Dear Roger, Luis and Friends of this forum,
WOW! Reading through some of the more recents posts, I am AWE struck! I hadn't heard of Hieronymus Bosch either. However, like most Renaissence artists his work is amazing.
Roger, your poem is so wonderfully insightful, that I am compelled to post it again.
I Like to Think So
(c) Roger Macdivitt 2009
What is it that flows from this pen?
Mere ink? Mere thoughts? More?
What of the value, who will decide?
Would I die for mere words, personally crafted?
No, but for the right to express myself,
I like to think so.
What is it that flies from this chisel?
Mere stone? Mere dust? More?
What of the result? Sculpture or dross?
Would I die for my stone, lovingly wrought?
No, but for the right to make a statement?
I like to think so.
What is it that my brush transfers?
Colourful Paint?, Bright Ideas, More?
My work, merited, understood, by whom and when?
Would I die for my canvas, daubed?
No, but for the freedom to work so,
I like to think so.
What is it that leaves my piano’s strings?
Is it a note, a chord or a concerto?
Inspired, learned or improvised?
Would I die to play?
No, but I’d die for the right to share.
I like to think so.
What is it that flows from true art?
Is it soul? A message? Something beyond?
Profound, disturbing or revealing.
Would I die to save my art?
No. But I’d die to defend art’s future.
I like to think so.
"It always sounds conceited when people say that they were inspired. I am sure that I was.
Art is like sport and true humanity. It is a manifestation of the human spirit, a glimpse of the God inside of us. True, wrongdoing and greed infiltrate the edges of all three, BUT, it is the very RIGHT TO EXPRESS ourselves that keeps the integrity.
If I inspire one other to express a feeling or emotion that they have harboured deep inside, then I feel justified in the means. If that thought was bad it needed sharing for when it remains unchallenged it will grow. If the thought was beautiful it will enter other hearts and swell the Love there."
Luis wrote: "I will not tell you again how it feels while I write, it would be pointless since the two of you also know that feeling and besides, it is not that important because it is how I feel after I have finished my writing that is important. I feel like I would not change myself for any person in the world.
I recently tried to explain it to Kathleen in a post. Particularly if I write in the most spontaneous possible way, the feeling of contentment is beyond words after my article - or whatever - has been finished: My breathing becomes deliciously calm and fresh, rythmic but sweet, my body feels light but at the same time very strong, I stand happily erect and, better than anything else, I cannot stop smiling. I really would not change myself for anyone."
AWESOME thoughts!
I agree with Kathleen in regards to communicating. There has been so much lost in writing in cyberspace. I think of all the letters and the art of writing them that has been lost.
Love & Hugs
Sincerely,
Terry
Hieronymus Bosch - Marriage Feast at Cana