good morning blog world! rise and shine! my weekend was spectacular. pictures and inspired thoughts to come. for now, please peak into the vision of an Incan. i wrote this poem on thursday, as i spent 10 hours with an illegal immigrant who fled to alaska from peru in the 70's. his story was remarkeable. he tells me his release is in painting but his hands don't work properly anymore and so he only has the paintings in his mind. i am not as much of a painter as a writer and so for him i share with the world a vision which he shared with me: i dont have a name for it yet. i was thinking of [naked art] but then maybe it should be more relative to the man. we'll see:
with fists he
claims the courage
in raw configued art.
naked in front
of spews of
bodies, pointing at
her painting.
with words he
calms her dignity,
trashed by the
ignorant mass.
jaded in front
of spews of bodies,
she can not hide
her face. ~
 | Currently listening:
Fair & Square
By John Prine
Release date: 2005-04-26 |
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