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Balthus, Beksinski, KolaboyFrom Balthus to Beksinski: the Art of Danny MalboeufBalthus, Beksinski, Kolaboy4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Lloyd D. Graham
Danny Malboeuf (‘kolaboy’) {1} is a self-trained artist/illustrator from Statesville, North Carolina. Working mainly in acrylics, he paints in an allegorical figurative style that combines surrealist, symbolist and pre-Raphaelite sensibilities {2}. His deviantART gallery and journal are here.
First, let me say that this essay consists purely of personal impressions. I apologise in advance for mixing the famous with the less-well-known, and
Rebirth...2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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TO A FRIEND SEEKING BACONTO A FRIEND SEEKING BACON2 years ago in Letters More Like This
TO A FRIEND SEEKING BACON
... whilst nurturing and putting forth artistic vision!
Merton writes to an admired friend who is struggling with the juxtaposition of artist vision/muse-following vs. bringing home the bacon!
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My dear friend...
I just expanded my comment to you into a deviation. ( http://mertonparrish.deviantart.com/#/d37rpeb ). I think that, should you desire to read it, it will give you my best answers to your questions about what you might do in order to eat and fulfill your vision of yourself as an artist.
I think I already have probably done all the university work I am going to
WHO AM IWHO AM I2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
WHO AM I?
Merton attempts to answer this question, which is so important to us all. In so doing, he endeavors to clarify and provoke thought in himself and in his readers on related subjects, such as: the self, the self through the arts, God, being, connectedness, oneness, simplicity, evolution, the ascension... and lunch! :)
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"Who am I?"
I believe this question to be of the utmost importance to me, to you, and to the Universe (which, I suspect, extends infinitely inward and outward from me and all of us). Further, it is my strong suspicion that (for me and probably for all humans
Battery CablesIt'd been waiting.Battery Cables3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Greased like a gear and ugly as a tarped heart
which made a blurry background sharp
for their perfect surround sound gutteral groans.
His bones felt like her own
as damage was now
finally allowed
to be spread evenly...
Oh, the company of misery
And this would be something
only recalled makes and models would understand -
Iron whines of stress so expanded
refined and confessed from valves
never tested til now.
They were
by-products of errors that made them -
gave them mayhem
and boi-support.
This was the sort
of thing that protocals were meant for;
the adorable pour of softness over shards
which war
beyond the dark lineNow I seebeyond the dark line2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What may be,
Though it's no certainty
(the unknown
extrapolating
forever)
Why did I
Start to cry
When it was not goodbye?
(the finite
losing its self in
the endless)
Things work out better when
People put trust in them
(what is self
but a reflection
of not-self?)
People fear
When they hear
They'll lose what they hold dear
(hope and fear
are meaningless in
unity)
But it's wrong,
just be strong,
And it's there all along
(the true source
is the end and the
beginning)
Change may come till the end
Persevere until then
Wisdom XXXIVThe True Self is only revealed when there is no Self.Wisdom XXXIV2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom XXXIIOnly in Creativity, there is Freedom. And Vice Versa.Wisdom XXXII2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom XXXWhy is mankind more afraid of freedom than slavery?Wisdom XXX2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We sure do love cages.
Wisdom XXVBetween Birth and Death,Wisdom XXV2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
This experience called Living (or should I say Dying),
It is the Pulse of Awakening.
ChoiceChoice is an outward freedom, but is not freedom inwardly.Choice2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Since there is a contradiction, choice is false.
Choice implies decision. The confused mind chooses. The mind has to be confused in-order to choose. The confused mind is the fragmented mind. Look at this in yourself.
Whenever there is a choice in a decision, wasn't there confusion and indecision?
Then one would ask, "What is there when choice is false?"
When one sees clearly, there is action..
There is no choice nor decision. There is no interval.
Clarity breeds complete and total action that is not hesitated due to ideas and decisions/choice.
Learn Cl
A Q's dealing with freedomHow can one demand freedom outwardly when you are a slave inwardly?A Q's dealing with freedom2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
ReactionWhilst alive, sustained the notionReaction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whole and warm, your eyes see me.
Frigid words of lengths unspoken...
Blinded from reality.
In ascending scales I fall,
Towards these melodies of slumber.
Through notes, so still, so lone,
Hoping for symphonies to hold.
Descents unrated,
Actions degraded,
To live is the ocean
Your heart, the potion.
Thyself.Learning to live beside thyselfThyself.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No need for the timid answer.
Don't bother with formality.
We have no mirror.
Learning to live outside myself.
No need to bother.
Forget your future.
We have no seer.
Learning to live within thyself
With no hope to lose.
Perfecting the picture.
With nothing to prove.
Learning to live without myself.
Dedicated to stretch and straught.
Spiritual upholster.
To be given and eventually brought.
Be Real to YouAwake from the dream that wasn't realBe Real to You5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
How much can you feel, How much can you deal?
