songstress

Friday, April 18, 2008 2:15:17 AM

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this is a true story. i was there that cold november on the waterfront.


songstress

my dear, you could come drifting in here
like some seaside waif
who frequents the tavern at sunset
for her welcome and a friendly pat
sometimes a dollar for her song

fey hoyden who sits snugly by the fire
singing of familiar and haunting sadness
or, cheers the motley loners
with songs of wit and wonder
(on these days she pays her way)

and haven't you noticed
that i am the tavern company
nutritious denizen of dark truths
fashioning with love and cunning art
a key for you to fit your heart

daily here you bare your sadness
shine your forgetful joy
sip rare love from tender lips
here where a magic ether flows
from finger tips
to loose the knots of tangled woes

if this is what you wanted
why hold back?
surrender wholly
and if it must be
through choking tears, you find relief
so be it, there's an end to it.

an end to sparrowing a larks song
or squeaking out the nightingale
now, in the open, you may
grasp the sunlight
the sunlight
that turns the hay to gold

evolutionisabel

Comments

Angelikiellinidata Friday, April 18, 2008 3:08:44 AM

"and haven't you noticed
that i am the tavern company
nutritious denizen of dark truths
fashioning with love and cunning art
a key for you to fit your heart"

this I am printing and I will use it as my new book mark!!
I love this!! heart idea =smile

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Friday, April 18, 2008 4:06:56 AM

cry *sniff*

scott cummingI_ArtMan Friday, April 18, 2008 4:10:08 AM

ahhh, angeliki, you sure know how to read.

nic.... c'mon man. it's just life. and i was in a baudelaire mood today.

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Friday, April 18, 2008 4:11:58 AM

lol up

scott cummingI_ArtMan Friday, April 18, 2008 5:40:48 AM

sometimes i think it is the hardest hit souls who live life to the fullest. this girl i wrote the poem about was so fetching so adorable but so lost. thinking maybe i missed a beat there... i might have helped her more, if only i knew what to do.

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Friday, April 18, 2008 6:09:04 AM

With women, that´s easy. Be there, be present, pay attention. That´s my humble experience. You don´t have to have a lot of answers, but some kind of unselfish attention does a lot of good.
Listening with an open mind often lines up the nessecairy actions inside you.

scott cummingI_ArtMan Friday, April 18, 2008 6:22:55 AM

good point, which i agree with, but feel i have been wrong somehow.
it's not enough to care blindly about someone. it may be that a real understanding requires more objectivity than i can muster.

being open is more dangerous than tightrope walking. and in relationships, the fact is, once you trip, women are so demanding, you never fully recover.

Eliane a/k/a Ellymomable Friday, April 18, 2008 6:37:36 AM

Is that her photograph?

How did she like your poem?

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Friday, April 18, 2008 6:42:42 AM

I know Scott..I really know. If I really get into helping a woman, I intentially hold back passion. It´s in the way and If I feel manipulated, I say it.
That´s why I love the Tango. It simplifies the actions and nurses the warmth between a woman and a man.
I lead, you follow. If you want me to change urge me bigsmile

scott cummingI_ArtMan Friday, April 18, 2008 6:46:00 AM



she never saw it mom. i just wrote it today. i have no idea where she is now.
and yes, that is her in the photo.

nic,
thanks, i will now learn to tango.

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Friday, April 18, 2008 6:52:50 AM

bigsmile up

Angelikiellinidata Friday, April 18, 2008 10:44:55 PM

when a man looks at your picture and writes a poem,
when a man believes he could have done more,
when a man listened you you with an open mind then you did leave your signature behind.
God be with you lady where ever you are. smile

scott cummingI_ArtMan Friday, April 18, 2008 11:11:22 PM

no no no, that's not how it happened.

i took this picture of her last year, and all of this happened in november 2006. she used to come to me, all broken and crying on my shoulder. she used to camp next to my set-up, homeless and lost. but she was a wild thing.
at night she would sing for her supper across the way at the waterfront cafe'.

it's true i wrote the poem yesterday when i came across one of the many photographs i took of her shenanigans. similarly, this watercolor really happened on the spot... i call it leslie delivered. her bull dike friend returning her to home. a little patch of grass behind my set-up.
http://files.myopera.com/I_ArtMan/albums/4993/leslie%20being%20delivered.jpg -

Angelikiellinidata Friday, April 18, 2008 11:20:37 PM

oh thanks for connecting the picture with the story.
I did see the paint and I have to be honest,
i was skeptical about it!
I thought a woman was delivered as being on a DHL parcel! see at times the connection makes all the difference!!!

I was once a 20 year old with crazy ideas like her. Wild at times.Now I can just pray for any woman out there that comes across to her smiling demons and is tested by them.

I never needed to sing for my supper but looking back if I wasn't loved beyond love by my late husband maybe I would have been in her shoes .
When nothing matters to you , not even your own spirit and you want to know every thing in one day ,
things happen.Getting out of them just on time makes all the difference .......

Do all your painting have a story to tell??
see, you tickle me again Scott!!!
bigsmile

scott cummingI_ArtMan Friday, April 18, 2008 11:42:19 PM

yes, angeliki,
every painting has a story. that's the curse of a literary artist. i always am driven by some attachment, some real content. once, many years ago, a non-objective artist once advised me "you should be an illustrator." and the contempt hidden in his demeanor really irked me.

nobody knows why we paint. all the theories and bullshit amount to nothing compared to living and breathing as a recorder of beauty and meaning. just like poetry... i believe art has a high purpose.

Angelikiellinidata Friday, April 18, 2008 11:59:20 PM

I could never see you as an illustrator. You put your soul in your work.It shows.

