We stardust souls are eternal, yet needing a flesh costume to affect and interact in the physical world. So we subject ourselves to the death-rebirth trauma of being born, forgetting most of our knowledge and wisdom in the process.
Then we grow and learn what we can in a lifetime. Laughter and joy. Friendship. Hope and despair. Love and hate. Pain and anguish.
When the flesh grows weak and old, we die and remember everything from the beginning of time. Remember the reason we undertake life again and again. Only to once again choose the flesh costume. Hoping this time we’ll be able to awaken the flesh’s animal soul enough to impart some of our wisdom. Knowing that all we can hope to become, are messengers.
Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things.
I can’t believe how fast April has gone. Last year I struggled to write something every day. This year, with the ekphrastic challenge to guide me, the only struggle has been finding enough time to write as much as I’ve wanted. Some days I’ve even written and posted more than one poem. Will sit myself down to reflect and praise myself this weekend, and think about where to go from here. The praising part is one that I have real struggle with, normally I discredit my work and move on to the next thing. So will endeavour to change that this time.
The last ekphrastic poem became another Spenserian sonnet, with the linked rhyme scheme of ABAB BCBC CDCD EE.
I had to laugh a bit when I wrote it. I’ve stayed away from trying the Spenserian one because I thought the Shakesperian ones were hard enough. But it turns out the linked rhyme scheme, reminiscent of Terza Rima suits me much better.
Actually really pleased with this one. Feels like ending GloPoWriMo on a strong note.
One life Two hands Three in any holy trinity Four cardinal points Five sacred elements Six, love and sex, contain sacredness Seven chakras to shine clear Eight Sabbats in the wheel Nine, three fold law times three Ten Sephirots emanating divine light Eleven mysterious knowledge insights Twelve full moons, and one blue orange Thirteen witches in the magic coven
Nineteen, loving wisdom hope govern Twenty-Twenty karmic judgment appear, grow better, renew, global catastrophe draws near Twenty One light’s biannual turning point Twenty Two spiritual paths to ascend the three
I’m revelling in the fact that Stockholm is white and covered in snow. I chase blinding sunlight on snow whenever it’s there. The lengthening days are noticeable. Still in the core of most northerners lies the longing for spring.
Now, now! Dear soul! I’ve done this countless times before. I move between and between. It wouldn’t do to be forever seen. I divert with the screech of an owl. Even though, I pity souls killed by neglect and foul. I don’t recommend staying as a ghost. Even though together you would be a mighty host. Now! Peek beneath my cowl! Look into the void, and honk like a lost wildfowl. My eyes are the portals. Transporting all Bardo states mortals. Handing you off at the gates. Of the Kingdom of karmic weaving fates.
This is the second day of the January Ekphrastic Challenge. To see all artwork and read all poetry go to, THE WOMBWELL RAINBOW. My poem today is inspired by Marcel Herms – Der Tod ist ein Dandy auf einem Pferd. (Death is a Dandy on a Horse)
It was a long time since I used my school learnt German. As I translated the title, some part of my mind said it was more than a artwork title. Maybe a line from a poem, or a song, or a philosophic text. Got a happy, albeit loud, surprise when I found it’s a 1985 song – Der Tod Ist Ein Dandy by Einstürzende Neubauten. Industrial synth that sounds like a migraine attack feels.
A Dutch visual artist. He is also one of the two men behind the publishing house Petrichor. Freedom is very important in the visual work of Marcel Herms. In his paintings he can express who he really is in complete freedom. Without the social barriers of everyday life.
There is a strong relationship with music. Like music, Herms’ art is about autonomy, freedom, passion, color and rhythm. You can hear the rhythm of the colors, the rhythm of the brushstrokes, the raging cry of the pencil, the subtle melody of a collage. The figures in his paintings rotate around you in shock, they are heavily abstracted, making it unclear what they are doing. Sometimes they look like people, monsters, children or animals, or something in between. Sometimes they disappear to be replaced immediately or to take on a different guise. The paintings invite the viewer to join this journey. Free-spirited.
He collaborates with many different authors, poets, visual artists and audio artists from around the world and his work is published by many different publishers.
The unusual and artistic image below, made using a technique known as “solargraphy” in which a pinhole camera captures the movement of the Sun in the sky over many months, was taken from the Atacama Pathfinder Experiment (APEX) telescope on the plateau of Chajnantor. Read more on the linked source page.