Clear and obscure means more than light and dark;
It’s more subtle than these stark opposites –
One cannot exist without its other.
I was once given some fragrant roses
Whose tenuous scent was also heady,
Whose quiet colours were yet effusive,
Whose caressing petals had a partner
Who crept up and cruelly drew my blood.
An entity can only be entire
When united with its vital allies,
Who, like antagonistic siblings,
Cannot abide each other’s company,
Till they understand that – to be as one –
Luminous male Yang needs alter ego
Yin, his tenebrous female counterpart.
Perhaps a painting is an entity
Which, when reconciled with adversaries,
Should combine with these erstwhile opponents
To create an undivided image -
Yet still a jigsaw of contradictions.
It should lie down to be seen in full sight,
And stand erect to be hidden away;
It should be imprecisely well-defined,
And unambiguously diffusive;
Sensuously curved and openly arced,
But within a linear straight-jacket;
With a perspective that’s a verity,
An illusion that hoodwinks nobody.
Contriving, either apart or as one,
To unmask the face of an artifice,
A breathing, inanimate entity,
Aspiring to an equilibrium.
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Robert Tilleard (
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(what an absolute privilege
it is to read your genius mind
entwining contradictions to dig deep
and excavate
to then unfurl
threading distinct, such complex
theories and insight's..
all I can do is thank you
humbly
for choosing to share your work with us
and for inspiring my feeble reply below..
I bow to your superior intellect, dear Poet)
we juxtapose, perspective
from our outset
like marvelling at Caravaggio's, brilliance
how, he seemingly clasped
light, itself
within his brushstrokes and willed it
to his very whim..
and yet
that baroque period, and context of his life
makes us feel, a little uneasy
at admiring his genius
because their is corruptive intent
at those root seeds of his artistry's
blossoming, legacy...
but
'Luminous male Yang needs alter ego
Yin, his tenebrous female counterpart.'
and thus our choices, too
are empowered by our ability:
'To unmask the face of an artifice,
A breathing, inanimate entity,
Aspiring to an equilibrium.'
affording us, the capacity
to admire, all art
removed from its
'jigsaw of contradictions.'
kinda like, our murky lives...!
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