PIERO DELLA FRANCESCA
4. Vision of Constantine
Fresco, 329 x 190 cm
San Francesco, Arezzo
A collection of poetry, prose, logophilia and art that strikes a chord, deep or distant, within.
Why then does flesh, a bubble glass of breath
Hunt after honour and advancement vain,
and rear a trophy for devouring death,
with so great labour and long lasting pain,
As if his days for ever should remain?
Sith all that in this world is great or gaie,
Doth as a vapour vanish, and decaie.
Look back, who list, unto the former ages,
And call to count, what is of them become?
Where be those learned wits and antique Sages,
Which of all wisedome knew the perfect somme?
Where those great warriors, which did overcome
The world with conquest of their might and maine,
And made one meare of th’earth and of their raine?
Edmund Spenser, English poet (1552-1599)
A Cicada Shell by Matsuo Basho
A cicada shell;
it sang itself
I was recently gifted this beautiful watercolor by a favorite artist, Kelsey Schoenlein.
Rastrophiliopustrocity is a barrage of creative random thoughts, images, and ideas that spontaneously overwhelms the right brain, which then becomes immediately exercised when paired with discernment through the left brain under spacious awareness from an empty point.
1. the act or an instance of emancipating; the act of freeing or state of being freed; liberation.
2. the condition of being emancipated; freedom from inhibition and convention.
Etymology: from Latin ēmancipātus, past participle of ēmancipāre, “freed from control”; equivalent to ē-, prefix for “out of” + man(us), “hand” + -cip-, combining form of capere, “to seize”.
CASAS I CARBÓ, Ramón
Ramón Casas and Pere Romeu on a Tandem
Oil on canvas, 188 x 216 cm
Museu Nacional d’Art de Catalunya, Barcelona
Indulge me at last when my heart is appealing,
And rescue my soul from despondency’s maw,
Instal me again in my peat-scented sheiling,
and let me look out on the wilds of Loch Awe.
In place of the visions from mists of obscurity
I’ll live once again in Argyllshire’s charm,
And the deeds I extol in the years of futurity
Will at once be enhanced by a sweep of the arm.
Ian D Campbell, Scottish poet, from his book of poetry published in 1935