' chair
Bridge:
Lord, keep her safe in your arms
Right where she belongs
'Cause I know she's in heaven
Mama, you're finally home
Oh, you're finally home
Christmastime, Lord I love you
Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair
Christmastime, oh I miss you
Sittin' in that old rockin' chair
I still see you in that old rockin' chair
Merry Christmas
Always know that I'm thinking of you
Merry Christmas
Mama, I will always love you
song performed by by 38 Special
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A Chair Is No Longer Just A Chair
it is your experience that
gives you more meaning to all those which
you think
have been too common and
insignificant,
perhaps
now you must have realized as you sit upon a chair
that someone used to sit there
and that someone waited for another to be with her
that on the same chair
there were some fears
and pains and even longings
and hopes
unrealized and by then
you see that chair not just a chair
you sit there
and you ask it
for this chair though muted by wood
will always have
a story to tell....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Table
This table is reserved an invitation for two,
only one sits alone and the other chair is bare.
He waits and waits as the hours creep through.
Stares at the empty space and wonders where are you.
He looks at his watch as another hour ticks by,
looks at the door to see who is coming through.
He feels eyes staring, probably wondering whom
he is waiting for as the minutes turn to hours.
The empty chair remains bare
as outside the sun sets as night begins to call.
This table is reserved for two, but where are you?
He thinks of all the reasons why you could be late
for this most important date.
He has rehearsed his lines of what he purposed to say.
The box with the ring within his pocket stays.
Where are you he wonders, do you love him anymore?
The negative thoughts invaded his mind
as he waits looking at the door, just waiting for you.
Finally the waiter comes along and tells him they are about to close.
He gives one last look at the door, then gets up and goes.
The reserved table for two stands empty and bare.
Those who should have sat there are gone never to return,
and as the light go out the table stands alone and forlorn.
24 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Itsalwayssomething
I look around me and I see what I wanted and what I settled for
Yeah, Ive got the heart of a joan of arc but the soul of a gigolo
Ive been good at snatching defeat from the jaws of victory
Anytime I stopped to smell the roses they drew blood from me
Do you know what I mean
You never ever get away clean
Oh, but its alright
Yeah, touchdown, turn around, flag on the play
Its always something
You know it is, its always something
Its always something, everyday, its always something
When I was a kid the teachers and the priests said,
Why you let him run around like that?
My father said, if the boy wants to play the guitar, I say we let him.
Through the hard years he was my rock
When I just could not win
So it goes yknow my father died
Just before my leaky ship came in
Do you know what I mean
You never ever get away clean
Oh, but its alright yeah
Down one, homerun, your dog steals the ball
Its always something
You know it is, its always something
Its always something, everyday, its always something
Its always something...
I step up to the table in the middle of my life
And I take my cards and I check them twice
Ive got a killer hand and Im ready to stake my claim
The cops raid the game
Its always something
Its always something
Its always something, everyday, its always something
Its always something
You know it is, its always something
Its always something, everyday, its always something
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Chair
We sat at the table talking
when we noticed from the corner of our eyes
the door seemed to open and close again.
No one took much notice of it;
each thinking it was a draft that had caught it.
Then we watched amazed
as the chair at the far end of the room
began to move on its own.
Each time it caught our attention the chair stopped.
Turning back to our conversation
from the corner of our eyes,
we watched the chair move again.
Each time it inched closer
towards the table where we sat.
Our guests and we were hypnotised
by the spectacular of the moving chair.
We had lived here for many years
and nothing like this had ever happened before.
We all watched intently the chair
with not a word being spoken.
Whatever was moving it
could clearly not be seen.
Someone smiled and said,
“That is a neat trick you must tell us all
just how you’ve done it.”
I shook my head and replied,
“It is not us doing this.”
Faces paled at the thought
of the chair moving on its own.
The chair then stopped
and the outline of a figure appeared,
its eyes were flaming red
and it stared intently at us all.
“Who are you? ” Someone asked.
“Who do you wish I be? ” The reply came
from a voice that seemed to surround us.
You could see the fear begin to inherit everyone’s eyes
as the eyes of whatever looked around at everyone.
