Edge of Town
Forgiveness cleans the sordid soul
Your pearls are prodigal dreams
Supple beams of dusky night
Flesh of silk moonlight
Black leather gloves
Shadows gather on her bed
We are the broken vows
Jackson Pollock, Willem De Kooning
Mark Rothko, Julian Schnabel
Nature inward circles
What is the world?
Reduced to lines
Abstract bins of categories
Melody crushed beneath the absurd
Colors drenched in lithium
Come home
Deconstrutionist hell
In the quiet gallery
Couched like angry shells
Estranged
Youth is gone
These artists of frail pain
Symbols without salvation
Lee Krasner, Arshile Gorky
Are we seduced into nothing?
Philip Guston
Where to now?
The edge of town
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The attitude that nature is chaotic and that the artist puts order into it is a very absurd point of view, I think. All that we can hope for is to put some order into ourselves.
quote by Willem de Kooning
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Let Me Go
Silk clouds shine rivers of peace
Moonlight on the fallen vampires
Beauty on moss leather stars
All the hidden life in wanton time
Nothing shall ruin my soul
Just weak human flesh
Strange hearts
Here and there a clear moment
Spite coils like serpents
High notes are hard to hit
Shrunken worlds swelter
Our roads go in circles
Here we are in the broken circle
I told you I forgive you
Let me go
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Hell Bent For Leather
Seek him here, seek him on the highway
Never knowing when hell appear
All await, engines ticking over
Hear the roar as they sense the fear
Wheels! a glint of steel and a flash of light!
Screams! from a streak of fire as he strikes!
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Black as night, faster than a shadowcrimson flare from a raging sun
An exhibition, of sheer precision
Yet no one knows from where he comes
Fools! self destruct cannot take that crown
Dreams! crash one by one to the ground
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Theres many who tried to prove that theyre faster
But they didnt last and they died as they tried
Theres many who tried to prove that theyre faster
But they didnt last and they died as they tried
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
song performed by by Judas Priest
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My interest in desperation lies only in that sometimes I find myself having become desperate. Very seldom do I start out that way. I can see of course that, in the abstract, thinking and all activity is rather desperate.
quote by Willem de Kooning
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Whatever an artist's personal feelings are, as soon as an artist fills a certain area on the canvas or circumscribes it, he becomes historical. He acts from or upon other artists.
quote by Willem de Kooning
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I Sit Beneath This Tree
I sit beneath this tree,
Bared beneath the moon,
I'm touched by it's coolness,
I'm loved by it's light,
I sit beneath the tree,
The world can see my scars,
The hollow where my heart layed,
And where my soul escaped,
Then in my hand the dagger,
In your hands my heart,
As it quickly slows,
The necklace round my throat,
Slowly drips down my chest,
I sit beneath this tree,
As you hold onto my hand,
My soul it tries to fly,
With wongs broken from guilt,
I sit upon the earth,
As you hold my hands and plea,
Plea for my forgiveness,
Before the darkness takes control,
Plea for my love,
Before I journey to my grave,
I sit beneath this tree,
As you pain my death,
With your guilt and no forgiveness,
I sit beneath this tree,
As my soul it walks away,
Towards loved gates of Hell.
poem by Holly Heron
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The Good Girl
She hides the darkness in vague poise
Black silk dreams next to her hymnal
Look in the mirror what do you see?
All the illusions that pain will waste
Lonely years of being the proper you
Acting from lines well rehearsed
Molded and formed into righteousness
She aches for the touch of a sinner
The full moon rises like a lioness
Wolves howl in sweet wildness
Myths dance with ancient vampires
Children of the night sing in revelry
She writes poetry like a dictionary
No soul, no fall, no dark shadows
Her flowers are hollow and plastic
She kisses a man she doesn't know
The Good Girl cries in the moonlight
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Hello Cruel World
Hello cruel world so this is you
A broken heart a withered view
Im looking out to face another day
The angry mob, the happy mass
This birthday cake may be the last
Im looking out to find another way
Norman rockwell colors fade
All my favorite things have changed
What the hell,
Hello cruel world
I thought I heard an opera star
Who had no home under the stars
She sang and sang and sang the night away
And mother nature changed her name
She doesnt want to play the game
I dont believe shell ever be the same
So big brother never came
Howdy-doodie gets the blame
But what the hell
Hello cruel world
Fat and beautiful and strange
Monkeys dancing in a cage
But what the hell
Hello cruel world
Venus de milo grew an arm
And old mcdonald bought the farm
Say goodbye
Hello cruel world
Norman rockwell colors fade
All my favorite things have changed
But what the hell, hello cruel world
Fat and beautiful and strange
Monkeys dancing in a cage
But what the hell
Hello cruel world
Say goodbye, hello cruel world
But what the hell
Hello cruel world
Hello hello
Ooooh ooooh
Hello cruel world
song performed by by Eels
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Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote that my pictures didn't have any beginning or any end. He didn't mean it as a compliment, but it was.
