Friday, November 6, 2009

"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." 
-Wordsworth

"Poetry reveals itself in the balance or reconciliation of opposite or discordant qualities." 
-Coleridge

I am a heart-heavy looking for mineral sparks in granite;
wishing for something beyond the black softness of love...
I am not for entertaining, 
I do not like containment, here at this party,
With the sparkle of the glass so cold and golden--
I have been a wisher, a faker, a flyer, 
A lover and a liar, a solemn undertaker, 
Taking in the coals, blowing them back to life
Too many times--until they are pale, past finished. 

Look for the edges of passion and influence, 
Find only the bend of your own spirit. 

It is only blinded to the future, and humble in our ignorance, that we can go forward and, looking back,  see stories unfold behind us.

 From Kandinsky's Concerning the Spiritual in Art:
"The Inner Need..."
"Veiled in obscurity are the causes of this need to move ever upwards and forwards, by the sweat of the brow, through sufferings and fears" (4).
"This 'what' is the internal truth which only art can divine, which only art can express by those means of expression which are hers alone...First by the artist is heard his voice, the voice that is inaudible to the crowd. Almost unknowingly the artist follows the call" (9). 
"Nature, that is to say the ever-changing surroundings of man, sets in vibration the strings of the piano (the soul) by manipulation of the keys (the various objects with their several appeals)."