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Category: Visual Art

Vincent in the Sky Above Bologna, 1493

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A star hung in the sky just above

The brim of his straw hat.

He gazed upon a city.

I hope nobody mistakes me he thought

I hope nobody mistakes me, he thought.

He gazed upon a medieval woodcut

On Christmas Eve.

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I used Google Earth

To track the movements of the past,

Finding where the sky began…

I had to do this

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Before unplugging

For a few days…

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To contemplate what I might awaken

Soon, &

2015,

So soon upon us…

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& In this season of celebration,

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A star alighting upon Vincent,

Wishing you

  A Happy New Year.

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The woodcut, depicting Bologna, is by an unknown artist, 1493.

Self-portrait by Vincent Van Gogh, 1887.

Bologna street scene from Google Earth, 2014.

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I do not claim copyright of the original images.

I have recomposed original images to create a new non-commercial work

for purposes of parody or commentary

under fair use provisions

of the copyright law.

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Solstice (with Van Gogh sunflowers)

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Patty Hearst in Hibernia

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On April 15, 1974,

Patty Hearst,

A 19 year old university art student and heiress,

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Kidnapped by revolutionaries,

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& Suffering from

Stockholm Syndrome,

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Appeared on camera,

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Robbing the Hibernia Bank, (Sunset District Branch, San Francisco),

Alongside her new comrades.

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Pulled into this place,

Across time & coincidence,

Into this name

Pursuing

Consciousness &

Thirst,

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Into, possibly, a

Type of

Portal…

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In Rudolf Steiner’s slim volume ‘The Druids’

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He discusses The Mysteries of Ancient Ireland,

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& the Mystery Centres of Hibernia:

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It sounds strange today that an older humanity experienced sweet after-effects of sleep in the limbs, the arms, right down into the finger-tips and the other parts of the body. But the research of the science of the sprit shows that it was so; and the genius of language has retained something of this, though in a crude and materialistic form. A sleeping-draught was once something spiritual, that is, sleep itself, and it was only later that it became an actual liquid draught in a material form…

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In modern initiation we ascend from our ordinary ideas to spirit-sight, but in those days, while ordinary human beings passed from their dreamlike life into sleep, for which they cultivated a consciousness and experienced this after-taste, the mystery priests had the ability to feel their way consciously into sleep and so learned what this after-taste implied…

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Her thirst for

draught of sleep,

&

A waking-dream of

Clouds or plants…

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 This was the consolation which the priests of the Mysteries could give their people in ancient days; they made them see that plants are not just beautiful but are permeated by the weaving of the spirit; that the clouds do not just sail through the air but that divine spiritual elemental beings are active in them, and so on. It was towards the spirit of nature that these initiates led the human beings who depended on them for guidance…

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Digitally collaged images include security camera footage,

An ancient navigational device,

A neolithic stone structure,

A stone carving,

(authors unknown).

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I do not claim copyright of the original images.

I have created a new composition

for non-commercial purposes

of parody or commentary.

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Autumn, late

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I remember when she said,

I’m sorry to interrupt your relationship

With Bob Dylan.

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Starry, Starry Snow

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I saw Vincent walking down my street.

He said, ‘I’m cold.’

I said, ‘You’re not alone.’

He said, ‘Finally.’

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Phone camera: Toronto street

NASA space image

 Vincent Van Gogh: ‘Self-Portrait with Straw Hat’

Paris: Summer, 1887

Oil on Canvas

The Detroit Institue of Arts

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To Such Belong the Kingdom of the Heavens: A Visual Essay on The 11th Hour of The 11th Day of The 11th Month (Remembrance Day)

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As I understand the accepted wisdom Jesus was a peacemaker. Reflecting upon Remembrance Day one cannot help but think of how children (and civilians) are affected by war. I have incorporated the biblical quotes/visual references into this digital essay as a way of contemplating the historical workings of religion towards war.

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‘Jesus however said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them; for it is to those who are childlike that the Kingdom of the Heavens belongs.’ – Weymouth New Testament, Matthew 19:14

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‘Blessed are the Peacemakers…’ – Matthew 5:9

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Images of Christ from the Ravenna Mosaics – a public domain image from Wikipedia Commons.