quote by Jackson Pollock
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Shells
Where the long waves put cool, caressing hands
Upon the fevered temples of the shore,
And with their eager lips are telling o’er
Their strange, unspoken secrets to the sands,
Along the shining rim of cape and cove
The shells in fair, unplanned mosaic lie;
And there the children, keen of heart and eye,
Gather their harvest in of treasure-trove.
Yet this is one of ocean’s mysteries—
That, while the humbler shells the breakers brave,
The fairest are most fragile, and the wave,
Ruthless, has crushed and mutilated these!
Ah, sea of life, we, too, like children, stand
Through youth and age, expectant, at thy rim,
To pray for golden argosies from Him
Who holds thee in the hollow of His hand.
Capricious tides delude us, veer and turn,
And flash our dreams to view, again to hide;
A moment on the breaker’s crest they ride,
The while we watch, their destiny to learn.
Poor, fragile dreams! Our humbler hopes befall;
But crushed and shattered, tempest-tossed and torn,
These come to shore, the dreams of youthful morn—
Most fair, most frail, and best beloved of all!
poem by Guy Wetmore Carryl from The Garden of Years and Other Poems (1897)
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Vincent (Starry Starry Night)
Vincent
Words/music: don mclean
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summers day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps theyll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in vincents eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps theyll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and cant forget.
Like the strangers that youve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, theyre not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Life is Struggle
TO WEAR out heart, and nerves, and brain,
And give oneself a world of pain;
Be eager, angry, fierce, and hot,
Imperious, supple—God knows what,
For what’s all one to have or not;
O false, unwise, absurd, and vain!
For ’tis not joy, it is not gain,
It is not in itself a bliss,
Only it is precisely this
That keeps us all alive.
To say we truly feel the pain,
And quite are sinking with the strain;—
Entirely, simply, undeceived,
Believe, and say we ne’er believed
The object, e’en were it achieved,
A thing we e’er had cared to keep;
With heart and soul to hold it cheap,
And then to go and try it again;
O false, unwise, absurd, and vain!
O, ’tis not joy, and ’tis not bliss,
Only it is precisely this
That keeps us still alive.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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I knew de Kooning and I went to his studio so I knew about de Kooning's work. But only a little handful knew about it, you know. Maybe there were ten people that knew about it.
quote by Lee Krasner
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Hurled Into The Depths
cloaked in the dark waves of a Kachikau winter night;
the last faint gleam of hope glide,
scared out my wits, no one by my side,
who can i trust?
even my own shadow abondons me when i am in darkness!
My presumptous heart deceived me!
hurled me into depths deeper than sheol,
i have become psychologically lifeless
the path behind me is full of broken dreams.
death drenched my thoughts in red,
my soul is bald and filled with ashes of a mind burned to crisp,
the pain of my future has no cure!
a broken soul in pulsing pain,
the forces of selfishness and selflessness whip my conscience;
life beats me like a constant dream...
i have fell prey of my own evil deeds.
where is the road to the home of light?
where is the road to the house of righteousness?
Lord you disciplined me...
and i have been disciplined like an untrained calf
i ask for your forgiveness...
poem by Mpho Leteng
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Make Me Believe
Throw away my dreams
This fight for my life isnt getting behind me
And Ive been told to scream
Where no one can hear me, it doesnt mean nothing
So make me believe
Just take me away from this hell Ive created
And Im afraid
Im breaking my own vows knowing Ill go down in flames
I know this cant be right
Theres got to be something more that I can live for
And I can only hide
Inside of this sickness for so long again
So make me believe
Just take me away from this hell Ive created
And Im afraid
Im breaking my own vows knowing Ill go down
Make me believe
Just take me away from temptation thats calling me
And Im afraid
Im breaking my own vows knowing Ill go down in flames
Running in circles
Confusion is calling my name
Hiding inside of this poisoning madness again
Im tired, Im broken
Im walking along with the dead
Will I ever feel like I once did?
So make me...