A crackling laughter then arose.
“Who are you? ” I asked,
“You are frightening everyone.
I tell you now you were not invited;
your presence is not welcome here.
Be gone I say, be gone and leave us in peace.”
The flaming eyes stared at me
as if to devour my soul.
Outside a lightning bolt struck,
its explosion made us jump.
When we looked back,
the chair was where it should be
and the flaming red eyes were gone.
Was this an hallucination
or did we really see a ghost.
Whatever, when we returned to talking,
we abandoned the conversation
of strange phenomena we were discussing
before our encounter.
15 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Ive Got Five Dollars
Mister shylock was stingy
I was miserly too.
I was more selfish
And crabby than a shellfish.
Oh, dear, its queer
What love can do!
Id give all my possessions
For you
Ive got five dollars
Im in good conditions
And Ive got ambition
That belongs to you.
Six shirts and collars
Debts beyond endurance
On my life insurance
That belongs to you!
Ive got a heart
That must be spurtin!
Just be certain
Ill be true
Take my five dollars!
Take my shirt and collars!
Take my heart and hollers!
Evrything Ive got belongs to you!
Ive got five dollars
Eighty-five relations
Two lace combinations
They belongs to you!
Two coats with collars
Ma and grandma woreem
All the moths adore em
They belongs to you!
Ive got two lips
That care for mating
Therefore waiting
Will not do!
Take my five dollars!
Take my shirt and collars!
Take my heart and hollers!
Evrything Ive got belongs to you!
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Bacause The Night
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, and try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I a doubt, baby, when I'm alone
Love is a ring a telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With love we sleep,
with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, oh I cannot live,
forgive the yearning burning
I believe it's time to heal to feel,
so take me now, take me now, take me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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About Your Denial....
Do not think that i am speaking of death
your view must be limited like an afternoon without hope for light
You have pocketed a smile
as though you are preparing for your usual cry
Do not think that life has gone awry
like the glass that spilled the milk
rolled on the table and fell on the floor
the sound of shattered pieces of glass
that feeling of stain
that silence that expects the reverse
of what actually happened
Come to think of it
this is just a path where everyone passes
they look forward for something else
like an open door that leads to a garden
a pool
a line of coconut trees
another view of the sea
a net full of fish
Come to think about it again
i am talking about life that remains life forever
you know it well
as it is written in the main page of your heart
you feel its song
you have read each word
and your soul has mastered it well
But for the meantime that you are lost in the middle
of everyday affairs
you pretend that you have forgotten it
afraid of the next door that opens
you settle for a chair....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Because The Night
[ springsteen/smith ]
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They cant hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I doubt, baby, when Im alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They cant hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning
I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now, take me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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The Reason And Cause For Their Pain
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Someone is complaining...
About being misunderstood.
Everyday as if a ritual,
Fault is being made...
About someone else.
Everyday as if a ritual,
People are accused...
For something they didn't do.
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Some believes they have the right...
To excuse themselves of responsibility.
And everyday,
Someone is left to feel alone...
Still not getting the connection,
Between their misdeeds...
Aches and pains.
And those heartbreaks they receive,
They have come to perceive...
No one else has known!
And everyday without fail,
As sure as the ticking of a clock is heard...
These people will not see themselves,
The reason and cause for their pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Raising A Man
Lets gather round the supper table,
And tell the boy hes just as able
To die with his boots untied
Evenings come, lets settle down
And sing one more song without a frown
Sing for, sing for our voices
And more, sing for our choices,
Just dont lie, lie, lie, lie, lie...
Love must stand when raising a man... raising a man...
To teach him direction and the best that he can
And lesson one, you will run,
Sink into your chair with fright
A baby boy is born today
Where comes he from, where will he play?
Will he run or will he stand?
Now I lay him down to sleep
A state of mind, his soul will keep.
I give him words, words to say
That he might love, love everyday
Just dont lie, lie, lie, lie, lie...
Love must stand when raising a man
To teach him direction and the best that he can
And lesson one, you will run,
Sink into your chair with fright
But the night, the night night night, the nights all right...
song performed by by Live
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