Archive for the ‘Art’ Category

Ivan Shadr, v1

Women, men,

deep and shallow,

we all want to be liked,

appreciated,

ultimately desired.

 

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Georgii Brousentsov - Au bord de l'eau

I see art,

and it’s beautiful.

The creation is truly a sensation!

But I understand what most men see,

on the wall,

in their souls,

and what they feel…

Base arousal.

 

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In the cold, hard light of this morning’s groggy exhaustion,

last night’s artistic endeavor seems

like shit,

expelled from body.

 

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“Doggerel!”

they exclaimed,

dismissing it,

blindly

and deliberately

missing the beauty.

… Elitist

pissing contest.

 

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Shtange, Irina Dmitrievna (1906-1992) - Tri Gracii

 

I ask him why men like looking at naked women,

the more,

the better.

“It’s primal…” his slurred reply,

jaw gaping,

“and inspiring.”

 

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The poetry

real,

even when translated by a soul-less machine,

retains something, beyond time and place

(as if nourished by a Spirit from on High),

it speaks softly and strong,

rhythmically and long,

it lives on

in every reader

who listens

to the voice within.

 

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I read, see and hear the news.

Ugly, alleged truths,

incomplete stories,

manipulation,

confusion and pain.

I feel the need to be informed

but

I want to run away.

I need something different.

I want to embrace beauty.

I need to see art,

everyday.

 

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As an artist,

I realize the impossibility of replicating perfection.

As a plebian,

I understand your frustration and choose to let your criticism slide.

Monika.

 

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