The truth is apparent on the way home. The one about you,
The one you only know.
You can see how much you've changed
With the lines on your back.
Truth is they are scared,
Scared you might crack.
They do not want you to
take a turn for the worst
The false realm.
The illusion
The curse.
De-evolve to start over
Say a prayer in detrimental sorrow.
You open your hand.
A black bird flies out.
He once ate from your palm
He once had no doubt.
inner-selfinner-self6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For all I am, a vampire hunting for the truth, the more it hurts, the more my passion grows. You are to me nothing less than what you were before. Eating my flesh, my lust devoures me to nothing more but what I`m not. I care for you! By all means! You mean the world... but still... do not surrender to my eyes that burn insanity to waste. For all I am, for all I care, you tear my broken wings to dust, my love to you is lust, inside of you I`m lost.
I talk of love as if it kills me. But this is all I feel, my eyes in tears that burn and lust that eats my heart of all the good you failed to kill inside of me. I will not stop, allthow... I will
WHAT IVE LEARNED RE ASCENSIONWHAT IVE LEARNED RE ASCENSION2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
WHAT I'VE LEARNED RE ASCENSION 2012
What have I learned, what do I think, so far…
I present to you what I have learned and what I think, so far, concerning Ascension 2012, an amazing and important topic… perhaps the most important topic for humans at this moment in time/in our development.
Here, in a nutshell, is what I have learned (and what resonates with me) from the online movie at the top of Maya12-21-2012.com (which is very interesting, despite the theme music, wink), from much other research I have done on Ascension 2012 (Gosh there is a great deal out there!), from what I've already learned in my life, plus so
Crumbling Conversations"It is something to know ~ that a penis in tow,Crumbling Conversations1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
and an arm
are very, very different...
neither
is the measure
of a master creator
a long waving stave of divinity.",
the matriarch said,
baring a strangle hold
on the wrangled mould
as she spoke to the Tiny Hiney Man.
Clearly a 'Ms. Under'... standing heeled and balanced in the cracks
Hiney Man looked on
as mustaches were hard to come by, and not every noble nose could afford one.
"And where there are pussies, there's milk, I assure
the kind that kittens with mittens adore...",
the matriarch finally felt fit to admit
as the crowd failed to roar
and the bulb never lit.
Abort Unity OpportunityOh,Abort Unity Opportunity2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Opera Ported Atunity
The Magnetic Divine
seeks The Blind
for Quicksand walks on the Beach.
Left-handed vessel, you...
vacuous thing.
Sleeve-adorned suction-cupped
Fuck Up
you...
Bruised booze glue
Made from clinging grovel grapes
Fermented soul.
The seepings you seek
bare flesh-sore rewards.
It's not your neck, of course....
Just the weighted, baited vein-bearers
The Hacking and The Lacking Collector, you...
Bacterial cough of airborne wrongs
that few would hear as song
If not for the sharp G-minor thrills
The Rhythm of Rhymey Loss you gua
Glass Fuses I grow less sensitive to the ill-timed disappearances of my Deities by the day.Glass Fuses2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Not a good sign.
I wonder what I'll be
besides a handful of smashed light fixtures by the end.
DisarmedShe was no longer angryDisarmed2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
and that was the problem
Her big book of puzzles
somehow she had solved them
And eating was easy
she no longer chewed
on little found objects
A palate improved!
But wait! What of cats?
Were they all she could love?
Oh Lo and behold!
In her Heart she could shove
almost Every thing In -
hot or cold, tall or wide
Did she just grow a soul
wrapped in flesh and not hide?
There were knots in her knitting
Instead of her hair
This curl of new smoke
brought pinks to the air
It lightened her limp
and straightened her gait
Not a trace of Hell Fire
Nor age in her face
The fabric of her
Manicures To Set a Watch ByShe "loves her own back yard"Manicures To Set a Watch By2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kills every bug it brings
And when Her guests come over
She moistures every thing
Sunday there's a pick up
Parked neatly on the lawn
She hates its stealthy silence
While Drunk Man sings its song
She's on the verge of thinking
But never does completely
She plucks a weed for weaving
Forming tangled smiles too sweet
There's never meat left over
Once locusts flare their charms
And next year starts it over
Her garden vowed unharmed
She is worn out from the kettle
as Tea is all She makes
Her hands are mitted - whitened lead
And craddle all mistakes
With most potatoes topside
The roots lain high and
Air Conditional ItAir Conditional11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
was one of those
sultry summer sufferings
salt
on the skin
sulfur
in the wind
and every uncased candle
sagged
leaning to see how the butter on the counter was making out.
At a thousand degrees
SatYourRated Fat
while our comparative waxes boiled
Your hopping fly
to my sticky eye
where all of a sudden
yellow
is a bad color for a kitchen
Sweaty couples
in ignitable puddles
were boats without rudders
The Blue Abyss
missed us
ANY match would be lethal in this weather
Sta.sh
