Also, since art is a vehicle for the transmission of ideas through form, the reproduction of the form only reinforces the concept. It is the idea that is being reproduced. Anyone who understands the work of art owns it. We all own the Mona Lisa.
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Mona Lisa
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 1 for 8 weeks in 1950
-words and music by jay livingston and ray evans
-academy award winner from the film captain carey, u.s.a starring alan ladd
Mona lisa, mona lisa, men have named you
Youre so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only cause youre lonely they have blamed you?
For that mona lisa strangeness in your smile?
Do you smile to tempt a lover, mona lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, mona lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?
Do you smile to tempt a lover, mona lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, mona lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art?
Mona lisa, mona lisa
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa men have named you
You're so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only cause you're lonely they have blamed you
Or that Mona Lisa strangeness in your style
Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart
Many dreams have been brought to your door step
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm? Are you real Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
- Musical Interlude -
Do you smile to tempt a lover Mona Lisa
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart
Many dreams have been brought to your door step
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm? Are you real Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Mona Lisa
(words & music by j. livingston - r. evans)
Mona lisa, mona lisa, man have named you
Youre so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only cause youre lonely man have blamed you
For that mona lisa strangeness in your smile
Do you smile to tempt a lover mona lisa
Or is it your way to hide a broken heart
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real mona lisa
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art
La la la la......
For that mona lisa strangeness in your smile
Do you smile to tempt a lover mona lisa
Or is it your way to hide a broken heart
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real mona lisa
Or just a cold and lonely lovely work of art
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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One of the aspects of form that I have been very interested in is stasis - the concept of form which is not so directional in time, not so much climactic form, but rather form which allows time, to stand still.
quote by La Monte Young
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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A Sparrow's Thoughts.... (Number Six)
you can send the lie in the form
of the unemployment check, in the
form of food stamps, in the form
of Medicaid, in the form of new
policies, in the form of charity...
but the truth is you dont give a damn
until you are willing to share all
you have with fairness, until you're
willing to put your shoulders to the
load, until you're willing to get
involved in the work of equality!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Little Sister
Lisa says that it's allright
When she needs to be alone at night
Lisa says that she has a fun
And she'll do it with just about anyone.
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says
Lisa says that she's on the run
Looking for a special one
Lisa says that every time she makes his trip
She knows her heart will beat
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says
Looking for a part and some action
Going to make it feel okay
But what do you find
When the time has come on, now
Look at it run
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Grits Aint Groceries
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa was a man.
All around the world
Id rather be a fly
And light on my babys head,
Ill stay with that
Woman til I die.
A toothpick in my hand,
I dig a 10-foot ditch
And ride through the jungle
Fightin lions with a switch,
Because ya know I love ya baby,
Well, you know I love you baby,
And if I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
Well, its all around the world and I got
Blisters on my feet
A-tryin to find my baby,
A-bring her back to me.
If you see my baby,
I know shell be convinced.
If it dont send her back to me,
It just
Dont make no sense,
Because ya know I love ya baby,
Well, you know I love you baby.
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries and eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
Well,
All around the world
I never will forget
I lost all my money, my woman and my pet,
But I got to have you baby,
I got to settle for nothin less,
Give up all my good time for the sake of happiness,
Because ya know I love ya baby,
You know,
You know I love you baby.
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
I said, if I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
Eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a
Mona lisa must-a been a man.
Well,
If I dont love ya baby,
If
I dont love you baby,
If I dont love you baby,
Grits aint groceries,
And eggs aint poultry,
And mona lisa must-a been a man.
Mona lisa must-a been a man.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Mona Lisa
[Intro (spoken)]
This is the story about... Mona Lisa
That was her name...
Mona Lisa
[verse 1]
Ladies and Gentlemen, I've got a little story to tell
About Mona Lisa, and how she suddenly fell (huh)
See everyone knew her, they knew her oh so well
Now I am taking over, to release her from her spell
[chorus]
She's unforgettable, she was a legend though
It's kinda pitiful that she's gone
It's kinda incredible
She's so unpredictable (yeah, yeah)
It's time to let her go (yeah) cuz she's gone, cuz she's gone, cuz she's gone
[Verse 2]
She was taken under, drowning in her sea (huh)
Running like an angel, she was crying but could not see (oh no!)
Now see everyone's watching, as she starts to fall
Now don't have a breakdown
You will hit the freakin wall
[repeat chorus]
[verse 3]
Now Ladies does that make you cryyyyyyy? (huh)
Now Fellas you have to say goodbyeeeee
Cuz Mona Lisa's got to flyyyyy
Everyone, may we have a moment of silence? Right Here.
