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A Poetic Metaphor


“Poetry is a journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly the air.”
–Carl Sandburgh


I was once told by a teacher that I reminded him of Sandburgh’s above definition of poetry and this puzzled me for years. On one level I had long ago given up on feeling that there was a place where I belonged and yes I wanted to be everywhere. Once the feeling of home is gone, there is both liberation and terror and sorrow when I realized that I could never go back to where I came from. It had changed to the extent that the feeling of home was gone and I had changed to where I would no longer fit there even if it had stayed frozen and unchanged. I have never been content to stay in one place and when I cannot travel in a physical sense, I travel through imagination into new challenges and new ideas ever trying to reach if not higher than wider. Gradually I understand how what the teacher said applied and eventually I may master all three or perhaps four considering the fire I’ve traveled through to get this far and the further refinement needed to go farther.
Blessings, G


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SplotchesSplotches by G A Rosenberg


Elemental Faces Hidden in Dark Dreams Elemental Faces Hidden in Dark Dreams by G A Rosenberg


Eurotrip 2014 — Reflections on the Journey


“It is necessary … for a man to go away by himself … to sit on a rock … and ask, ‘Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?”
― Carl Sandburg


It has now been almost a week since I’ve returned. When I left I had a goal in mind of making some decisions. I wanted some clarity on the direction that this next stage of my life would take. I had some vague ideas but no clear cut vision of what I wanted. I hoped that distance from the day to day would give me this.
I saw many impressive things on this trip. I traveled to Venice and Rome, Athens and Barcelona, cities that were somewhat mythical to me, a lifelong reader about places I had yet to see. I saw some of the most impressive works of art of western civilization and met many people. Yet still no answers were forthcoming or at least not immediate ones. Oh I learned a few things about myself and remembered others. I love the water and travelling upon it. Exploring new cities makes my heart sing. I have a knack for languages and love trying to speak to people in their native tongue and I love the stories that people tell. I love in-depth exploration of ideas and people more than I like skimming the surface in any kind of social way. I would much rather be a visitor to a place rather than a tourist. Visitors tend to be more welcome and less interested in seeing the sites and buying trinkets than tourists. I would rather eat in small roadside places with people who live day to day than in fine restaurants with other tourists. I am fascinated by what other artists produce.
How can I use those facts in a constructive way? That I have yet to learn.
Oh a few things have come from it. I love the masques that they sell in Venice and would love to see what I could do in that medium. I have a new idea for a set of tarot cards based on Venetian Masques. I have lots of inspiration for art and more motivation than ever to finish the things I’ve started.
All in all, as I sit on this rock (well chair) and reflect I find these things impressive and encouraging. Yet the journey is always beginning, ending and in progress.
Blessings, G


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Warrior MasqueWarrior Masque by G A Rosenberg


Night RideNight Ride by G A Rosenberg


Reflecting in the window of a Masque Store in VeniceReflecting in a Masque Store Window


Silvery Friendship

“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.”
― Carl Sandburg


You see all
my silent companion
and everything is embraced by your pale glow
I have no secrets under your fullness
and when in shadow
you hold your own counsel
I know you hold mine as well
Under your guidance
I walk and sometimes run.
Under your care
I slumber
Walking at night
when I look up
your silent promise
lulls my emotions
and there is a peace.
— G A Rosenberg

Blessings, G


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RadientRadient by G A Rosenberg


Mitosis2Mitosis by G A Rosenberg

Quote of the Day – October 15 2012

“It is necessary … for a man to go away by himself … to sit on a rock … and ask, ‘Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?”
― Carl Sandburg

I’ve been considering all these questions of late… along with the eternal ones posited by Spider and Jeanne Robinson. How did I come to be here and how did all this come to be here with me and ultimately with a sense of proportion, Why am I so alone? Oh I know I’m not. Between the internet, my family and friends anytime I want I can have a conversation of almost any intensity I want but when it comes to understanding and feeling understood I sometimes find myself in my own skull. Oh most times that’s not so bad. I kind of like it here and have been working at making it a fit place for company, even my own. Still find myself reaching out and reaching in and searching for that rock… Sometime’s pondering and contemplation are good for their own sake.
Blessings, G



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His Spirit Dreams in Electric Colours by G A Rosenberg


Purple Crystal by G A Rosenberg