Artistic Expressions

tied · 02-21-2011, 10:17 PM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjiKZsGt9P8

lou_lou · 03-11-2011, 10:15 AM

Two boats adrift yet stationary sat
The sea a mirror did contemplate
What voyages they had
\Inspired by a smaller voice
Did hear the twin ship say
Our time to sail was yesteryear
\Yet seems like yesterday

my poetry- enjoy

lou_lou · 03-11-2011, 10:18 AM

this one - is so good - so true - so heartbreakingly true
love you,
tena

Quote:

Originally Posted by Alffe

Story

by Sabine Miller

Tell me the one
about the sick girl —
not terminally ill, just years in bed
with this mysterious fever —
who hires a man
to murder her — you know,
so the family is spared
the blight of a suicide —
and the man comes
in the night, a strong man,
and nothing is spoken
—he takes the pillow
to her face — tell me
how he is haunted the rest
of his life — did he
or didn't he
do the right thing — tell me
how he is forgiven,
and marries, and has
2 daughters, and is happy —
no, tell me she doesn't
die, but is cured and
gives her life to God,
and becomes a hand-holder for
men on death row —
tell me the one where the man
falls in love with the girl
and can't do it, or
the girl falls in love
with a dog and calls
the man to tell him
not to come, or
how each sees their pain
mirrored in the other's eyes —
tell me how everyone is already
forgiven every story
they ever told themselves
about living
or not living —
tell me, oh tell me
the one where love wins, again
and again and again.

"Story" by Sabine Miller, from Circumference of Mercy. © Mountains and Rivers Press,

DMACK · 03-15-2011, 08:47 PM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrrdLO8fie0

David

lou_lou · 03-20-2011, 09:20 AM

Once in a dark of night,
Inflamed with love and wanting, I arose
(O coming of delight!)
And went, as no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose

All in the dark went right,
Down secret steps, disguised in other clothes,
(O coming of delight!)
In dark when no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose.

And in the luck of night
In secret places where no other spied
I went without my sight
Without a light to guide
Except the heart that lit me from inside.

It guided me and shone
Surer than noonday sunlight over me,
And lead me to the one
Whom only I could see
Deep in a place where only we could be.

O guiding dark of night!
O dark of night more darling than the dawn!
O night that can unite
A lover and loved one,
A lover and loved one moved in unison.

And on my flowering breast
Which I had kept for him and him alone
He slept as I caressed
And loved him for my own,
Breathing an air from redolent cedars blown.

And from the castle wall
The wind came down to winnow through his hair
Bidding his fingers fall,
Searing my throat with air
And all my senses were suspended there.

I stayed there to forget.
There on my lover, face to face, I lay.
All ended, and I let
My cares all fall away
Forgotten in the lilies on that day.

~~~~~~~~

The Original:

La Noche Oscura Del Alma
San Juan De La Cruz

Cançiones del alma que se goça d’auer llegado al alto estado de la perfecçion, que es la union con Dios, por el camino de la negaçion espiritual

En una noche obscura,
con ansias en amores imflamada,
¡oh dichosa uentura!
sali sin ser notada,
estando ya mi casa sosegada.

A escuras y segura,
por la secreta escala disfraçada,
¡oh dichosa uentura!
a escuras y ençelada,
estando ya mi casa sosegada.

En la noche dichosa,
en secreto, que nadie me ueya,
ni yo miraua cosa,
sin otra luz ni guia
sino la que en el coraçon ardia.

Aquesta me guiaua
mas cierto que la luz del mediodia,
adonde me esperaua
quien yo bien me sabia,
en parte donde nadie parecia.

¡Oh noche que me guiaste!
¡oh noche amable mas que el aluorada!,
¡oh noche que juntaste
amado con amada,
amada en el amado transformada!

Y en mi pecho florido,
que entero para el solo se guardaua,
alli quedo dormido,
y yo le regalaua,
y el ventalle de cedros ayre daua.

El ayre de la almena,
cuando ya sus cabellos esparzia,
con su mano serena
en mi cuello heria,
y todos mis sentidos suspendia.

Quedeme y oluideme,
el rostro recline sobre el amado,
ceso todo, y dexeme,
dexando mi cuidado
entre las açucenas olvidado.

painfull · 03-26-2011, 05:46 PM

Wren,
I appreciate your enthusiasm about life. However, I question does there have to be one or the other? Why can't I have life and formal education? I wince when you say "no need for formal education" that is just a statement that makes the undereducated feel better. You can be curious, wondering, searching and formally educated. I feel any type of education is better then no education....my great-grandfather (who lived to 96) once told me "the day I stop learning something new, shall be the day of my last breath." He was a very smart man (even with out college) but he always taught the family to learn things both in and out of school rooms. I think that is good advice.
Painfull

Quote:

Originally Posted by sunnysidedown

Wren,

Education happens more in life than in any classroom. We learn from being curious, wondering, searching - no need for formal education. (sh.. - must remember not to put that on my teaching resume! - or hell maybe I should - it's true!) Never equate education with intelligence - just not the same thing!

TC,
I would never consider myself a poet - actually dreaded poetry in school. There were patterns to use, rhymes, etc. I hated it! I like reading poetry periodically. I like writing about stuff but am highly critical of myself so it is hard to share. But I will accept the complement coming from someone who writes so well.

Alffe,
Ty - I don't think TC has anything to wrorry about. Ty for the poem.