God
[repeat chorus 2x]
song performed by by Britney Spears
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Mona Lisa
We stood together on the museum floor
and the Mona Lisa smiled.
You held my hand, then looked at me
with tender eyes so mild.
I smiled and heard you say to me
'I'd rather look at you.'
and as we left Mona Lisa watched
and once again she knew
what a smile can do.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction. The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. The hyper real.
quote by Jean Baudrillard
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Mona Lisa Eyes - Sway B-side
I've got mona lisa eyes
I can stare through all your lies
Maybe they will come tomorrow (x3)
But it's only another day away
Look down on everything in sight
Look down on everything and say goodbye
And it's only another day away
I've got mona lisa eyes (x3)
And it's only another day away
Day away...
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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Monday Morning On The Bus
Mona sits on the school bus,
the noise of the other children
seems far away, she is indulging
in her thoughts. Lisa will get
on the bus soon. Her closeness
again. Sitting just here. Next to
me, Mona muses, patting the
seat next to her. The evening
before they had parted after
the tea. The bedroom romp
had filled her up. Each moment
seems to relive in her mind.
She looks out of the window,
passing countryside, cows in
fields, trees, birds. They had
almost drowned in the downpour
of rain from the woods to the
house the afternoon before.
Drenched to the skin. Get out
of those wet clothes, they had
been told by a parent. And they
did so. That started it all off.
Naked and drying. How had it
got that far? She thinks, watching
a girl on the other side of the
aisle of the bus talk about
watching such and such on TV.
She wonders how Lisa feels now.
The day after. After such things,
such sights, such deeds. The bus
draws to a stop. Others get on.
Lisa comes up the aisle and sits
beside her. She smiles and fiddles
with her school bag. Her fingers
nervous, like spiders on the run.
Sleep all right? Mona asks. Yes,
Lisa answers. Their eyes meet.
Mona feels a thump in her breast;
her heart seems to want to burst
open. Lisa leans closer. Dreamt of
you, she whispers. Did you? Mona
says, taking in Lisa lips moving, her
eyes, the nose. Lisa nods. Looks
around her. The bus moves on.
Mona wants to speak but her
mouth seems sealed. Lisa turns
again and looks at her. Seems
strange now seeing her clothed
after the nakedness and kissing
and holding. Lisa puts her hand
over Mona's, squeezes, touches,
flesh on flesh. Mona breathes
in deeply. The touch, the feel
of her. She thinks of the last kiss
the night before. Not now of
course. Not with others about.
Not here. They seem in a different
world to the others. Adrift on
their own ship, wild seas. Waves
of passion inside. They look away
each to a different horizon. Love
locked. Hands touching, skin on
skin. Father O'Brien would call it sin.
poem by Terry Collett
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The War
There is a sound of thunder afar,
Storm in the south that darkens the day,
Storm of battle and thunder of war,
Well, if it do not roll our way.
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Be not deaf to the sound that warns!
Be not gull'd by a despot's plea!
Are figs of thistles or grapes of thorns?
How should a despot set men free?
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Let your Reforms for a moment go,
Look to your butts and make good aims.
Better a rotten borough or so,
Than a rotten fleet or a city of flames!
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Form, be ready to do or die!
Form in freedom's name and the Queen's!
True, that we have a faithful ally,
But only the devil knows what he means!
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The Problem of the Idea
The Philosopher:
'The Problem of the 21st century
is the problem of the Origins of the Idea.'
The Idea has driven much
of human history-
a major motivator
many taken together are
Articulators;
Ideas compose all Human Dreams.
But ask what is this Idea
and silence ensues;
ask where is it
in the human mind
and we'll get charts of its activity centers
but nothing about what it is
or where it comes from.
The Scientist:
Well, we don't have to know what a thing is
to utilize it.
We can identify behaviors and integrate
them-
harness them to purpose.
Philosopher:
Sure like the Atomic Bomb. It was built because
we could integrate various disciplines
and make things go bang
without thinking of Consequence.
technical Ideas-too have consequences.
Scientist:
So you would hold up all human progress
until the over-arching Idea comes along
before we act?
Philosopher:
Ah, but note that progress that destroys
the planet is not
progress at all
but only a blind mistake;
one I might add,
that did not have
an Idea or Clue
of what lesser ideas about tinkering
could and might signal or include.
