SOOOOO.. i have had a recent spurt of not very inspired for some crazy reason… soooo i have been going to the library, and have a few books out. A project i am working on, lead me with the idea of checking some poetry out, something i have not had the need/want to do in the past. WOW like i have found some inspirational writings, and am taking a lot of philosophical thinking from some of the poems. I am liking how poets in even one line can simplify something down to mean a lot,
one i quite liked, i’m not the slightest religious but this was a fun read and long:
Mary stood in the kitchen
Baking a loaf of bread.
An angel flew in the window
‘We’ve a job for you,’ he said.
‘God in his big gold heaven
Sitting in his big blue chair,
Wanted a mother for his little son.
Suddenly saw you there.’
Mary shook and trembled,
‘It isn’t true what you say.’
‘Don’t say that,’ said the angel.
‘The baby’s on its way.’
Joseph was in the workshop
Planing a piece of wood.
‘The old man’s past it,’ the neighbours said.
‘That girls been up to no good.’
‘And who was that elegant fellow,’
They said. ‘in the shiny gear?’
The things they said about Gabriel
Were hardly fit to hear.
Mary never answered,
Mary never replied.
She kept the information,
Like the baby, safe inside.
It was the election winter.
They went to vote in the town.
When Mary found her time had come
The hotels let her down.
The baby was born in an annexe
Next to the local pub.
At midnight, a delegation
Turned up from the Farmers’ club.
They talked about an explosion
That made a hole on the sky,
Said they’d been sent to the Lamb and Flag
To see God come down from on high.
A few days later a bishop
And a five-star general were seen
With the head of an African country
In a bullet-proof limousine.
‘We’ve come,’ they said ‘with tokens
For the little boy to choose.’
Told the tale about war and peace
In the television news.
After them came the soldiers
With rifle and bombs and gun,
Looking for enemies of the state.
The family had packed up and gone.
When they got back to the village
The neighbours said, to a man,
‘That boy will never be one of us,
Though he does what he blessed well can.’
He went round to all the people
A paper crown on his head.
Here is some bread from my father.
Take, eat, he said.
Nobody seemed very hungry.
Nobody seemed to care.
Nobody saw the God in himself
Quietly standing there.
He finished up in the papers.
He came to a very bad end.
He was charged with bringing the living to life.
No man was that prisoner’s friend.
There’s only one kind of punishment
To fit that kind of crime.
They rigged a trial and shot him dead.
They were only just in time.
They lifted the young man by the leg,
Thy lifted him by the arm,
They locked him in a cathedral
In case he came to harm.
They stored him safe as water
Under seven rocks.
One Sunday morning he burst out
Like a jack-in-the-box.
Through the town he went walking.
He showed them the holes in his head.
Now do you want any loaves? He cried.
‘Not today’ they said.
By Charles Causley..
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ha and many more i spent about two hours sitting in Global cafe, munching a nice Mediterranean salad with some spanish music in the background, reading poetry, and drinking masala chai tea, it was rather fun. and gave me the want to get some drawing done!.
I had been inspired by the few hours i spent in the library earlier that day, so when i got home, i sat in the garden, tried reading some poetry, but it was nice, so i sat in the rocking chair on the garden patio sipping on tea looking up to the blue sky, just contemplating. it was growing dark and cold, so i went inside and started drawing up a piece from the inspiration i had got to the book of the meaning behind symbols the word was “ABRACADABRA” what a cool looking work and so was the meaning + the symbol Charm.. here is a snip from wikipedia:
The term might be of Semitic origin. It’s from the Aramaic phrase avra kehdabra, meaning “I will create as I speak”. [1]
The word is now commonly used as an incantation by stage magicians and their imitators. In ancient times, however, it was taken much more seriously as an incantation to be used as a cure for fevers and inflammations. The first known mention was in the 2nd century AD in a poem called De Medicina Praecepta by Serenus Sammonicus, physician to the Roman emperor Caracalla, who prescribed that the sufferer from the disease wear an amulet containing the word written in the form of an inverted cone:[1]
A - B - R - A - C - A - D - A - B - R - A
A - B - R - A - C - A - D - A - B - R
A - B - R - A - C - A - D - A - B
A - B - R - A - C - A - D - A
A - B - R - A - C - A - D
A - B - R - A - C - A
A - B - R - A - C
A - B - R - A
A - B - R
A - B
A
but it goes down to a central point so that the A is in the middle!. anyway here is the design i came up with for fun, and included the central point, which refers to eternity, and included the heart to re-inforce the meaning behind health. i liked that the charm is about freeing ones self of disease.
here is the image i came up with, its not so legible but was just for fun:
anyway many things in the pipe lines, things that are al mabee happening so will not say. i am going to a private view at the tate modern on wednesday! so hope that to be fun!.
