Out in Plain Sight Yet Hidden From View

 

I am hidden and I am not.”
— Arthur Rimbaud

 

Out in plain sight
yet hidden from view
my lyrical soul
shines out at you
Most tho can’t see me
what a surprise
Their eyes have been veiled
by the weight of the lies
society tells us
what we can view
follow the media
to know what to do.
Schools will mould us
towards the way we ‘should’ be
we gladly dawn the chains
to avoid being free
So we avoid looking
at our own honest souls
Hidden, not hidden
stuffed in their holes

 

Blessings, G

 

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The Oracle AwaitsThe Oracle Awaits by G A Rosenberg

 

Primary PortalPrimary Portal by G A Rosenberg

 

The Fire That Comes From Cold Embers

 

“The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.
He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought”
― Arthur Rimbaud

 

My heart speaks silently
tho sometimes it screams
in its search for meaning
for connection
stuck in its babel tower
along with so many others
crying in its own separate tongue
What does it take to understand?
Where is the commonality?
Without arms I reach out
and pull back
If I have fire to share
than what cold embers
shall I encourage to glow?
I have done this before
and watched an inferno develop
I have had these moments
If we can not understand
than we can be together in incomprehension
Connection is Made.
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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In the TunnelsIn the Tunnels by G A Rosenberg

 

A Solvable PuzzleA Solvable Puzzle by G A Rosenberg

 

Inspiration

 

“True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.”
― Arthur Rimbaud

 

What nourishes your creative impulse? What is it that you feel, think or see that makes you grab for a pen or a paintbrush or a computer keyboard and mouse in order to express it in your own unique way?
Is it a vision of beauty or outrage that strikes you? Is it a new song that you’ve never heard before? Perhaps it is the taste of something so delicious that you want to heap praise on it (‘His lips tasted refreshing like the first swim on a hot summer’s day’ or perhaps ‘I scream. You scream. We all scream for ice cream.’). Is it the first sound from a baby’s lips or seeing it smile? Are you inspired by a vision from whatever deities you hold dear? Whichever it is (and I have been inspired by almost all of these things), enjoy it and create on for every artistic endeavour becomes an electric impulse firing through the brain of the universe.
Blessings, G

 

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Minerva From the WavesMinerva From the Waves by G A Rosenberg

 

PulsarPulsar by G A Rosenberg

 

To Everywhere From Forever

 

“Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.”
― Arthur Rimbaud

 

Beyond forever
lies the infinite
where anything conceived may be formed
We play there in imagination’s memories
as we construct sea foam realities
that live outside our dreams.
We enter through being’s void
and in dissolution we create
Next door a universe exists
for we dreamed it into being
and we straddle both
and so many more
through the hole
through beyond
— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Dragon's VisageDragon’s Visage by G A Rosenberg

 

31-ForasForas (#31 in Goetia Series) by G A Rosenberg

 

A Thousand Dreams

 

“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn:
From time to time my heart is like some oak
Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.”
— Arthur Rimbaud

 

Sometimes dreams whisper. They sneak in as memories or relatively normal conversations and then take strange turns. Sometimes they pop into my head fully formed as I get a glimpse of possible futures that I immediately want to make happen. Some become nightmares both in terms of fears that they bring out and in terms of events that happen subsequent to them. Nightmares can whisper also tho as little insecurities and doubts that echo and keep on repeating until I accept that they are there and let them pass through. The best dreams for me tho are the contagious ones where the more they are shared, the more people start dreaming and acting on those dreams. They are melodies that long for a chorus. Dreams of freedom and dreams of self-direction that fill me with hope. Of course there are silly dreams as well where someone hands me a spaghetti pizza or boiled eggs but I leave those to others to interpret.
Blessings, G

 

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Strange SushiStrange Sushi by G A Rosenberg

 

Fate's KeepFate’s Keep by G A Rosenberg

 

Forever Journey

 

“Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.”
― Arthur Rimbaud

 

Forever I come from
yet have lost my way in the moment
Distracted by visions
of mortality
and drunk on the banality
of the scheduled existence.
With limitless potential
I reside in a universal corner
and wide-range travel
only in visions and dreams
tho those often hold more truth
than what I face daily.
Oh to brave potential
and entwine myself in chaotic wanderings
rather than embrace limits
Freedom is a step away
and a second’s eternal journey.