So here my point and drift
good ideas are hard to find;
cleaver ideas
like a bomb
are easier to advance.
Cosmologist:
Well here is my notion-
I hesitate to say Idea-
but there is only a little drift
between you and
the neo-Kantians
who claim Plato's Ideation
may have an empirical base.
I know, 'heavens' such an outcome;
but contemplate
Astronomy's 'Inflation Theory'
Cosomology's dark energy and matter
the implication that every electron
is 'aware' of the charge
of it's matching
opposite charge
and 'reacts' to changes
across all our known universe;
and you will have lot of 'I told you so's'
coming from the ancients.
So if human history has been driven
by Grand Ideas political, social, and scientific,
we have a need know then
what is an Idea and where
does it comes from;
and even if a great new idea
does surface
and is entirely new
how is that an entirely new idea
can be understood and acted upon
by others who did not share in its generation?
If only two people in the world can understand an
Idea, what does that mean for History?
So Idea Generation and Transmission are therefore
of one cloth and shall we say comprehendable
only by Cosmology's 'Inflation'?
Muse:
Well, if all Ideas generate in the mind
and assuming mind has a physical base
in generating mental things,
the assumption, too, must be that
the electrons of the mind are, too,
'popping in and out of the universe
in that same mind
as all Quantum things.
So are we here
dealing with the ' Mind As Portal'
between multi-existences
and Ideas are merely transmission
artifacts of that activity?
'Humm, said the Scientist
how would you study that?
Muse:
We are all becoming Poets are we not?
Poets of the Electron Dream.
Poet:
All knowledge comes from dreaming
and math, this is Einstein
but how are dreams possible
is yet
to be answered.
Yet we do dream
and we need to also ask
what is the archeology of the dream?
'The Muse said
And too,
'who is doing the Dreaming? '
Kant smiles.
So, what is the dictionary definition of 'Idea'?
i⋅ de⋅ a
/aɪ ˈ diə , aɪ ˈ diə / Show Spelled Pronunciation [ahy-dee-uh, ahy-deeuh] Show IPA
–noun
1. any conception existing in the mind as a result of mental understanding, awareness, or activity.
2. a thought, conception, or notion: That is an excellent idea.
3. an impression: He gave me a general idea of how he plans to run the department.
4. an opinion, view, or belief: His ideas on raising children are certainly strange.
5. a plan of action; an intention: the idea of becoming an engineer.
6. a groundless supposition; fantasy.
7. Philosophy.
a. a concept developed by the mind.
b. a conception of what is desirable or ought to be; ideal.
c. (initial capital letter) Platonism. Also called form. an archetype or pattern of which the individual objects in any natural class are imperfect copies and from which they derive their being.
d. Kantianism. idea of pure reason.
8. Music. a theme, phrase, or figure.
9. Obsolete.
a. a likeness.
b. a mental image.
Origin:
1400–50; < LL < Gk idéā form, pattern, equiv. to ide- (s. of ideîn to see) + -ā fem. n. ending; r. late ME idee < MF < LL, as above; akin to wit 1
Related forms:
i⋅ de⋅ a⋅ less, adjective
Synonyms:
1,2. Idea, thought, conception, notion refer to a product of mental activity. Idea, although it may refer to thoughts of any degree of seriousness or triviality, is commonly used for mental concepts considered more important or elaborate: We pondered the idea of the fourth dimension. The idea of his arrival frightened me. Thought, which reflects its primary emphasis on the mental process, may denote any concept except the more weighty and elaborate ones: I welcomed his thoughts on the subject. A thought came to him. Conception suggests a thought that seems complete, individual, recent, or somewhat intricate: The architect's conception delighted them. Notion suggests a fleeting, vague, or imperfect thought: a bare notion of how to proceed.4. sentiment, judgment.
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Based on the Random House Dictionary, © Random House, Inc.2009.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Right to differ
Its basic concept abut not the idea new,
May differ in ideas but not to ask for renew,
Press for follow up but not for review,
No need to learn and appear for interview,
Idea inherent and need not teach,
No one should think and go for breach,
Confined to self and can within reach,
Well confined thought but not to preach,
Imposing a will may be termed as autocrat,
Cleverly used in same form by beurocrate,
May also be used with brutality on mob irate,
Condemnable but words may be less to narrate,
Yu may think otherwise and differ,
Solutions many and ideas many to offer,
May continue to rage when see the people suffer,
Perception come in fore to act as buffer,
Many may not reconcile and meekly submit,
May be many lapses and but not to permit,
Will be a crucial factor but not earnestly followed,
Given broad approval but strictly not allowed,
Individuals may differ bit has less weight age,
Opinion may air but find no prominence and footage,
When perception gain support and momentum,
Nothing can stop from moving the pendulum
Rome was not built in a day,
Many perished and were kept at bay,
Path was open but foundation stone was to lay,
Concentration of thoughts and more attention to pay,
When seen logic behind the trusted opinion?
