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Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Poetic license to rationalize


Self justification
By Francis Scudellari

Hands and minds left idle,
They say, do both devil's
Work and play … read mischief

What if for false idols,
Ask I, we busy these
Fleshy, grabby pink mitts …

Or to corrupt ideals,
What then? Now, fingered, I
Pick up pen, draw strange shapes …

Shadow, light, mere idylls

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Like it .. alot.
The artwork is certainly different and unique. Again, well done.
~JD

Francis Scudellari said...

Thanks JD,

Unfortunately my tools for creating/displaying the art on the site are a bit crude ... very 20th century ... so the images are a bit washed out.

Once that gravy train arrives that I'm told is due in any day, I'll try to upgrade. :)

fihanna said...

Francis!
cosa ti viene prima in mente?
La poesia o il disegno?

Francis Scudellari said...

Hanna,
In this case, the image came first and then the poem. Usually, the poems come first and I try to illustrate them in some way.

fihanna said...

allora,
dunque...certi musicisti scrivono le parole DOPO aver composto la musica..
immagini?
descrivi quello che ti suscita
(le note o il disegno)

fihanna said...

Dai,presto....
a one day you will be much famous!
scrivi per me 2 frasi e firma, nei commenti del mio blog, che dopo lo posto..
OK?
;D

Francis Scudellari said...

I write much more than I draw, so the words usually come more easily than the illustrations, but everything usually starts with a mental image. Language is an abstraction of the physical, so that probably makes sense.

Francis Scudellari said...

I think I'm more destined for infamy than fame :). I'll write up a couple appropriate sentences and add them to the comments of your latest poem ... I'm not sure that I can give a virtual autograph, but I'll at least attach my name.

Anonymous said...

Infamy and fame go hand in hand.
You are alraedy famous in our eyes.

You go Franscud!!

Francis Scudellari said...

Thanks Ralph ... I have no choice but to go as I can't stand still.

Anonymous said...

Fitting poetic words for such a mystic pix. I’m still enthralled by your art and poetry!

Francis Scudellari said...

Thanks Michelle!
The image popped in my mind as a combination between the Easter Island heads and the masks of comedy/tragedy ... and I'm sure there were some other hidden references. Of course I added a touch of my own weirdness to it. I don't know where all of this is going to take me, but it should be an interesting ride.