A collective blog on the fusion between art-literature-poetry and music or how these different disciplines interacted and amused themselves and were muses for each other at the same time. This blog invites authors also to publish their own work on LAMUSAR or to give comments on books they like and why?! If you hesitate, let you inspire by these words received from the Fiji Isles: SMALL IS BEAUTIFUL, MANY SMALLS IS BIG! (Simonne Pauwels)
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PAINTINGS BY EMMY VERSCHOOR
VOOR EMMY
Voor Emmy
Zijn het pluimen of bladeren
die ontsnappen uit je binnenste hartkamer
of is het de gloed van de kleur van kloppend bloed
hunkerend naar de stilte van rimpelloos
Water?
Als haar handen vloeibaar worden
krijgt de piano vleugels op het doek
Een boom verbijt haar vergezicht
In de diepte luisteren wortels verrukt
naar de zachte braille van haar bestaan
Tuinen hangen van de wolken
omlaag, omhoog groeien vreemde bloemen
uit een ingebeelde notenbalk.
Guido Vermeulen
14 november 2011
Muziek bij de video: Claude Debussy
Zijn het pluimen of bladeren
die ontsnappen uit je binnenste hartkamer
of is het de gloed van de kleur van kloppend bloed
hunkerend naar de stilte van rimpelloos
Water?
Als haar handen vloeibaar worden
krijgt de piano vleugels op het doek
Een boom verbijt haar vergezicht
In de diepte luisteren wortels verrukt
naar de zachte braille van haar bestaan
Tuinen hangen van de wolken
omlaag, omhoog groeien vreemde bloemen
uit een ingebeelde notenbalk.
Guido Vermeulen
14 november 2011
Muziek bij de video: Claude Debussy
vrijdag 16 september 2011
TRIBUTE TO E.D.
Papercut by Guido Vermeulen, sent to Cathérine Petré, around a poem by Emily Dickinson. This is how I commented the papercut on the Art & Lit group on IUOMA (join; it's a fantastic group!)
http://iuoma-network.ning.com/group/literatureandart
Funny;
I made a papercut Wednesday (because of the positive reactions on the papercuts, I do them occasionally, almost therapeutic, they calm me down because of the concentration but hard on the wrists!). Also I wanted this to link with an Emily Dickinson poem, a conversation between life and death and that's a major theme in the oeuvre of ED as well as a classic theme in Lit. altogether.
First I made the papercut, will post the image later and then choose a matching poem:
That such have died
Enable us
The tranquiller to die
That such have lived
Certificate
For immortality
ED
Or one dead makes us accept we all have to die (bye bye ego)
But the twist is the second stanza where ED opens the door to immortality because of the life the dead has lived, and it's of no importance how long that life was.
Shocked me after I put everything together, cried a bit and made another note on the back of the papercut "thinking of Gabriel again"
One of the most powerful death poems I know:
In a + sense: Renaissance by Edna Vincent St Millay (a young girl wants to die, buries herself in a coffin under the earth but is lured back to life by the tapping rain on that same earth, Edna wrote this when she was 17)
In a more negative sense: a dead poem by Joyce Mansour that ends with the desperate cry "oh God, how lonely I am in my grave".
Mansour is a major poet by the way, Egyptian, wrote in French and part of the surrealist movement but like so many wonderful femails in that movement completely overlooked and overshadowed by her male compadres. It's a shame!
Long live TOYEN, MANSOUR, ZURN, TANNING, CARRINGTON, MAAR, MILLER and others, you are all invited to discover their art, writings, photo's and meaningful lives.
Guido
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