“Womb” by karmic katha
in a world plagued
by too many words
and too little grace
poetry is inevitable
Aesthetics
All posts tagged Aesthetics
“Dance of Wildflowers” by Erin Hanson
blue damask skies
leafy green upholstery
bright flowered carpets
nature’s handiwork
a seasonal aesthetic
divinely designed
“Color Study 5” by Carol Nelson
some eyes would see trees as weeds
bothersome rather than beautiful
lost to an indifferent lexicon
these the disconnected
disaffected souls drifting
through life feeling
little to nothing of why they are here
how their place in the scheme
corresponds to a purpose
deliberate not predetermined
no story of destiny
rather a tale of design
willful choice to engage with the vibrant
invigorant features of nature
to join the esthetic community
drawn into compact with all living things
shared of that quickening spark
what man loves or demeans in himself
he will love or demean
in his fellow creations
such is the power possessed in each heart
absolute in its truth
that will render this world
filled with trees or with weeds
From my books Ephemera and Legacies (vol. 2)
“The Thinker” by Christian Hook
(Regarding Arthur Schopenhauer)
the world is but illusion
your experience unreal
behaviors objectify will
emphatically suffering
life as irrational product
sufficient of reason but
lacking of genius unblest
save the rarest of men
whose sheer motive of will
drowns in overabundance
of intellect suitably freed
from all place-in-time cause
flooding skillsets enabling
aesthetic contemplation
this singular atheist born
with unique inclination
to kneel before gods both
Vedantic and Christian
From my book Pieces of Wine
“La Pieta” by Michelangelo
I kneel before those who
elicit the secrets of stone
who with uncanny placement
and grasp touch the mallet
to chisel on ancient cold blocks
of raw travertine limestone
or coarsely veined marble
whose handsome impurities
came to their grain when
convulsions within white-hot
wombs bore the offspring
of fire and mountain
I kneel before those who
ordain with their powerful
fingers perfection of man
tactile genius that coaxes
from hard angularities
timeless soft contours of flesh
in its model of moments
alive with expressions of all
the emotion a heart can
experience giving the gift
of immortal endurance to
human impermanent life
I kneel before those who
make flawless the flawed
forms of body and conscience
we carry through time
it’s the sculptor whose skills
can transform the prosaic
with sumptuous subtleties
elevate banal existence
creating from homely dead stone
possibilities at their epitome
more than painter or poet
the sculptor sits closest to God
Lupine Field in New Hampshire’s White Mountains – by Byron Fairbrothers
purpled blue swords
ceremonial sabers
of delicate forge
held aloft in assent
of their seasonal oath
spectacular sentinels
guarding the granite
preserving the peace
between cloudbank
and tor between
landscape and sky
giving notice that
fragrant serenity
reigns absolute with
aesthetic authority
even as man in his
negligent preoccupation
may fail to appreciate
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“I think it annoys God if you walk by the color purple in a field and don’t notice.”
– Alice Walker
“Restoration” by Aja ebsq
the power of gods
taken unto one’s hands
to seize something old
make it better than young
newly purposed
a future transplanted
where none had been viable
conquering time
its ravages neutralized
shifting the extant aesthetic
from muscle to mind
from the beauty of bones
to the life metaphysical
making a virtue of age
Nautilus Shell from pinterest.com
moonskin iridescence
smoothly silvers
nautilus chambers
Jurassic jeweled finish
prized since the pharaohs
beloved by the khans
splendidly conjugates
function and form
aesthetic exemplars
the finest of finework
by meticulous masters
Sydney Opera House by Jorn Utzon
architectural features
should obey austere laws
that form follows function
that style follows substance
or fall to indictment
as criminal ornament
so said the modernist Bauhaus ideology
bleeding on doctrinal liberal arts
and business school mantras
structure in train to strategy
but I must confess it leaves suffering cold
my personal warmth for aesthetics
keep your unnatural boxes of steel and flat glass
give me organic character
show me corbels and canopies
contours and clefts
that will quicken my courses
like curves of a confident woman
From my books City of Pawns and Legacies (vol. 1)
Tuscany
Wallpaper Photo
From eweb4.com
hills of history
steeped in aesthetic fine arts
nurture the spirit
Poesy plus Polemics 