Always takes form in formation of union,
Emerge strong voice from far end of oblivion,
There leaves no way to go back to the pavilion,
It is age old theory and shall remain so,
Will follow strong reaction and torture also,
Leaving half way may turn ship in turtle,
Vigorous follow up may earn the title,
Continue to differ is always healthy sign,
One may offer resistance but finally resign,
It may have definite start and concrete result,
Even if turned the idea down may not find insult,
You will find hardly all may like it,
Light may spread when lamp is lit,
Common good may prevail and nobody is hit,
Recognition finally and no tools there to prohibit,
Such is vast concept should be dealt with aptness,
All views taken into account with firm kindness,
Nothing takes away basis right to differ,
Must have reasonableness and no resistance stiffer,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Soul feels
Its basic concept abut not the idea new,
May differ in ideas but not to ask for renew,
Press for follow up but not for review,
No need to learn and appear for interview,
Idea inherent and need not teach,
No one should think and go for breach,
Confined to self and can within reach,
Well confined thought but not to preach,
Imposing a will may be termed as autocrat,
Cleverly used in same form by beurocrate,
May also be used with brutality on mob irate,
Condemnable but words may be less to narrate,
Yu may think otherwise and differ,
Solutions many and ideas many to offer,
May continue to rage when see the people suffer,
Perception come in fore to act as buffer,
Many may not reconcile and meekly submit,
May be many lapses and but not to permit,
Will be a crucial factor but not earnestly followed,
Given broad approval but strictly not allowed,
Individuals may differ bit has less weight age,
Opinion may air but find no prominence and footage,
When perception gain support and momentum,
Nothing can stop from moving the pendulum
Rome was not built in a day,
Many perished and were kept at bay,
Path was open but foundation stone was to lay,
Concentration of thoughts and more attention to pay,
When seen logic behind the trusted opinion?
Always takes form in formation of union,
Emerge strong voice from far end of oblivion,
There leaves no way to go back to the pavilion,
It is age old theory and shall remain so,
Will follow strong reaction and torture also,
Leaving half way may turn ship in turtle,
Vigorous follow up may earn the title,
Continue to differ is always healthy sign,
One may offer resistance but finally resign,
It may have definite start and concrete result,
Even if turned the idea down may not find insult,
You will find hardly all may like it,
Light may spread when lamp is lit,
Common good may prevail and nobody is hit,
Recognition finally and no tools there to prohibit,
Such is vast concept should be dealt with aptness,
All views taken into account with firm kindness,
Nothing takes away basis right to differ,
Must have reasonableness and no resistance stiffer,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Coward
I'm in this form having
walls and ceilings
well constructed.I'm
a thinking form.I'm
the keeper of
my own idea.I'm
in this cave of
my conscience.I'm
in the solitude of
self, where only
forming forms of dreams
coexist with me.I'm
in the shadow of
my form.I'm the keeper
of everything I am and
everything I have, but
I cannot fight against
this coward that lives
inside of me, when I
need to open this door
of self in order to throw out
everything is useless and
to save the meaning of
the things I have to keep.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Hell In Deep Freeze
Only freedom of ideas is real, bondage simply is
a bondage of ideas because our IDEAS form our
reality - I am afraid I have run out of ideas today -
sitting here in the armoury where all is bound and
chained to their perceptions, limitation is the only
concept we know, limited to this time and space,
limited to saudade, nostalgia, wishing for peace
and contentment when hell is in deep freeze, my
head is burning with my soul smouldering in the
depths of Purgatory, longing for the oblivion of
sleep to melt the stone in my heart and give me
the strength to laugh at myself, looking such an
absurd, tragi-comic figure as a dwarf standing
at attention with an expressionless face just
as I learnt from studying Sam Vimes
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Far from creating a new formalism, what these can yield is something far transcending surface values since they not only embody form as beauty, but also form in which intuitions or ideas or conjectures have taken visible substance.