Life and times in Florida. Brief update and then onto Dali and some new poems!
1. Yesterday rain and storms (thank you tropical storm Andrea) First ever time I have been in one down here. Glad it wasn’t a hurricane. It looked something like this:
But then today we went to the Dali Museum in St. Petersburg. And man, I could barely put down my pen! His works if you don’t know them, they look like this:
The surreal quality of his paintings was such an inspiration. I love art because it speaks to each and every person a bit differenlty. There’s so much you can take away from it because of your own experiences alone. However, knowing Dali’s system of imagery and meanings also gives his pieces fuller understanding and background. Being around art gets my juices flowing so here’s what I wrote today. All SFW and PG-13 or below. Enjoy !
The Reality of Dreaming
No one promised you sane dreams. Though
we say logic is the mind’s process,
dreams laugh at our hubris.
They reveal our madness:
how we fly without wings
see without sight and
create our best
Sing to the desert
and let the dead rise.
The wind howls,
the sun beams down
everywhere and nowhere.
The crickets jump
screaming, fighting for my
stage, fearful of the
to break throughskeletons beginning
the soft sand. Up and up
they rise on me, through me,
trying to choke my tongue
and let the dead sleep.
But I am immobile
the desert and
the living ghosts
(are they mine or yours?
or has even the memories of
these souls been lost?)
Naked in the desert
my skin melts into hard
gold, angels, demons, whisper
behind and around me. The sand
ripples. Am I in the ocean? Or the sky?
The earth must be above me, turned blue
by MnM’s and raw diamonds for hardened stars.
In the desert sky, the holiest profane light blurs my vision
and yet I know you stand at the edge of sight, pretending to
vanish, and return, but I hear your voice low under the howling wind.
Paintings beside poetry are by Dali links are below