He drove his kind of realism at me so hard I bounced right into nonobjective painting.
quote by Jackson Pollock
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There is one thing the photograph must contain, the humanity of the moment. This kind of photography is realism. But realism is not enough - there has to be vision, and the two together can make a good photograph.
quote by Robert Frank
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Letting You Go
It ain't no fun lying down to sleep
And there ain't no secrets left for me to keep
I wish the stars up in the sky
Would all just call in sick
And the clouds would take the moon out
On some one-way trip
I drove all night down streets that wouldn't bend
But somehow they drove me back here once again
To the place i lost at love, and the place i lost my soul
I wish i'd just burn down this place that we called home
It would all have been so easy
If you'd only made me cry
And told me how you're leaving me
To some organ grinder's lullaby
It's hard, so hard - it's tearing out my heart
It's hard letting you go
Now the sky, it shines a different kind of blue
And the neighbor's dog don't bark like he used to
Well - me, these days
I just miss you - it's the nights that i go insane
Unless you're coming back for me
That's one thing i know that won't change
It's hard, so hard - it's tearing out my heart
It's hard letting you go
Now some tarot card shark said i'll draw you a heart
And we'll find you somebody else new
But i've made my last trip to those carnival lips
When i bet all that i had on you
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, so hard
It's hard letting you go
It's hard, so hard, it's tearing out my heart
But it's hard letting you go
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Painting is the representation of visible forms. The essence of realism is its negation of the ideal.
quote by Gustave Courbet
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Some of the poetic writers who insert passages of realism in their texts have no underlying philosophy to uphold them, and revert to realism.
quote by Marguerite Young
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To Be (Love Poem)
Sometimes it’s hard to be apart
Sometimes it’s hard to be brave
Sometimes it’s hard to be cold
Sometimes it’s hard to be daring
Sometimes it’s hard to be early
Sometimes it’s hard to be friends
Sometimes it’s hard to be good
Sometimes it’s hard to be happy
Sometimes it’s hard to be in-love
Sometimes it’s hard to be just
Sometimes it’s hard to be kind
Sometimes it’s hard to be lovely
Sometimes it’s hard to be mellow
Sometimes it’s hard to be nasty
Sometimes it’s hard to be out
Sometimes it’s hard to be poor
Sometimes it’s hard to be quiet
Sometimes it’s hard to be ready
Sometimes it’s hard to be simple
Sometimes it’s hard to be together
poem by Ian Beckett
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I kind of do the drawing with the painting in mind, but it's very hard to guess at a size or a color and all the colors around it and what it will really look like.
quote by Roy Lichtenstein
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Who Was Driving?
Once I drove a car with my eyes shut.
I thought God was guiding me.
Turn right... turn left... you're doing fine...
I heard a huge bang as the car
bounced the curb.
In my memory I was alone,
but a friend says my
son
was in the back:
I dedicate this to him, with an apology.
poem by John Garth Raubenheimer
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Yes, you know sometimes, we started out thinking out how strange our painting was next to normal painting, which was anything expressionist. You forget that this has been thirty five years now and people don't look at it as if it were some kind of oddity.
quote by Roy Lichtenstein
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I Just Drove By
I always go the other way
But my car drove me down today
To a little house on the older side of town
Back when things were never hard
I used to play there in that yard
And I just drove by to see if things had changed
Cokes were just a nickel then
And across the street at the five and ten
A lot of things were cheap and square and strange
And the life we had might have been
But it was one we loved believing in
And I just drove by to see if things had changed
I wondered now
If love is still the way it was back then
I need to know
That life is still a place worth living in
There it is, just like it was
A house where there was always love
I just drove by to see if things had changed
In a world thats seen its better days
Its good to know some things remain
The same, though standing still is not times way
Take to heart while in its spring
That love is just a fragile thing
I just drove by to see if things had changed
song performed by by Wynonna Judd
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Painting The Walls
painting the walls,
rolling over handprints,
cobwebs, and smoke stains....
over splashes of color,
over peels of time.
painting over the sounds
of voices whispering, laughing....
