Art

IMPERMANENCE 2

I follow this wonderful WordPress blog that visually records some of the finest street art ever seen.  I noticed a section titled “RIP” and was sad to see that so many of these wonderful paintings are destroyed.  Please see and like Resa’s blog at https://graffitiluxandmurals.com/r-i-p/comment-page-1/#comment-15254

 

Adapted from my poem “IMPERMANENCE” published in Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems 2015

 

We are all merely a Buddhist sand painting

A created, colorful mandala

Years in the making

Seconds in the melding

Of individual grains

With the earth, water, wind and fire

Anicca

Existence is

Transient

Evanescent

Inconstant

I understand the analogy

Just cannot accept it…

 

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja) Parallel Universe Café and Other Poems

IMAGE: Even Teenage Vampires Cry (artists unknown)

R.I.P.

 

 

THREE-IN-ONE

You ask the identity of my fantasy man

Hardly hesitating, I reply:

I am his canvas of fecund fields

Pierced by passionate suns

Van Gogh impressions of yellow and green

I am his guitar strings

Played by his tongue

Set on fire and worshiped

As only Hendrix’s music could careen

Along scales never before heard or seen

I am his epic poem of alliterative lines

That old Pagan Beowulf poet

Writer, reciter, loving me

Anonymously

These three

As one

Someday you will come…

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© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

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WHEN WE MET TODAY (A hypnagogic image)

 

We were lions together

Once standing erect

Dredlockian manes of singed gold

Mingled in the sooty sunlight

Front paws entwined

Walking upright as one

Never to be separated

Until the unavoidable end

Vowing one following the other

To the mysterious portal

But separated

We lost our way

And until today

I did not know…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

Image: Lions, Chauvet Cave painting, France

SUCCUMBING TO BLACK FRIDAY

Only bought one useless prize

Irresistible when the monitor holds

The entire world bazaar

Unfolding before my eyes

Beckoning me with its wares

One click and it’s mine

At least I succumbed to practicality

A twelve-pack of picks

I don’t use them

I strum with my thumb

But here are twelve miniature paintings

By Vince VG

So let’s see

Can use the Starry Night one

When playing Don McLean’s Vincent

Can use The Bedroom one

When playing Linda Ronstadt’s song

Since the answer to her question

When Will I Be Loved?

Is always “Never”

(That single bed tells it all)

Yes, I can see

Playing and singing with artwork

Between my fingers and thumb

Can be fun

For a day, anyway…

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

VINCE & LISA

 

Guess I do like

Star-crazed men

As long as they’re

Super smart

Sapiosexual

(That’s a social media buzz word)

 

So my artist crush is

Vincent Van Gogh

Many of us love him

He’s not the most realistic artist

But certainly owns a

Mysterious soul

Some say someone else

Cut off his ear

Over a woman

I personally don’t care

Enamored by him anyway

 

How nice to see

A modern artist

Who conceived a

Dating service

Of famous faces

He pairs two of my favorite portraits:

 

Although not drop-dead gorgeous

Next to Helen of Troy

La Giaconda

(The Joyful One)

The Mona Lisa

Is considered

An enigmatically beautiful woman

Some say DaVinci drew himself

In drag

They cite head and

Bone structure measurements

But I don’t see it

Not sure if that is the claim

Of proud gay commentators

Or homophobic ones

I personally don’t care

 

I do care why, though

Why do we often

Give our hearts

To those who were

So lost

Centuries ago

Why do we feel one with them

Is it the egotistical

Saviour complex

Like, if only Van Gogh

Had loved me

I would have cherished him

I would have saved him

Oh, Vincent

If only you were here

Or

If only I was there

Rescue me…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Barry Kite, Aberrant Art

(Thanks to Lisa Rachael for posting pictures)

“USING ILLUSIONS TO RECREATE ORIGINAL COMPOSITIONS”

 

A quote re Paleolithic paintings In Chauvet Cave

Southern France

Scientists learned their lesson

Opening up Lascaux Cave

In the name of sharing knowledge

Yet wall paintings there

Destroyed by bacteria and mold

Introduced by visiting tourists

So a vast replica was built

Just for tourists to view

Incredible animal paintings

Originating 35,000 years ago

Who were the artists sketching

With charcoal and red ochre

Etching the stones

Exploiting the relief of the rock

To create forms, shadows

Expressing the animals

Roaming beyond the entrance fire

Who were those talented, fur-clad artists

Ancestors of today’s painters,

Poets, musicians

Who must produce

No matter the cost

Did they feel alienated

Or were they prized by

The tribe

As holy illusionists

Revealing, interpreting

Life through their

Intuitive hearts…

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-32403867

 

LONER

 

Social media

Redefining a stereotype

That has much truth

Poets, Musicians, Painters

Usually introverted creators

What are naifs

Like me

Doing in an extroverted scene

Yet, the need to share

Thoughts, pictures, tunes

Has always been there

But for now

I’ll strum the strings

Write the words

Chord the tunes

And just to be

An all-around artist

Paint an abstract tree

On my soprano ukulele

Yes, I’ll do

What has always worked

For me

Silently

Scribbling thoughts

With my own soul

Wrapping me safely

As it anchors my need

To socialize

In a mostly hostile world

 

© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: #14 E Mara card/disk (Drom Romani)