Poetic Comments On The Greatest Painters

[bogusbrig]

The Great Wave Off Kanagawa


The publisher would sell at modest prices
Printing five thousand or more
Or until the print block wore out
Or demand subsided
The image sold on its intrinsic merits
Not the image as precious object

In this world the fishermen row hard for shore
Under the shadow of the sea’s great claw rising
Fuji in the distance is mirrored in the sea
A vital source of life, a potential disaster
This pivotal moment between order and chaos
The world perched on the edge of a catastrophe
Balanced in the composition is the fate of men
Who struggle in a universe beyond control
The great wave threatens oblivion

The publisher must have smiled at a job well done
Whether revelation or majestic design
It must have proved satisfying
To sell a masterpiece in such numbers
But then he wouldn’t have known
Hokusai was just a craftsman plying his trade
And lived and died on market demand

 

[TMV]

I have some doubt's

I finally finished and I'm not sure if it makes a image or an idiom. But here it is for your understanding.

“Mr. Sherwood Stills”​

And he was a Pirate.
Holed in the cloaked harbor,
waiting for news of a rich prey to pluck!
Yet fearing, that the enforcer might…, injure.
He had buried his treasure,
he had buried his heart. The like of Davey Jones.
“The Pack Rat Robin”.

But unlike so many others of his ilk.
He had wrought this Midas gold.
He had built his Caribbean shores.
A star-bright sky of jewel’s, as was his death toll.
This somber icon unsought.
A medium of rainbow’s, gathered and never bought.
“The sly bold, of Mr. Hood.”

Now…, they know.
Now how foolishly they see.
The pioneer, innovators silent dole.
‘Cause he saw the shadows, he stroked the light.
Somehow, the man was so mutely free.
The painter was obscured from the rich.
And colored all, for the poor.

If his tree fell in the forest,
What thunder would he make?

The Mystery Valiant
8-3-2007​

 

[TMV]

My how droll...........

As I have noticed, for some reason it seems that painter's that are being spoken of here seem to be showing up in the media more often than usual. But then it's just probably me. But even so, it is a providence in my life when such things happen. For some odd co-ink-ka-dink, things don't so quietly emerge in this string-of-pearls fashion. They tend to have some volume and subtle hints of importance.


BTW, here's your next vegence and spite deletion, Lauren! A picture of your vindictive waste of time and effort! Petty as it is.

 

[TMV]

THings seem to have hit it's pinnacle.

You know, what caused the seperation from reality to the Surrealistic, Abstract and Impressionism? One year, we had the Classics and their realistic depictions, then the next we have Vincent Van Gogh. I think it's an honest truth that Vincent was the first true Impressionist. If I'm wrong, please let me know. I only want to learn more of the changing aspects of painting and try to see it's path of evolution.

But as such, between the Classics and the Impressionist. Scientist would call such a situation, "A Missing Link". Because nothing ever jumps from one idea to an advance idea in the blink of an eye. I remember Toluose Latrec, yet I am unfamiliar with his work and time of existance. Was he before Van Gogh, or after? I was, after some fashion, there with some abstact artist's during the time of the Beat-niks. My uncle was one of the finest artist's here in the 50's and 60's. Don Lehn.

My mother tell's that he painted an exquisite picture of Jesus after an unknown inspiration, causing the fantasttic inspiration. And then in a fit of rage, he destroyed it. My mother loved that painting! But being on welfare, she could do nothing about it.

But it does give us an idea of the forces that drive a painter. Somtimes erringly as we view it. But then because it happened, wouldn't that be the something that the soul needs to deal with it? After all, the "Libraries of Alexandria" weren't protected well enough to keep us informed and knowledgeable. The billion's of masterful works that have disappeared through out history. Depressing.

But then isn't that evolution? And how might that be a part of the changes in painting techniques?

 

[TMV]

And so, this is the third.

Obviously tired of life and the mind. Maybe this is what drove these great's to their death's. That so very few could afford to augment their poor..., poor lives.

 

[FifthFlower]

Fire and Water

The Great Wave Off Kanagawa


The publisher would sell at modest prices
Printing five thousand or more
Or until the print block wore out
Or demand subsided
The image sold on its intrinsic merits
Not the image as precious object

In this world the fishermen row hard for shore
Under the shadow of the sea’s great claw rising
Fuji in the distance is mirrored in the sea
A vital source of life, a potential disaster
This pivotal moment between order and chaos
The world perched on the edge of a catastrophe
Balanced in the composition is the fate of men
Who struggle in a universe beyond control
The great wave threatens oblivion

The publisher must have smiled at a job well done
Whether revelation or majestic design
It must have proved satisfying
To sell a masterpiece in such numbers
But then he wouldn’t have known
Hokusai was just a craftsman plying his trade
And lived and died on market demand

Tsunami power rushes in,
And death ends stress for a few men,
While peaceful in the distant sky,
Mount Fuji's fire is standing by.

 

[FifthFlower]

Hunters in the Snow

It looks like William Carlos Williams wrote a whole series of poems on Brueghel's paintings. Here is Hunters in the Snow, painting and poem.

There's gray. There's white and black, and, yes, there's red.
The clouds might like to add a coat of white.
The hunters, bringing home the freshly dead,
Are likewise bringing life. It's almost night.
Red flames are flashing wilder than the light
The sun's allowed to make, and crows will fly,
And people, black like them, stay clothed and dry.

 

[FifthFlower]

Children's Games

Here is Children's Games.

The children crowding up this street
Are busy like adults at play,
Or work, and there's no time to eat,
Or sleep away this fairy day.