Pencil noir #3

clinock:

You may have met Jana through my BLOG TOUR post and her response. Jana is an explorer of who we are and why, in poetry, art and brilliant writing. I loved her textual self-portrait and couldn’t resist sharing it here. Visit Jana’s blog, ‘Poetry of Light’ and enjoy her other amazing work.

Originally posted on Poetry of Light:

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a slow infestation

of oblique aural patternings

insinuating

edgy consonants

and limbic vowel howls

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pencil drawing and poem : j.h.white

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Baptismos.

entering

Whispers answered

from behind the veil.

Invitations to dance

accepted.

Absorbed in blue

succulent wetness,

entering

deep rooms of warm release.

 

Dissolved in wonder,

confirmed by touch,

embraced with namelessness,

diving into light,

drowning

in the confluence,

moisture and flesh,

sliding into rebirth.

 

Painting and Poem by clinock.

The Lion Cometh – 5 – The Narnia Boys (Redux)

narnia lion_aslan_“Aslan is the main character of C. S. Lewis‘s  The Chronicles of Narnia series. He is “the great Lion” of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and his role in Narnia is developed throughout the remaining books.  Aslan is Turkish for “lion”. He is depicted as lord of Narnia; a wise, compassionate, magical authority (both temporal and spiritual); a mysterious and benevolent guide to the human children who visit; guardian and savior of Narnia.

fire_lion_by_alex_barreraThroughout the series, it is stated that Aslan is “not a tame lion,” since, despite his gentle and loving nature, he is powerful and can be dangerous.”  …Wikipedia.

ScholasticNarnia“The Chronicles of Narnia” is a series of seven novels by C. S. Lewis. It is considered a classic of children’s literature and is the author’s best-known work, having sold over 100 million copies in 47 languages. Written by Lewis between 1949 and 1954, illustrated by Pauline Baynes and originally published in London between October 1950 and March 1956, The Chronicles of Narnia has been adapted several times, complete or in part, for radio, television, the stage, and film.” … Wikipedia.

My two sons, Sam and Jesse, attended a summer camp with the Narnia theme from their younger years until they were teens. It was another home to them and helped to make them who they are today. The camp was not based on the Christian aspect of Lewis’ books but on the magic of the stories and a caring for the Earth and of each other.

dis_aslan-edmundAfter the camp closed in 2006 Sam, my eldest, worked together with other past camp members to resurrect the idea and spirit of Camp Narnia – a huge task but now successful. The camp’s site is:   http://campnarnia.blogspot.ca/

The books and the camp experiences meant, and still mean, so much to my boys that I wanted to use this final post in my Lion series to celebrate Aslan, the magic of Narnia and Sam and Jesse, cubs once and a pride always of their Leo dad.

Sam and JesseWhen you first met Aslan

you were my cubs,

but now you are proud

and grown, strong lions

roaming the plains

and jungles of your lives.

My love for you

stretches far beyond

a fairy tale

into another realm of magic

where you brought meaning

and miracles

to this ragged cat

who cannot be Aslan

but can be real for you

in a challenging world

where winter is never far,

evil still holds court

and Turkish Delight

will rot your teeth.

But this I know,

you both possess the power

of wonder, passion,

humanity and humour,

to transport you through

the portal of dark wardrobes

to the lamp-post’s light.

You both possess the power

to change ice to summer,

face evil with compassion,

exchange doubt for hope

and roam the plains

and jungles of your lives

with gentle strength

and an understanding

of the earth and all its spirits.

You have a wild beauty,

my sons,

that lives deeply in my heart

and touches everyone you meet

with love.

For my boys and their loves.

For you, love… you know who you are.

For all lovers everywhere

and for Love itself.

This series of posts are a repeat celebration of my astrological sun sign, Leo, in  words, images and music…Please see #1 for more detail.

Footnote as of 29 July 2014: Interestingly this particular post has more often than not appeared in my Top Posts and Pages sidebar since it was first published a year ago. I can only think that many people are attracted by the Narnia stories and also, maybe considering sending their children to Sam’s summer camp. This year’s camp is happening as I write with a greater attendance than ever. If your children are there, or if you are thinking of enrolling them next year, I hope that this post gives you confidence that your sons or daughters will be safe, cared for and filled with wonder and magical experiences. I welcome any responses if this applies to you.

