Art Forms, Life-Forms
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People have often asked me why I write poetry. Another friend, a painter, is often asked why he paints. Why does anyone get involved in any of the arts whether it be creative writing, music, acting, dance or floristry... whatever, the answer is essentially the same.
Any art form invariably makes the artist feel good, not only about participating by way of communicating, expressing something of the inner self that needs to make itself seen and heard, but also, in turn, being explored by inner eyes and inner ears, among any who care to look and listen.
We may well disagree with what we see and hear in an art form, but it will invariably give us food for thought.
Now, I know I have said as much in previous posts and the reader who emailed yesterday to tell me off for repeating myself too often makes a good point. At the same time - and the same applies to the creator and/or participant in any art form - if something is worth saying, it is always worth repeating.
As for agreeing or disagreeing with whatever point/s are being put across within it, that is part of the art process, drawing us in. Even artists often find themselves at odds with themselves as they pursue whatever it is they are trying to say, struggling perhaps to give it form and meaning; to this end, they may well play devil’s advocate, not to confuse, but lead us to consider our own position and just where we stand in relation to... whatever.
It may be a painting, a sculpture, a piece of music or a floral display... take any art form lightly, and we risk losing a sense of enlightenment as likely as not to influencer our lives for the better, whether minimally or substantially.
ART FORMS, LIFE-FORMS
During
formative years,
I’d
shed tears for feeling unsafe
in
a world teaching me words
to
help me guard against the threat
of
mutual misunderstandings,
arts
of communication as divided
by
as many reasons swung
like
axes of the proverbial kind
as
human remains left behind
Grown
older and wiser
to
ways of a world as excited
by
the intimacy of playing
word
games in any public arena
as
lovers testing out dreams
in
such open (or closet) scenarios
as
may or not work out
for
better or worse, blessing or curse.
in
a private-cum-public space
Grown
old, the more so
for
having had to agree terms
with
strangers in my mirror,
shadows
haunting dining tables,
or cosy corners for family,
friends, lovers indulging in rites,
acting parts in good faith,
so kinder worlds may yet save a heart
whose faith in one, fallen apart
Find me in all art forms, asking we consider
the good and bad of all we may yet deliver
Copyright R. N. Taber, 2021
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