Comparative Insight Artistic
filed capitalism's dossier
cool cash sought
equates to art defiled
unless deified...
art as struggling artist
Vincent van Gogh
insane life rejection
teeming life prolific vision
art as financial investment
Vincent van Gogh
insane life rejection
teeming life resurrection
is framed a still life
millions paid today
for a never not once
in life sold painting
Capitalism values art best
as dead works eagerly sought
from lightning stroke hand
of classical dead master
Art as investment
art valued as original
what worth a copy?
what worth living artist?
Retrospect is
is not defined value
for the market
for the masses
To echo appreciation
to echo values
what appreciation
of lessons learned?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Comparative Insight Combined
A poem like
*It Would Be Wrong*
requires true
perspective insight.
It is not
to everyone’s taste
John Oconnell
reads it well
rates with true
individualistic
insight compares
with H. W. Auden
‘i dont know
what your religion
or absence thereof is
but this is good social
conscience.
rhythm and form good.
in spirit could be Auden.
john’
High praise indeed
‘unsurpassed technical virtuosity
and an ability to write poems
in nearly every imaginable verse form;
the incorporation in his work
of popular culture, current events,
and vernacular speech; and also
for the vast range of his intellect,
which drew easily from an extraordinary
variety of literatures, art forms,
social and political theories,
and scientific and technical information.’
i too have read Auden
my *Quest* poem
is considerably longer
than his lighter versions
complex explano... part given
recognition is required
to foster promote
heartfelt social change
John apparently possibly
a fellow warrior
in war waged against
social evil/ exploitation/ injustice?
perceives social wrongs
embedded in Neo-Liberalism
exclusion women minorities
rates perceptive insight
minions of lesser learning
imposes official recognition
as self perceived system
an autocratic dictates
filed capitalism's dossier
cool cash sought
equates to art defiled
unless deified...
art as struggling artist
Vincent van Gogh
insane life rejection
teeming life prolific vision
art as financial investment
Vincent van Gogh
insane life rejection
teeming life resurrection
is framed a still life
millions paid today
for a never not once
in life sold painting
Capitalism values art best
as dead works eagerly sought
from lightning stroke hand
of classical dead master
Art as investment
art valued as original
what worth a copy?
what worth living artist?
Retrospect is
is not defined value
for the market
for the masses
to echo appreciation
to echo values
what appreciation
of lessons learned?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I can very well do without God both in my life and in my painting, but I cannot, suffering as I am, do without something which is greater than I am, which is my life, the power to create.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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Upon Gazing At The Cut Sunflowers Of Vincent Van Gogh
upon seeing the cut sunflowers of vincent van gogh
i cannot but think about the tragic moment when
he cut his ear, when blood oozed
when at the end, finally he took his life away,
this thing happens when one knows much about
the life of another
this familiarity that breeds contempt,
and so gazing again at the painting of vincent,
i start with real sunflowers in my mind, the one that mother
planted in her garden when she was alive,
i think of the sun and the sunshine touching my face
i think about warmth and life and oozing verve
the vivacity of all things around my little world,
the field of sunflowers and the bees and the butterflies
and birds
i pretend i have not read about the life of vincent
i pretend i have not heard about the stories of mother
i just gaze again at the cut sunflowers. just that.
now there is joy in my heart. The suicide story does not exist
in the bold yellow petals, on those three huge sunflowers
look at them again, they are the symbols of our smiles.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Wished Upon My Life Today
I wished upon my life today
I wean upon my life today
I bet upon my life today
I borrowed upon my life today
I feasted upon my life today
I fell upon my life today
I paid upon my life today
I plead upon my life today
I frowned upon my life today
I flew upon my life today
I smoked upon my life today
I shitted upon my life today
I pissed upon my life today
I pass upon my life today
I sneezed upon my life today
I sneaked upon my life today
I asked upon my life today
I ate upon my life today
I wept upon my life today
I won upon my life today.
I prayed upon my life today.
poem by David E. Patton
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What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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The way to know life is to love many things.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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Vincent Van Gogh
As innocent as Vincent was, the world had its effect,
Yet he survived so long because his soul chose to reflect.
For Nature called him to the field where wheat was known to swirl
And Vincent saw great truths revealed in every twist and curl.
As diligent as Vincent dreamed his vivid dreams each night,
He couldn't match the sun that streamed vivacious golden light,
Nor could he match the stars that shone their silver diamond specks,
Until the dawn with darkness gone, when stars go on their treks.
As patiently as Vincent cared, his heart as good as gold,
So rarely were his paintings shared, esteemed, cherished or sold,
Yet he was loath to quit his craft, that stirred his very soul.
He felt the scorn when others laughed, yet yearned to keep control.
As preciously as Vincent's art was hailed beyond his death,
How sad each artist has to be part and breathe his final breath.
How sad to suffer poverty, an outcast, nothing more.
Yet beauty is his legacy, no artist can ignore.
Take note, therefore, of Vincent's life, his tragic treasure trove.
The fiercest fight against his strife, how valiantly he strove.
Each artist has his Everest, the cold, cool ice to climb,
Yet Vincent leaves each heart impressed and that is quite sublime...