Once I did ask my mother why my grand mother became an artist?
**She was killed by Germans and left 4 orphans in order to protect her art,
my mother answered " satisfying ones soul comes in many forms, her art was the only way she could satisfy hers".

I want to know the story behind the sunflowers...
Did you have a chance to do any painting yesterday??

We are having a get together tonight at Nadya's studio.
I have extra celery sticks for the Seder (tomorrow), and I will treat them to crab dip and celery sticks. Pack your appetite and join us.

I did sleep extra last night to be able to follow these artists. They are all owls lol

so who is the beauty in the sunflowers ??

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Saturday, April 19, 2008 12:02:46 AM

It´s a gift Scott. We must be thankful. I take more from art into the real life, than I take from real life into art. Mostly I just feel like a messenger.

Angelikiellinidata Saturday, April 19, 2008 12:12:10 AM

Is Nic back from Tango??
hi friend! have sweet dreams ! smile

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Saturday, April 19, 2008 12:15:21 AM

Thanks Angeliki
My T.partner is busy studying and having quality time with her sons. I´ve been to the beach with my buddy Rune and after that been painting all day up

Angelikiellinidata Saturday, April 19, 2008 12:25:01 AM

That's time worth spending too! heart

New York had 80F today.
I wish I was at the beach too. Unfortunately I was inspecting some buildings..sad
Walking however in the sun gave me a slight suntan smile

Speaking of paintings,
I gave my daughter Adonis for her Bday (pencil ).
She broke the glass of the frame.
I don't know I can repair the scratches the face got from the broken glass.sad

So are you painting the sea??
what inspires you these days??

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Saturday, April 19, 2008 12:43:05 AM

You sound as if you´ve had a fine day too smile

The powder sand from the beach was a bit rough on the camera, but I´ve cleaned it now up

In my world a damage to a painting is just a part of its history. I wouldn´t change a thing.

My present painting has become more serious than I thought. In the beginning i just made it for fun...but there´s sneakin´ more and more psycology and past flash backs into it, but that´s ok. That´s the development of this peticular painting smile

Angelikiellinidata Saturday, April 19, 2008 12:52:34 AM

I hope the cleaning of the camera will bring us more panoramic pictures in the future(we are always spoiled by you smile )

You are very right on the don't touch an art.
It is the same with antiques.
They loose their value if you try to clean or replace parts. Unless it is a restoring expert that corrects and not replaces.
Since I am a sucker for anything older than 100 years, I can just look at an object and wonder how many eyes and how many hands did touch it!
I have in my mountain house a mirror I bought in an Opera House auction and every time I see my reflexion in it I also wonder if this mirror sees me with my sweat on my forehead coming from the garden and wishes to have the image of the ladies with their long gowns going to the Opera instead !! lol
You can tell my thoughts
always play games with me in my head smile
I bet you will sleep well tonight !! smile

scott cummingI_ArtMan Saturday, April 19, 2008 1:49:58 AM

yes, i am working. i am finishing a painting i started last year outdoors, on the boardwalk. it's just an exercise, not an important painting. but when i get warmed up, i have a backlog of sketches and ideas for some great paintings... knock on wood... that i don't get interrupted again.

it's just a pretty picture of a greek goddess, aphrodite, complemented by a still life of sunflowers and a background of a greek landscape.

i spent most of the day yesterday just trying to open jars, tubes and bottles. but then i got to paint for awhile.

Angelikiellinidata Saturday, April 19, 2008 2:14:13 AM

I am glad I checked your comment before I go...
I am very proud of you for following your schedule!
I am not as good as you,
lol If there is such thing as following the rules then I am guilty.
out of curiosity when you start a painting outdoors (like the one you mentioned), do you take pictures and you continue working on it has to be all out doors??
I do touch wood !! In Greek it is very common! lol We also spit three times on the air for the bad eye! lol
I am not a superstitious. And I never believed in the bad eye! smile
I did draw a variety of Greek Mythological monsters. It was a great project since every time I did one of them I learned something new.
I really love your mix of live nature and statues. It brings every thing to life smile

Do you listen to music when you paint??

scott cummingI_ArtMan Saturday, April 19, 2008 2:41:59 AM

sometimes i listen to music, but it's not important. just like sometimes i like to listen to music.
mostly i don't because i have noticed that some content seeps in from the music. so, as i am a purist, i usually play in silence.

outdoors painting wasn't a choice of mine... i had no other place to work. i was homeless.

but i do love to go out with my little french easel in the woods backpacking deep into the woods and then do a little watercolor in situe.

good questions.

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Saturday, April 19, 2008 6:29:54 AM

@ Angeliki
I love to show you my world, through my camera. Your comments and remarks gives me a wonderful perspective and love for the place I live.

@ Scott
I´m so glad to hear that you paint, Scott. That the motor is running. Gives a good appetite too bigsmile

Angelikiellinidata Saturday, April 19, 2008 10:44:14 AM

thanks Nic,
looking at your home through your camera, the home of Hamlet heart , it is always a treat. smile

Four hundred years since Shakespeare wrote Hamlet the magic goes on! I hope your picture magic goes on for ever too!!

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Saturday, April 19, 2008 11:03:53 AM

Hamlets and Ophelias complicated minds needed surroundings like this happy So do I bigsmile

Angelikiellinidata Saturday, April 19, 2008 11:12:32 AM

the more complex you are the more we appreciate you!!
Keep it up! bigsmile

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Monday, April 21, 2008 4:25:12 AM

right jester left

scott cummingI_ArtMan Wednesday, April 23, 2008 8:11:06 AM

ahah, but thoreau teaches us to simplify, simplify, simplify.

Nicolas Borgsmidtnopanic Wednesday, April 23, 2008 11:15:31 AM

After a breakdown everything is simple!!! lol

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