painting over tears hidden
from the world, from each other.
painting over running, and working,
working all day and half the night.
painting over children, and dreams,
folded like old clothes, and put away.
painting over notes from God,
that were often barely noticed...
painting over the nail that held
up the clock, hands moving slowly,
turning the seasons of living....
painting over the final words,
the last breath held in the hands,
of lives written in the grain....
the testimony of each feeling....
painting the walls,
and brushing the corners,
as if we never lived!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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While we look to the dramatist to give romance to realism, we ask of the actor to give realism to romance.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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Romantic Poet And Memory Of Magic Realism - Wael Moreicheh
ROMANTIC POET AND MEMORY OF MAGIC REALISM
life still fact of dream small village
in unfinished seas a sailor can not visit the land
or say can god of souls stopped death for ever
magic realism our story
through broken economic'my economic under zero hours '
as peace in middle east
poem by Wael Moreicheh
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I believed in realism, as summarized by John McCarthy's comment to the effect that if we worked really hard, we'd have an intelligent system in from four to four hundred years.
quote by Marvin Minsky
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I have this certain vision of the way I want my comics to look; this sort of photographic realism, but with a certain abstraction that comics can give. It's kind of a fine line.
quote by Daniel Clowes
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Don't Get It Twisted
Don't wait to die...
To be acknowledge and glorified,
For time you spent
Bounced back and forth
In emotional ping pong!
Underplayed and less fulfilled.
Here on Earth.
Acknowledge your time,
Bounced back and forth...
In emotional ping pong,
Spent on Earth.
Played with the best of your ability!
Champions know about failure.
That does not stop them from being champions!
You will win and lose!
Win and lose again!
That's the nature of the game.
Then die.
Rest in the kind of peace,
You were killing yourself
Attempting to achieve!
You have been freed...
Knowing you are still manifesting your joy!
And you knew you didn't have to wait for death,
To initiate any of it!
Don't get it twisted!
Know just how important you are!
Dedicated to and Inspired by:
'To my dear friend...and 'empathy' coach...LOL
Philomena McGee'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Modesty is high in view.
A painting free of cost;
A painting with a tag;
A painting not for sale;
The third soars high in view.
24.10.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I needed an outlet in high school and came across painting. I've actually been painting longer than I've been acting. A movie is a collaborative effort, and with painting you just have yourself.
quote by James Franco
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Why I Feel I Want To DIE
It all started when I first saw her.After awile I asked her out she said yes I was so happy.What drove me to ask her was her smile her laugh her beautiful brown eyes and her voice.We dated for two weeks then one day at school i bought her a dog then she said'I have to call you'.I said'why not text me'.She said'I going to break up with you.'I was devastated I through the dog on the roof.I cried for days I still cry and I have to she her every day.I get my anger out by pretending the soccer ball is who she is dating and I kick it as hard as I can.I do the same thing with the baseball it has a crack in it I hit it as hard as i can.When were playing dodge ball I do the same thing.But still I am depressed and hopeless
p.s. i know its not a poem its what drove me to write poems
poem by Mistery Mistery
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But when I worked on a painting I would do it from a drawing but I would put certain things I was fairly sure I wanted in the painting, and then collage on the painting with printed dots or painted paper or something before I really committed it.
quote by Roy Lichtenstein
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Daggers In The Eyes
Some people
I saw
Some daggers in their eyes
A constant gaze
The gaze about to kill me
Or provoke me
To an extent
That I do something
To turn the daggers away
Aimed at me
The whole bunch of people
And their common intent
Having daggers in their eyes
Unleashed
And in control of a spirit
A calm effect was needed
And after a night
The spirit had gone
Like a virus
And slowly
Softness retuning to the eyes
Of those people
Some evil averted
Or magic of the village
In a reality that was
Though not palpable
But for the spirit
Harsh
And my experiment with magic realism
So the realism was
Subjected to magic
With a long line
And a time span
But I knew what it was
Instead
The daggers were pulled down
Softness returning
Experimenting with magic realism
And some demons of love
Some vital interests
And the dark side of the feminine
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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