Make me believe
Just take me away from this hell Ive created
And Im afraid
Im breaking my own vows knowing Ill go down
Make me believe
Make me believe
Make me believe
Im breaking my own vows, knowing Ill go down in flames
song performed by by Godsmack
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Some Dreams Come True
(d. peterson/w. igleheart)
Debbi
Ive seen the shadows fall
Colors that fade on my wall
Dressed up nowhere to go
Its all in my mind I know
But its alright now
Were on our way
Lay me down in the moonlight
So close to you
Maybe were just dreamers
Some dreams come true
Lips move but not a sound
When the words fall to the ground
Eyes watch but seldom see
The possibilities
But its alright now
Were on our way
Lay me down in the moonlight
So close to you
Maybe were just dreamers
Some dreams come true
When were together
Theres nothing we cant do
Maybe were just dreamers
Some dreams come true
Moving in circles that we create
Seeing whatever we choose
Hear only voices that call your name
song performed by by Bangles
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Some Dreames Come True
written by: D. Peterson/W. Igleheart
##Main Voice: Debbi
I've seen the shadows fall
Colors that fade on my wall
Dressed up nowhere to go
It's all in my mind I know
But it's alright now
We're on our way
Lay me down in the moonlight
So close to you
maybe we're just dreamers
Some dreams come true
Lips move but not a sound
When the words fall to the ground
eyes watch but seldom see
the possibilities
But it's alright now
We're on our way
Lay me down in the moonlight
So close to you
Maybe we're just dreamers
Some dreams come true
When we're together
There's nothing we can't do
Maybe we're just dreamers
Some dreams come true
Moving in circles that we create
Seeing whatever we choose
Hear only voices that call your name
song performed by by Bangles
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Maryanne Webber Gallery
Maryanne Webber Gallery is on Lurcerne Ave.
featuring fine American crafts, one of a kind jewelry and art glass.
Her gallery represents Florida artists and artists from around the USA,
she has been open since 1990 and is very successful till this day.
Her gallery also has metal sculptures, hand silks and wearable art,
her gallery represents Joan Edelstein, her Arts & Passion Scarf.
She also has sculptures made of clay, one of a kind and handmade.
Her gallery displays original Blue Vase of Elodie Holmes,
a beautiful sculptured piece to cherish in your home.
Also you will find a one of a kind Zip 20 Clock, by David Scherer Designs.
Home accessories that I find colorful and bright,
is hand painted Tropical Wine Glasses by Leslie Millar to drink wine at night.
Maryanne’s gallery is open Monday through Friday,10 till 5 and Saturday 10 to 4,
make sure you stop by and see what unique gifts her gallery has in store.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on November 12,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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For Enriqueta
be quiet, she will speak
what she buried many years ago
in the mausoleum of her
heart and soul
she is angry
and she has nobody
she is furious
and she has no place
to dissipate
her anger her fury her hate
her indifference as
shield
was all too weak for
her defense
be quiet,
let her speak her lines
she has learned to live the life
of an actress
let us all listen to her now
let us be sponges to absorb
the waters of her disappointments
we must listen now
let us know what she
will unearth
for if not
she will shatter like a dainty piece of glass
she will dissolve like air to a hazy atmosphere
she will disentangle into broken pieces
she will be lost
the process will be irreversible
and she will be lost forever
look at her eyes filled with anger
do not be deceived
she is not a bomb
she is a treasure wanting to be found
symbols and lines and directions
pointing to an 'x' saying that
she is still here
come, come, let us listen
our dear enriqueta is now singing....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Maryanne Webber Gallery
Maryanne Webber Gallery is on Lurcerne Ave.
featuring fine American crafts, one of a kind jewelry and art glass.
Her gallery represents Florida artists and artists from around the USA,
she has been open since 1990 and is very successful till this day.
Her gallery also has metal sculptures, hand silks and wearable art,
her gallery represents Joan Edelstein, her Arts & Passion Scarf.
She also has sculptures made of clay, one of a kind and handmade.
Her gallery displays original Blue Vase of Elodie Holmes,
a beautiful sculptured piece to cherish in your home.
Also you will find a one of a kind Zip 20 Clock, by David Scherer Designs.
Home accessories that I find colorful and bright,
is hand painted Tropical Wine Glasses by Leslie Millar to drink wine at night.
Maryanne’s gallery is open Monday through Friday,10 till 5 and Saturday 10 to 4,
make sure you stop by and see what unique gifts her gallery has in store.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on November 12,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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