‘The 100’ #81 – Struck by the Stick of Understanding

Struck

struck by the stick of understanding

he emerges from a dream of light

into an even brighter realm with

brittle edges and elusive shade,

blinding in its clarity,

merciless in its glare.

 

his dream was all soft shadows

compared to this

unbearable,

hard,

shining,

in which he cannot

breathe or think or see,

and everything believed before

becomes illusion.

 

turning from this sharp veracity,

retreating back to dappled sleep

he drifts through sensual clouds,

trailing sanity but home again,

beyond his understanding,

to smoky skies of love.

 

art and poem by clinock.

art: acrylic and mixed media (based on a sketch for ‘Dual’). Click on image for best view.

‘The 100′ series was initiated by my 100th Post in April 2012. As text and images are the essence of my blog my intention is to present 100 pieces of textual art from historical and contemporary artists and from my own hand. To view the series to date click on ‘The 100’ in my Category Menu.

 

Musa Inesperada 5 – se entiende…

Musa Inesperada 5

The poem ends.

Planets shift through the width of a word

shattering suns across time.

Symbols scratched on broken glass

fragment moonlight.

Truths are spoken and surfaces collapse

into ragged voids of falling.

 

Now is the hollow man

stuffed with straw, fool’s bells in his head,

borrowed smiles stitched to his mouth

and an ice pick in his heart.

For a moment he was song,

a poem for all seasons and

a naked hero

littering his quest with cast-off armor.

 

For one sweet breath he parted clouds

on home made wings,

consumed in fire, burning as he fell.

But it’s winter now, and night.

Spring and dawn are written out

of this play,

Icarus has the leading part

but falls again and again.

 

The music plays on and

The music plays on, but only

echoing silence breaks through to

more echoing silence

and the owl,

and the voices of wolves

tearing the night’s peace

into regurgitated shreds.

 

Yet still my muse

offers branches of light…

 

“Lord I just can’t keep from crying sometimes,

Lord I just can’t keep from crying sometimes,

When my heart is full of sorrow

And my eyes are filled with tears

Lord I just can’t keep from crying sometimes”.

 

Poem and drawing by clinock. Drawing: Pastel and conte on paper. 8″ x 10″. 2013. Click on image for more detail.

I Just Can’t Keep From Crying – Old American blues – Blind Willie Johnson.

Card Project – Day 25 – Birthing

Day 25.  medium – coloured pen.

Birthing

When you understand one thing through and through you understand everything. 

Shunryu Suzuki