Poetic Explosions And Liberty!

Sometimes I read poetry.

The words paint emotions.  I paint emotions.  Then, I blow them up.

My Dad read poetry his whole life.  And at 91 he still quotes Shakespeare and Robert Frost.  He claimed that the words made him relax.  The poems created a calm focus for him.  For me, It creates new way to think and solve problems.   A new way of seeing things. Thanks Dad!

This is one of my favorites.  Liberty by Paul Eluard.

On my notebooks from school
On my desk and the trees
On the sand on the snow
I write your name
 
On every page read
On all the white sheets
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name
 
On the golden images
On the soldier’s weapons
On the crowns of kings
I write your name
 
On the jungle the desert
The nests and the bushes
On the echo of childhood
I write your name
 
On the wonder of nights
On the white bread of days
On the seasons engaged
I write your name
 
On all my blue rags
On the pond mildewed sun
On the lake living moon
I write your name
 
On the fields the horizon
The wings of the birds
On the windmill of shadows
I write your name

 
On the foam of the clouds
On the sweat of the storm
On dark insipid rain
I write your name
 
On the glittering forms
On the bells of colour
On physical truth
I write your name
 
On the wakened paths
On the opened ways
On the scattered places
I write your name
 
On the lamp that gives light
On the lamp that is drowned
On my house reunited
I write your name
 
On the bisected fruit
Of my mirror and room
On my bed’s empty shell
I write your name
 
On my dog greedy tender
On his listening ears
On his awkward paws
I write your name
 
On the sill of my door
On familiar things
On the fire’s sacred stream
I write your name
 
On all flesh that’s in tune
On the brows of my friends
On each hand that extends
I write your name
 
On the glass of surprises
On lips that attend
High over the silence
I write your name
 
On my ravaged refuges
On my fallen lighthouses
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name
 
On passionless absence
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name
 
On health that’s regained
On danger that’s past
On hope without memories
I write your name
 
By the power of the word
I regain my life
I was born to know you
And to name you
 
LIBERTY

BOOM!

Stick Vega is the American Gunpowder Artist.  He creates explosive pop art and blogs from The Blast Factory in Madison, WI and Bucktown, Chicago, IL.  Follow Stick at Facebook and/or Twitter.