Expression
(For my friends who tell their stories,
decode their mythologies, who stay curious,
who go forward without looking back, who dare
to inhabit perilous ideas and let themselves
be vulnerable.)
Wounded words that write
their own poetry,
minds that are curiously
tenacious enough
to paint their imagination:
Clay that shapes
beneath the broken fingers
because love leads the artist
into dangerous places.
Feeling lost at times.
and not knowing
if you dreamt this poem
or it dreamt you,
but as artist we go forward
and cross our shadows
____ dream our demons
Imagine our angels.
To stop for one moment
and forget who we are suppose to be.
To acknowledge
that mankind’s human condition
never finds its center
but is constantly edging up
against its boundaries.
As artist our creativity
is fueled by primitive instinct
and cultural conscience.
If we see ourselves through others
we can create from substance,
not the mirrored reality
but the reality that embeds itself
deep within our awareness.
The flower leaves the plant
without moaning, without regret
without harming, and without need.
As artist we can create with passion,
with an understanding
that desire will never
give you what you need,
will never quench your thirst
or relieve your appetite.
That is not the quest of desire,
desire leaves you hungry,
hunger makes you aware.
We fall in love
to create,
we rise
and we assent.
It is the will of desire not to be satisfied.
It is the artist who must never diminish
his or her soul, but to understand
the only true freedom
we have to create with
is within our minds.
In the meantime I offer a synopsis
In the simplicity of a quote
written by Oscar Wilde
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
Keep creating and keep the faith ____
Gesso
Writing and Image © Gesso Cocteau
This message from.a poet to poets froman artist to artists
From a human being to our world quivers in both it’s tenderness and force …it flew to.me perfecly timed as I was going down on one knee dogged in selfdoubting negativity
Thank you for this writing bought up from.tbe soul which despite the slings and arrows
Continues it’s searching report
On why we do it
It’s not all for naught
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Cricket
September 16, 2022
“Expression” is such a powerful and beautiful poem. It reminds my soul of humanity’s limitations and vulnerability and of artists’ expansiveness and freedom!