Sunday, October 4, 2015

October 4



Here are links to Obata's work:

https://www.pinterest.com/kgparks/chiura-obata/

12 comments:

  1. Love this painter, and his story!

    Obata

    There’s a cliff
    And a moon
    And 3 trees
    And noone.
    The evening brilliants
    Its blue.
    The eye of the painter
    Becomes my eye.
    Our eye tells us that
    When we stop
    Look
    Cliff
    Moon
    Trees
    I
    And painter
    Suspend together
    atop a gently hurtling
    Earth that is waiting
    For us
    To finally
    notice.
    We do
    I do
    And in that moment
    Where the self
    Dissolves
    There is that instant
    Of awakening.

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    1. Stephanie, I LOVE that the structure of your poem reflects the architecture of his painting!

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  2. Pierce the moon lit sky
    a backdrop of ancient rock
    spears from earth jet forth

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  3. On Obata

    Landscapes extolls the majesty
    Rockface bleeds the sunrise pallete
    Trees witness perseverance
    Water whispers secrets.

    Free falling from fearless height
    Water gushes joyful song
    Symphony of the forest
    Its droplets dusting tourist cheeks

    Water tumbling destination
    To quiet pond embrace
    All reflected in its mirror
    Universe breathing in and out.

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    1. Absolutely beautiful. I love this. Think about sending this one to Verse Virtual.

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  4. Obata

    The valley
    Has wonders
    Slapping you
    Awake
    With the
    Beautiful
    And creative
    Inspirations
    Drawing you
    To paint, and write;
    From the falls to
    The trees
    and the mountains
    to the peaks
    From the first
    sight of snow
    Abounding
    On the skies
    Stretching
    to find you
    in awe
    Of the surprise
    You see when you
    first catch a glimpse
    of the greatness
    before you

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    1. That's great man. Very simple and direct and beautiful!

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  5. ink-line

    the line set is without bait
    now jump into this world
    follow my scaling curves
    of water, foam and wave
    spring from muddy eddies
    outline boulders and the brook
    wood cut straight and thick
    along bark and pine-needle
    layering the granite heights
    with vertigo and strata
    I am the way and the path
    from this earth into heaven

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  6. So, taking a chance on a little happiness which is the hardest thing for me to do. :) Also, attempting to eschew surrealism. Yikes. Here goes.

    Obata's Fish

    with un
    hooked lip
    surface with me clay-
    gilled
    this mobile landscape of waterword
    I move it and it within
    me until every movement is the sea-
    flock dispersing broken
    apart by predator
    lurk but this breach this
    joy girded tail leap scale through the blue-
    mouth skyward the fold celestial
    tugs at the blanketed
    sea every ecstasy water welded eye water
    healed
    airborne into the daily
    star shoving hope down
    and below me no
    transcend-essence
    put there is this pixelated smile of the
    passerby
    gallery we
    glow
    all blue green.

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  7. finned fury fighting
    the waves fill the sky
    power at peace

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