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Credit: Photos of children from the online collections of the Metropolitan Museum of Modern Art released for non-commercial adaption. I have used images from the great photographers Ansel Adams, Walker Evans,  Johan Hayemeyer. If I have misunderstood the terms of conditions attached to these images I will remove the digital collages from online publication.

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An Asymmetrical Drawing Lightly & Beyond

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You might think the birds would fly three dimensionally

Into this their second body of branches and leaves,

Tuning a vibrational revelation at mechanisms

Attuned eons ago to invisible knowledge,

Whispering upon silent migration,

 Twigs and victorious feather,

Summery din of magic,

Sunlight swooping,

Midnight vine

Asleep in

Dreams

Made

Of

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I glean pathways, spiralling gyres, thin vivacious lines

Echoing in silvery twigs & prehistorical symbolism,

Glimmering beyond this garden of fallen souls,

 A volcanic woman nesting like a blue bird,

Her bed an ancient sea of knowledge,

Flowering & blooming oceanic sky

Harmonizing & hammering,

Hypnotizing shadows arc

Perceiving caravans,

Intuiting stone,

Entrancing

Watery

Eyes

Of

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Those nights and days, mostly nights, shaded and cool,

Illuminated by the slow voyaging of distant starlight,

 Songs of star-birds meandering far from magnetic

Fields with soft grasses imprinted upon wings,

Upon all motion, this hand with pen, now

A decision as if Original Idea, golden

Original Thought, in purposeful

 Cascading winds, lighting

Archways & beyond,

Whose feathers

And twigs

Speak

Of

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Atomic War and the Baseball Championship At Stake

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Earlier that day in school

We were told to ‘duck and cover.’

The teacher explained:

Those communists will soon lay waste

To the surrounding farmland and fields,

The blast will be as brilliant as the sun.

Do not look into it!

Charred flesh and animal remains will be

Driven by the force of the wind through the classroom windows.

Pray to god they do not launch multiple warheads:

Evaporating the dairy farms,

Tractor dealerships and pine forests.

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You must, as one, kneel beneath your desks,

Noses pressed into the floor,

Knuckles clasped firmly behind your heads,

Under no circumstances open your eyes!

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I stared at lines

On the wooden floor

Wondering how deep

The grooves went.

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Sometimes they led us into the basement,

Turning the lights off:

I listened to breathing

In the black, damp air:

A multitude of moist

Nostrils inhaling

Cold

Concrete.

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That night at the baseball game we were playing for the championship.

‘Everything depends on tonight’s effort,’ said the coach.

‘Everything.’

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I Have Learned So Much by Hafiz

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I

Have

Learned

So much from God

That I can no longer

Call

Myself

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A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,

a Buddhist, a Jew.

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The Truth has shared so much of Itself

With me

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That I can no longer call myself

A man, a woman, an angel,

Or even a pure

Soul.

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Love has

Befriended Hafiz so completely

It has turned to ash

And freed

Me

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Of every concept and image

my mind has ever known.

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From: ‘The Gift’  

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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I did the ink drawing in my Moleskin sketchbook within the last few days

using a Micron drawing pen with archival ink.

And the digital manipulations of the image within the last 24 hours or so

using Photoshop 5.

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I Know The Way You Can Get by Hafiz

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I know the way you can get

When you have not had a drink of Love:

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Your face hardens,

Your sweet muscles cramp.

Children become concerned

About a strange look that appears in your eyes

Which even begins to worry your own mirror

And nose.

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Squirrels and birds sense your sadness

And call an important conference in a tall tree.

They decide which secret code to chant

To help your mind and soul.

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Even angels fear that brand of madness

That arrays itself against the world

And throws sharp stones and spears into

The innocent

And into one’s self.

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O I know the way you can get

If you have not been drinking Love:

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You might rip apart

Every sentence your friends and teachers say,

Looking for hidden clauses.

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You might weigh every word on a scale

Like a dead fish.

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You might pull out a ruler to measure

From every angle in your darkness

The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once

Trusted.

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I know the way you can get

If you have not had a drink from Love’s

Hands.

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That is why all the Great Ones speak of

The vital need

To keep remembering God,

So you will come to know and see Him

As being so Playful

And Wanting,

Just Wanting to help.

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That is why Hafiz says:

Bring your cup near me.

For all I care about

Is quenching your thirst for freedom!

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All a Sane man can ever care about

Is giving Love!

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From: I Heard God Laughing – Renderings of Hafiz

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky