…and I feel fine.” (REM).
“I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.” Hermann Hesse
Qua. 16×14 in. 41×36 cm. Acrylic on panel.
With every breath
I feel the world within change
and yet, recognizable
Haiku by Clinock
an introduction to the fine art of social distancing
the fine art of social distancing. 14×17 in. 36×43 cm. Paper collage on paper. by clinock
(Sorry, I couldn’t resist.)
Your first clue, this is. Much to learn, you still have…
“Breaking through the solid grid of references”
Thank you Jana for this perfect line. @jana_h_white / http://www.poetryoflight.org
The Profundity of Change. 20×16 in. 50×41 cm. Acrylic and mixed media on panel.
“Therefore, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust…. and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”
― Letters to a Young Poet
“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
― Kafka on the Shore
“We are no longer the knights who say Ni! We are now the knights who say ekki-ekki-ekki-ptang-zoom-boing!” – Monty Python
Vancouver street art. Photo by Clinock.
Thanks and kudos to the street artist @ihatestencils 🙏
If you can afford to hoard please consider donating to the Food Bank in your neighborhood. Your help is desperately needed now. Thank you.
cherry blossoms bloom
robins sing and ferns unfurl
the old moon returns
but who is this dark stranger casting shadows over the daffodils, lurking unseen in the April air, stalking us as we move uncertain through an astonished world?
Poem and art by clinock.
Danse Macabre, 14×17 in. 36×43 cm. Acrylic and mixed media on paper