Questions upon hearing from Zar, friend from Mandalay - September 2017
Zar,thank you for the provoking ideas on science and art, the eternal quest to resolve. Perhaps two may become one, united, like a relationship??
What if…left and right brain unite in bliss and
Lead with the heart? Shocking odyssey of Greek revivals.
What permutations of science and art together coalesce
into a wholeness of Being that know art and science as one?
How does the art of nothingness, fullness become isness?
Image result for fireflies in summer
Spice for Science
Like chive or onion plants waving emerald wands
Life searches and makes its own shadow, even the lowly onion…
A spice for science and zest for artistic renderings!
Onion or grass, sun and starlight
Flicker beams of light, tip toe of absolute
Register, a roll call of quants and quaints,
Creative mastery, like an artist's brush
Who winnows chives and starlight
And casts beams of fullness, blue
Aquamarine lanterns of knowledge, crest jewel
Of pathless path.
All glory to unbounded fullness unfettered by
Bronze amalaries or brush strokes of lantern fireflies…
Friday, September 29, 2017
Friday, February 8, 2013
Magic of Marfa, Texas
West Texas Weekly reports from Rice University Professor of Architecture, Carlos Jimenez, who spoke at the Marfa Architecture + Design Symposium this week-end, suggesting the Far West Texas town is a place
“you come to discover something.” Indeed the magic of Marfa--the Marfa lights alone intrigue...whirls in the
silence and beauty of the panoramic landscapes. Jimenez's statements spring from an artistic bent:
“Sometimes it is about vastness, beauty, stillness,
time, sharpness, distance,
light or woven together as in
vastness of light or stillness of time.
Marfa becomes a marvelous chess game for these attributes.” GO BIG BEND!!! Check mate the king or queen.
Worth viewing: dusk in Big Bend country on the fringes of Marfa.
UFO Home
Clouds of light pulse
In gauze of blue, transparent
Like aquamarine pearls,
Gathering phosphorescence
Like a dusty road runner's zip or dash
Quick as wet lightening or
Quick pulses of mystery, moving
Raising ambivalent penchants
For iridescence of lights, flashing.
Flash from Andromeda's mystery?
Or some lost dream from the Pleiades?
“you come to discover something.” Indeed the magic of Marfa--the Marfa lights alone intrigue...whirls in the
silence and beauty of the panoramic landscapes. Jimenez's statements spring from an artistic bent:
“Sometimes it is about vastness, beauty, stillness,
time, sharpness, distance,
light or woven together as in
vastness of light or stillness of time.
Marfa becomes a marvelous chess game for these attributes.” GO BIG BEND!!! Check mate the king or queen.
Worth viewing: dusk in Big Bend country on the fringes of Marfa.
UFO Home
Clouds of light pulse
In gauze of blue, transparent
Like aquamarine pearls,
Gathering phosphorescence
Like a dusty road runner's zip or dash
Quick as wet lightening or
Quick pulses of mystery, moving
Raising ambivalent penchants
For iridescence of lights, flashing.
Flash from Andromeda's mystery?
Or some lost dream from the Pleiades?
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Full moon prestidigitation!
(A full moon reverie--dedicated to Carolyn Kent, PhD)
Vedo hum!
Promise
Still and silent sing indigo nights of winter,
Recalling, recall chants and distant memories
of ancient mysteries-
All vibrant in the sounds of eternal joy
Contained within the Glory of the Self...
Still through silent slumber sleeping,
Quiet watch our angels keeping
Vaulting, vault cartwheels of glory seen
In transcendent evaporation of
Being, pure being floating, floats
Like silvery, giant lunaria seed bursting
Bursts Into full moon of aquamarine,
Shining, glowing, glows as ancient memory
Hung across midnight deeps of
Orion's mighty strides! Warrior steps
In midnight glory match clear sounds
Of trumpets' blast: Awake, sleepers
Awake like million points of light
Shed new galaxies of delight.
Gathering, gather unto Mother's heart,
Pink universe swirls in mountain peak
Of silence, hushed by happy greening relative,
Empty spaces filled with light, triggered
Glow of Agni's fiery splendor.
Waits, waiting for orange, great fire at
Cotton stitched beginning of dawn comes with
Radiance to engulf soft dynamism of NOW.
Nights of winter sing in golden silence, gentle
Humor hugs green nod of snow drops waving.
Winter yawns in delirious sleep and quietude
While spring stretches first echo of bright
Deep within the quiet, stilly full moon's
Promise, a silken leaf in worlds of white.
Pearls of winter luster become
Snowflakes resting, rest on full moon's smile.
Quiet promises titillate anticipated
Prestidigitation!
Vedo hum!
Promise
Still and silent sing indigo nights of winter,
Recalling, recall chants and distant memories
of ancient mysteries-
All vibrant in the sounds of eternal joy
Contained within the Glory of the Self...
Still through silent slumber sleeping,
Quiet watch our angels keeping
Vaulting, vault cartwheels of glory seen
In transcendent evaporation of
Being, pure being floating, floats
Like silvery, giant lunaria seed bursting
Bursts Into full moon of aquamarine,
Shining, glowing, glows as ancient memory
Hung across midnight deeps of
Orion's mighty strides! Warrior steps
In midnight glory match clear sounds
Of trumpets' blast: Awake, sleepers
Awake like million points of light
Shed new galaxies of delight.
Gathering, gather unto Mother's heart,
Pink universe swirls in mountain peak
Of silence, hushed by happy greening relative,
Empty spaces filled with light, triggered
Glow of Agni's fiery splendor.
Waits, waiting for orange, great fire at
Cotton stitched beginning of dawn comes with
Radiance to engulf soft dynamism of NOW.
Nights of winter sing in golden silence, gentle
Humor hugs green nod of snow drops waving.
Winter yawns in delirious sleep and quietude
While spring stretches first echo of bright
Deep within the quiet, stilly full moon's
Promise, a silken leaf in worlds of white.
Pearls of winter luster become
Snowflakes resting, rest on full moon's smile.
Quiet promises titillate anticipated
Prestidigitation!
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Parade
A dragon danced, round and round
In America, America parade of
Shards past, mellow as Indian
Maidens twirling, twirling
As feathers flying, flying
Herald drum beats, beating, beating
In the silent swift chambers of
Eagles that fly with penetrating
Eye while claws wait to grasp.
Parade, parade trumpets' blast!
While cacophony of bands tweak
Winter air in sunshine music,
Notes cascade like fish flowing,
Flowing in a river of sound.
Touch the stones, grey, black
While winter smiles behind
Velvet cloaks of crystal snow.
Philosophers and clowns
Each in color coded costumes,
Streams of diversity raced,
Jumbled in a thousand eyes,
That search and wonder
America, America a parade,
Circling blue orb of Earth,
As nations watch and
Whirl in sticky splendor,
Sandalwood airs salute,
Soldiers raise brown gauntlets
As leaders clap and wait.
Eagle, music, wheels
Spin like cotton candy,
Vertiginous desires,
Sweet as winter ice cream
Scooped into parade of dreams.
In America, America parade of
Shards past, mellow as Indian
Maidens twirling, twirling
As feathers flying, flying
Herald drum beats, beating, beating
In the silent swift chambers of
Eagles that fly with penetrating
Eye while claws wait to grasp.
Parade, parade trumpets' blast!
While cacophony of bands tweak
Winter air in sunshine music,
Notes cascade like fish flowing,
Flowing in a river of sound.
Touch the stones, grey, black
While winter smiles behind
Velvet cloaks of crystal snow.
Philosophers and clowns
Each in color coded costumes,
Streams of diversity raced,
Jumbled in a thousand eyes,
That search and wonder
America, America a parade,
Circling blue orb of Earth,
As nations watch and
Whirl in sticky splendor,
Sandalwood airs salute,
Soldiers raise brown gauntlets
As leaders clap and wait.
Eagle, music, wheels
Spin like cotton candy,
Vertiginous desires,
Sweet as winter ice cream
Scooped into parade of dreams.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Please enjoy the Russian Snow princess photo below!!
http://likeaflyonthewall.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/russian_snow_queen_by_annaweb.jpg
Russian Snow Princess
Like a Russian snow princess tossing, tosses
Stars and flakes among chilled, transparent winds,
Blue and green against diamond air
Roundelays of wonderment prevail!
Woodlands hushed by sleeping trees
Wrapped in cloaks of green and shawls of white
Sing a silence of frozen beauty's acumen.
Cold, like grapes frozen on the vine,
yearn for sun to fall into succulent
Dreams for pallets fine, a burst of
hidden wine, sleeps in winter's splendor.
Mysteries shade like umber gardens
Lost beneath the hoary breath.