Poem and photo of sons by clinock / Images: Aslan in snow, thanks to http://www.free-wallpaper.eu / Fire Lion thanks to Alex Barrera, http://www.kootation.com / Lion and boy thanks to http://www.narnia.wikia.com /

The Lion Cometh – 1 – (Redux)

LEOLeo is my sun sign – on Wednesday the sun entered the astrological sign of The Lion, always a potent and pivotal force for change, strength and confirmation in my life.

I am re-posting my ‘Celebration of Leo’ series from last year with some edits here and there. This constitutes a blogging summer break of sorts for me as I give my days renovating my patio and condo and preparing my art for a few local community exhibitions. Summertime, for me, is not the “lazy, hazy days” of the song but a time when I feel at the peak of my focussed energy and accomplish more than at any other time of year. In this month of my day of birth I conjure the strength and power of the lion and the subtle wisdom of the domestic cat. Under the mid-year sun and it’s heat I am more myself than I am in all other seasons.

Leo StarMy Leo Star, drawn from the astrological colours given to this sign.

Even though the nature of the lion is a powerful part of who I am, his domestic kin, the pussycat, is a more present and comfortable spirit that shares my days. I waver frequently between both energies.

Brit lionMr B

This and the next few posts will be in honour of the Lion, in words, images and music…

 

Leo wall art by unknown artist, Italy. / Leo Star by clinock / British Lion painting by L D Luard. / Cat photo of Mr. Bunbury who died last year, still cherished and missed. / You Tube video by great Canadian singer, Bruce Cockburn.

As a Horse Enters the Room

clinock:

I was left speechless by this exquisite work of text / image / poetry by Steven and am honoured to share it here. Everything Steven performs is worthy of your time and attention so I encourage you to visit him at http://poemimage.wordpress.com

Originally posted on poemimage:

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William Blake lifting and parting silken rays of translucent ecstasy, without a thought to his own gain, rambling upon the aftermath of a village, the merciless beast of empire pressing her breastplate to the ground, and the spewing of milk, unseen, in the clover-scented breeze.

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 William’s words rising upon the feet of a woman, in a tintype portrait, as he drapes her shoulders with blue silk curtains emblazoned with golden script. I would do this all again she thinks, folding the air around his eyes into the mouth of a small, and infinitely glowing, sea creature:

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 The eye of the sun blinking, penetrating her fingertips, rays drifting, a glimmer sinking into the pasture, the sun dipping into a hollow made by sounds, half rolling, half floating to the chants and whispered songs of mothers, the sun warming milk, rolling like a wheel of honey igniting fire in the body…

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map of my heart

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In case I disappear here is a map of my heart,

a patched up job, repeatedly reassembled.

With a little patience it can still be understood

and if gently handled it won’t fall apart,

but please do not fold, spindle or mutilate.

 

Its paths and crossroads are still echoing

with songs of travelers passing through,

tears too are heard, of the wandering lost,

for though the roads are straight they are also worn

and collapsed with confusions and misdirections.

 

Notice how the blue of fallen sky becomes an ocean

where angels and mermaids dance in arcs of light.

I rest on these beaches when I lose myself,

cool my feet in the waves and sleep for awhile,

then I remember, this is the way back home.

 

And here are the greens of meadows where I lay

deep in new growth, my thrusting blossoms

seeding the verdant winds and high forests of isolation

with pollinations of laughter, longing and desire.

I smudge the map with unseen words against forgetting.

 

And there the golden glow of a thousand votive flames

illuminates the holy dark, recalls the first January sun,

places lamps in all the windows, engorges summer heat,

reflects itself in conjured forms of island fantasies

and shapes of full moon dreams in fields of wheat.

 

The signatures of red I will not hide beneath the surface,

they are its surging life and are crying for acceptance.

These bleeds of love seep through the gauze of landscape

however many bandages of colour I apply.

No compass needed here. This is a map of my heart.

torn and reassembled acrylic painting and poem by clinock