Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Monday, April 30, 2012

Two Views

DUSK 

Flaming orange
sets dusk afire,
lush blues and greens conversing deeply
with red accents. 
Twilight's palette ignited,
colors swirl and dance
with restless intensity
like laughing children before bedtime,
leaping
into the eye
of the beholder.


DAYBREAK 

Flaming orange
sets daybreak afire,
lush blues and greens whispering softly
with red accents. 
Dawn's palette ignited,
colors swirl and dance
like sun-kissed children
eager to play,
leaping
into the eye
of the beholder.
                                

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Letter to My Readers - April 24, 2012 (reprinted from above)

Tuesday, April 24th, 2012 

Hello, Readers,

Happy Spring -- and a gorgeous one it's turning out to be!

As I reflect upon my own poems and essays, I reflect also upon those of others.  On behalf of all of us whose blogs are not time-bound daily "updates" but rather discrete artistic endeavors of writing or other forms of art, I wish to highlight the point that our "archived" pieces, therefore, are just as timely today as they were on the day they were posted.  Because each piece is meant to stand alone (unless, of course, it's written in parts, or chapters), it doesn't "age" the way a time-bound blog update would age.  Poetry, essays, creative writing, and the visual arts don't age at all.  The word "archive," in this case, does not imply "out of date" or "now potentially irrelevant" as it might in a different type of blog.

So I ask you, please, to try and look into the archived months on this blog at some point in your browsing.  An author's earlier works can help flesh out one's interpretation of his later works.  

And, yes, following my own advice, I do always attempt to "look back" at my fellow writers' earlier, or earliest, pieces.  I have found this to be a rich source of understanding and ongoing significance.

Speaking of significance, for those of you who are Armenian and for all others who appreciate the momentum of history, I wish to commemorate this memorial day of earthshaking significance:  Armenian Genocide Memorial Day.

In his soul-rattling book, Black Dog of Fate, author Peter Balakian captures the horrific reality of the Armenian Genocide -- understood through the eyes of his beloved grandmother -- with a traumatically jarring poem toward the middle of the book.  The whole work really must be read.
     
In honor of this day, I enclose here a link to one of my favorite musical works (please click on title below):


May the blood, sacrifice, martyrdom, and tears of the Armenian people and their descendants bear renewed life and meaning for those in the homeland and in the diaspora.

God bless you all.

Sincerely,

~ Turquoise

Monday, March 19, 2012

Poem

Relevance
gone mad with art,
bemusing in form,
light for its weight,
tune with no music,
sound waiting to be made
whether uttered
or not.

Monday, January 23, 2012

By Words and Brush

"Why poetry?" -- artist's inquiry.
Reply -- "Why paintings for all to see?

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Art's Call

The manly sculpture
wept.
Crowds gathered 'round
as the gallery owner scurried forth.
For days, weeks, months
the masses thronged the hall.
All gazed at the wonder.
Some took photographs.
Magazines and newspapers raved.
"Profound!  A work of genius!" all exclaimed,
peering closely,
seeking to locate the precise cleft in the rock --
the artist's singularly brilliant stroke --
which had released the flow of "hidden liquid."
One day, a child broke through the crowd
and ran right up to the statue.
"Veronica!" her mother gasped.
"High art!  A masterpiece!" the gallery owner cried.  "Do not touch!"
The child never heard.
With her little finger,
she wiped away the statue's tears.
"You came,"
whispered the statue,
and wept no more.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

When Words Shine

Chain of words,
the finest thread,
repartee woven
between heart and head.

Chain of words,
all links secure,
lifeline extended
that hope may endure.

Chain of words,
reflector of light, 
stalwart companion 
in thick of night.

Chain of words,
strong hand to grasp
in the tear-stained journey
toward Truth at last.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Quickened

Poetry uses inanimate words
to frame reality.
Reality framed by acts of love
breathes living poetry.