Resilient seeds waiting, push against
Earth's dusky core, a wondering and
Yearning for new photosynthesis;
Polychrome certainties painted in
green veneers and splashes of pink hope
Locked in golden clasp, await crystal
Key of dominion, velvet hush of growth
And Waits to lengthen into spring nights-
Holding lanterns of bulbs, glowing, nod
In fractal patterns, rising in blue air.
Redolent question marks rise and mark
Ruby air with trust and suspicion caught
In harp strings' meanderings, radiant as
Sandalwood, rising like geese in the north.
Melting in orange western sky,
One redwood apparition snow princess, heaves
A sigh of moons and stars, glittering,
Fading like Haley's comet, streaking into
New worlds of queenly dominion.
Let the waltz begin, Russian dreams sleep until
winter-tide....and ring like crocus in the snow while
Russian snow princess tossing, tosses
Stars and snowflakes warming
chilled, transparent wind,
Silent, solitude moving in the gap.
Stars and flakes among chilled, transparent winds,
Blue and green against diamond air
Roundelays of wonderment prevail!
Woodlands hushed by sleeping trees
Wrapped in cloaks of green and shawls of white
Sing a silence of frozen beauty's acumen.
Cold, like grapes frozen on the vine,
yearn for sun to fall into succulent
Dreams for pallets fine, a burst of
hidden wine, sleeps in winter's splendor.
Mysteries shade like umber gardens
Lost beneath the hoary breath.
Resilient seeds waiting, push against
Earth's dusky core, a wondering and
Yearning for new photosynthesis;
Polychrome certainties painted in
green veneers and splashes of pink hope
Locked in golden clasp, await crystal
Key of dominion, velvet hush of growth
And Waits to lengthen into spring nights-
Holding lanterns of bulbs, glowing, nod
In fractal patterns, rising in blue air.
Redolent question marks rise and mark
Ruby air with trust and suspicion caught
In harp strings' meanderings, radiant as
Sandalwood, rising like geese in the north.
Melting in orange western sky,
One redwood apparition snow princess, heaves
A sigh of moons and stars, glittering,
Fading like Haley's comet, streaking into
New worlds of queenly dominion.
Let the waltz begin, Russian dreams sleep until
winter-tide....and ring like crocus in the snow while
Russian snow princess tossing, tosses
Stars and snowflakes warming
chilled, transparent wind,
Silent, solitude moving in the gap.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Wildcat drilling..and that is NOT Texas
Rover, red rover, let MARS come over..
Better than going in and out the windows,
In and out the windows, let the
Dig begin; Red planet Mars, horizon
Stretched like a new day, basking
In ruby fine gleaming dust and blackened lava rock;
Ancient secrets hold sway with
One ton robot, the darling son of
Science, drilling like a controlled
Wildcat, spurning civilities amidst
Churning rock and memories,
Eyes on earth peer years forward
Stretching curiosity's grip on
Arid, dusty lands, twirling in
Infinity, turning in ancient rocks, pink dust
While sounds unheard dig and delve!
"You can see for your selves, the
Mounds dug by Diggory Delvet!" ..not a
Little old man in black velvet, a
Gleaming robot, proud with outstretched
Mechanical arms, like surreal spiders spinning
New dreams and wanderings, musings on
MARS! Dig and delve...
Breakfast skipped; sunrise run melts on cool
Agendas while pictures click and
Samples slide into a cave of numbers,
Dancing, exploiting and
SUMMARIZE the fine morning mist,
Cooling light flickers on sifted
Dust, red and wonderful:
Machines on Mars wait for Man
Better than going in and out the windows,
In and out the windows, let the
Dig begin; Red planet Mars, horizon
Stretched like a new day, basking
In ruby fine gleaming dust and blackened lava rock;
Ancient secrets hold sway with
One ton robot, the darling son of
Science, drilling like a controlled
Wildcat, spurning civilities amidst
Churning rock and memories,
Eyes on earth peer years forward
Stretching curiosity's grip on
Arid, dusty lands, twirling in
Infinity, turning in ancient rocks, pink dust
While sounds unheard dig and delve!
"You can see for your selves, the
Mounds dug by Diggory Delvet!" ..not a
Little old man in black velvet, a
Gleaming robot, proud with outstretched
Mechanical arms, like surreal spiders spinning
New dreams and wanderings, musings on
MARS! Dig and delve...
Breakfast skipped; sunrise run melts on cool
Agendas while pictures click and
Samples slide into a cave of numbers,
Dancing, exploiting and
SUMMARIZE the fine morning mist,
Cooling light flickers on sifted
Dust, red and wonderful:
Machines on Mars wait for Man
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