Art through the “Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some groups of mates the chants resuming,
(Tailing Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)
Ever with pleas’d smile I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning-----as, first, (We’re) here and now,!....”
“You shall possess the good of the earth and sun ….. there are millions of
suns left,
You shall no long take things at second or third hand …..nor look
through the eyes of (others),……”
“Blacksmiths (& Carpenter’s) with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil,
Each has his main-sledge …. they are all out … there is great heat in the fire
(and their hearts.)
From the cider-strewed threshold I follow their movements,
The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms,
Overhead the hammers roll-overhead so slow-overhead so sure,
They do not hasten, each man hits in his place.”
“The pure contralto sings in the organloft,….”
“The carpenter dresses his plank ….. the tongue of his foreplane whistles its
wild ascending lisp,….”
“The camera and plate are prepared, the lady must sit for her daguerreotype,…”
“The floormen are laying the floor …. the tinners are tinning the roof …. the
masons are calling for mortar, ….”
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Edgar Degas
“A picture is a thing requires as much knavery, as much malice, and as
much vice as the perpetration of a crime.”
Barry Feuerstein
That singular moment when the mass of the universe was but a singles spec.
13.9 billion years and eons and an infinite phantasmagorical instant of
immense proportion expanded in the known and unknown……
This is the beginning of the existence of art except where are the artist??poetry of Walt Whitman
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