— G A Rosenberg

 

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Burning in a Sea of Black FireBurning in a Sea of Black Fire by G A Rosenberg

 

Seeking AttainmentSeeking Abstract Attainment by G A Rosenberg

 

Art’s Alchemy

“True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.”
― Arthur Rimbaud

 

What we choose to create comes from who we are. Who we are as far as I can tell comes from some inherent characteristics, some energy (soul, spirit, ray what have you ) that filters through everything we sense and everything that we remember either consciously or subconsciously. If we remember old television theme songs and comic book heroes along with the typical dysfunctional family dynamics that most of us grew up with (along with a strong hunger for world mythology and spirituality and appreciation of the aesthetics of the human body) then that will come across in the art we make. If I had had different interests during my formative years, my art may have manifested in a much different way. What I write about here each day springs directly from what I have experienced either in creating art or talking with people or sometimes with the quotes I find in desperation looking for topics on days that have been quiet. Each shaped by my memory and experiences. Each manifesting an aspect of who I am.
Blessings G

 

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CastleCastle by G A Rosenberg

 

Scattered RainbowScattered Rainbows by G A Rosenberg

Disorganized Senses

“A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed–and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and if, demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions, he will at least have seen them! So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable: other horrible workers will come; they will begin at the horizons where the first one has fallen!”
― Arthur Rimbaud

 

I left my sanity behind
to better see life
without constraint of barriers
that ‘good sense’ bring.
I laughed with fools at kings
in the mirror
and they giggled
smiling coquettishly in their gowns
like call boys enticing a trick.
In streets of red light
I entertained a duchess
but would not take money
for all the hours of wisdom
she gave me.
I pissed on flowers
and watched them grow into light poles
in colours’ ever shifting landscape
I crawled on my belly
through bits of jagged broken tears
to bring back this butterfly for you.
— G A Rosenberg

 

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Inner spacedInner Spaced by G A Rosenberg

 

Journeys in Inner SpaceJourneys In Inner Space by G A Rosenberg

The Poet as Thief of Fire

““The poet, therefore, is truly the thief of fire.He is responsible for humanity, for animals even; he will have to make sure his visions can be smelled, fondled, listened to; if what he brings back from beyond has form, he gives it form; if it has none, he gives it none. A language must be found…of the soul, for the soul and will include everything: perfumes, sounds colors, thought grappling with thought”
― Arthur Rimbaud

 

Like Raven I will steal the sun to keep you warm
and to see its reflection in your eyes
as you awaken
On the night we met you had the stars
you fed them to me like grapes
as i became transfigured by your presence
We made elemental love
my fire banked in your earth
your water in my air
and birthed phoenixes in our destruction…

— G A Rosenberg

 

Blessings, G

 

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Embracing it AllEmbracing the All by G A Rosenberg

 

Vortex LandscapeVortex Landscape by G A Rosenberg

 

Quote of the Day – May 9 2012

“Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.”
— Arthur Rimbaud

What would it be like if we could experience life with the openness and innocence of a child? Isn’t that a goal to aspire towards? And yet …
Our childhoods all too often get ripped away from us. Way too early we find out that the heroes and villains often exchange hats and that nothing is wholly one thing. Would becoming a child again mean that we would continuously have that experience of lost innocence?

I used to believe that innocence was the price we paid for knowledge and that it was a worthwhile trade. Yet, what does knowledge bring us but a calcified view of existence? Once we know something we lose the ability to see what we know as something else. It is only with openness that we can truly experience the true flexibility of being. If we understand that what we know may not be the final word on the subject then we can come to perceive the knowledge and understanding of others. Are we willing to part with the knowledge that we paid such a heavy price for? What if we could trade our knowledge for discernment, the ability to hold both our knowledge and that of others in balance and choose a new knowing. Perhaps that is the genius that Rimbaud speaks of, the genius of discernment.
Blessings, G

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Rainbow Spiral Mind by G A Rosenberg

Eye Beams by G A Rosenberg