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atelier nude
I make art. this is what I do.
my passion is the instrument that hastens me into
verses of battle & tragic love affairs, of desolate
days & stormy nights.
a poem is composed of truth & mystery; it’s a haven
of crystal reflections & obscure shadows. & when
there’s a woman in it, it’s beautiful.
I speak of ‘she.’ she who comes to me when I’m in need.
she knows of my savage desires, my carnal avidity that
is sacred & profane. she gives of her nightingale flesh &
absorbs the heat & the torment of mine.
she delivers herself to me, as Dora Maar delivered
herself to Picasso, as his model, companion, & bedmate.
his Spaniard blood derived from her sexual gratification, &
from that infamy, she became his art.
a woman knows of the irrational passion that burns inside
a painter, or a poet. she is drawn to that fire like a papillon,
even as it singes her wings. an artist exists for his art, & his
mistress, his Dora, his Kiki, will submit all of her flawless
skills at lovemaking, all of her naked charms that name her
Woman….. to gratify his enormous sexual craving.
so it was with Picasso. so it is with me.
when I envision her,
she is nude, she is beautiful –
and now, she is art…
Published 9th Jan 2016
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9th Jan 2016 9:58pm
and now, she is art…
And so is this poem. I love that you ended with ellipses. The relationship between painter and muse has no end, but lives eternal in the conduits of both what is given as well as received. It's a blessed gift that too many take for granted until it's gone.
Beautiful composition, John.
And so is this poem. I love that you ended with ellipses. The relationship between painter and muse has no end, but lives eternal in the conduits of both what is given as well as received. It's a blessed gift that too many take for granted until it's gone.
Beautiful composition, John.
9th Jan 2016 10:09pm
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10th Jan 2016 00:33am
10th Jan 2016 2:03am
'...when
there’s a woman in it, it’s beautiful.'
Art needs beautiful woman, as does the artist. And the artist is a lucky man...
there’s a woman in it, it’s beautiful.'
Art needs beautiful woman, as does the artist. And the artist is a lucky man...
10th Jan 2016 4:04am
"she became his art"
~lovely extremes in just this..
"her nightingale flesh" <~~always, you drop words with perfect charm .. *sighs
adore the passionate draws and draw of your pen, SirJ!
sweet curtsies,
~d
~lovely extremes in just this..
"her nightingale flesh" <~~always, you drop words with perfect charm .. *sighs
adore the passionate draws and draw of your pen, SirJ!
sweet curtsies,
~d
Anonymous
10th Jan 2016 5:29am
Ah, to be a muse can be a fine thing, in the moment. Lovely writing.
10th Jan 2016 10:52am
Echo AnnaKissed Me. Favourite verse likewise the second. "And when there's a woman in it, it is beautiful" can be as true of a picture or a dedicated song. Even more beautiful when it is the woman in the man's life.
10th Jan 2016 1:38pm
exceptional...
"a poem is composed of truth & mystery;"
and so you have shown...
"a poem is composed of truth & mystery;"
and so you have shown...
10th Jan 2016 2:02pm
10th Jan 2016 7:56pm
Ahhh . . . Art! The difference between those
that do and those who pick their noses!
that do and those who pick their noses!
10th Jan 2016 9:02pm
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12th Jan 2016 1:43am
Mmm, you do inspire me, Mr. Feddeler! My muse is swallowing fire,, i must surrender 'neath its bloody art. Love this very much. -blue angel
16th Jan 2016 5:00am
You pulled my heart strings
deeply and hard with this
honey.. sweet gods..
leaving my dew-claw marks
..must return
-Howlings
deeply and hard with this
honey.. sweet gods..
leaving my dew-claw marks
..must return
-Howlings
19th Jan 2016 7:09pm
26th Aug 2017 9:20am
And so it is,
singed by passion, transformation
of beauty into art. Such is a woman.
If the mind of the artist became the art,
what a masterpiece it would be.
Amazing work, John...
singed by passion, transformation
of beauty into art. Such is a woman.
If the mind of the artist became the art,
what a masterpiece it would be.
Amazing work, John...