Denis Martindale, copyright December 2010.
poem by Denis Martindale
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An artist needn't be a clergyman or a churchwarden, but he certainly must have a warm heart for his fellow men.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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Haiku In Colours
van gogh
in the field
etching haiku
onto canvas
each stroke
a colourful haiku
for posterity
sunflowers
eleven brothers vie
for attention
the fortunate ones
coloured bright yellow
the rest resign
themselves to fate
bow humbly
and live in the others' shadows
eleven lucky blooms
worth more than a hundred millions
they do not fit into my pot
but in my heart they blaze in glory, always
van gogh's genius pours
unrelentingly
from eye to eye,
heart to heart
igniting the artist's passion
in each of us
once in a while, i too feel like
etching haiku in colours
encapsulating that extraordinary moment
ideas in wondrous colours, shapes and dreams
so that they too would turn out to be loving works of insanity
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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My Life
I am not dead but still I miss
My loved ones, my family; the life I had
As I am dead in death amiss
Without my life, sorrowful and sad
My life is not the greatest nor a success
But a life it is and is what's truly mine
I pray to God for God to bless
My life, my friends, my family blood line
What I would do to live forever
And in youth with my life's joy
Live with my family, never to sever
From them as an eternal boy
My grandparents, my parents, my sisters, my brother
Always together, always with each other
My life, a life, worth living…..
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.
quote by Vincent Van Gogh
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The Best Gift One Can Receive
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
People wait until it is too late,
To live their lives from a basic point of view.
Believing the purpose of life is in acquiring things,
To pursue with a flaunting of pretentions.
Today people are teaching their children,
It is okay to take from others.
Then find what they have done,
Disappoints with the results that come.
Today people do not accept,
Their own consequences they face.
Only to place blame and find fault,
With those directions they chose to take.
Awakening from values placed,
On the emptiness of symbols and images...
Can save a lot of waste of one's appreciation,
For others and their worth as human beings.
Awakening before it is too late,
To self examine...
Is not a sign of weakness.
It is the best gift one can receive.
Afterall...ultimately,
Is it what one has that delivers to them happiness?
Or...
Is it the caring of someone shown that is freely given,
And genuinely felt and known...
That validates with an acknowledgement,
What they have been seeking that is regarded as progress.
'I've given you every 'thing' that money can buy.
And you act as if I don't exist.
It is as if...
I don't know who you are,
Anymore.'
~Oh?
And 'who' are you?
Who are 'we'?
WHAT are we?
Machines are being made...
To 'do' what we 'do'.
Other than self destruction...
What other purpose do we serve? ~
'I'll see you later.
When,
Hopefully...
You are in a better mood.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Are No Minutes Kept Backed Up
There are no minutes kept backed up,
To put aside to decide to live them.
There are no minutes that can be stored as such,
For one to decide life is worth living.
There are no minutes kept backed up.
None one can say they have wrapped up.
There is no one on Earth with that much luck...
To decide when their life is worth the living.
People think they should be shown some proof,
That a life they live is worth the living.
While they isolate themselves locked up in coops,
To decide that a life they live is worth the living.
While awaiting for someone to approve what they do,
That a life given to them is worth the living.
With a choosing of every move...
Excusing some choices while others are removed.
To clarify that a life they live is worth the living.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of my own work I think that the picture of peasants eating potatoes I did in Nuenen is after all the best I've done.
Vincent van Gogh in letter to Wilhelmina van Gogh (1887)
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Long Life
Baby , you told me your life is wrong
And theres no sense in seeing it through
But Ive got my eyes open all the time
And Ive been waiting for you
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears, take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
Im just a guy from outside your world
And theres no words that I can say
But Ive got a feeling that youre the girl
To take all my love and just run away
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears , take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
(break)
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears, take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
cause its a long life and well worth the living
A long life and well worth the living
Its a long life
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Comparative Insight
A poem like
*It Would Be Wrong*
requires true
perspective insight.
It is not
to everyone’s taste
John Oconnell
reads it well
rates with true
individualistic
insight compares
with H. W. Auden
‘i dont know
what your religion
or absence thereof is
but this is good social
conscience.
rhythm and form good.
in spirit could be Auden.
john’
High praise indeed
‘unsurpassed technical virtuosity
and an ability to write poems
in nearly every imaginable verse form;
the incorporation in his work
of popular culture, current events,
and vernacular speech; and also
for the vast range of his intellect,
which drew easily from an extraordinary
variety of literatures, art forms,
social and political theories,
and scientific and technical information.’
i too have read Auden
my *Quest* poem
is considerably longer
than his lighter versions
complex explano... part given
recognition is required
to foster promote
heartfelt social change
John apparently possibly
a fellow warrior
in war waged against
social evil/ exploitation/ injustice?
perceives social wrongs
embedded in Neo-Liberalism
exclusion women minorities
rates perceptive insight
minions of lesser learning
imposes official recognition
as self perceived system
an autocratic dictates
filed capitalism's dossier
cool cash sought
equates to art defiled
unless deified...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Life
Life is precious
A gem on the sands of shores.
Though often treated as if it matters little.
Life is the beauty of the world.
As a rose, it blooms in season.
Hides in it the souls of all reasons.
Life is the sun it comes and then goes
Each life adds something new
Good or bad is what we make of it.
Life is worth living.
Sometimes worth dying for-
but never in life you throw away.
Each life must be treasured its very natural end.
copyright © 2012
poem by Godfrey Morris
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Above Yesterday
Life’s Yesteryear of Yesterday’s
Guides your path for today’s parade,
It is always today.... tomorrow never comes,
When you close the door on yesterday
A new day is born; grasp it with all your energy
Don’t hold back it stifles your potential.
Don’t let it blindfold your foresight,
For tomorrow masquerade’s as today,
Now is the hour, head high shoulders back
Look for your life's love and love your family,
Walk the straight line of goodness,
It is your investment in God,
In hindsight’s reflection it is your payment
For Gods investment in presenting you
....................With your life.......................
poem by Ken e Hall
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