by phillipw | Mar 29, 2020 | AR, MO
Déja Do you remember when a piece of art Held truth or meaning in its oil or stone— And beauty even? Paintings would impart Aesthetic truth and not just some sweet tone Of glowing like a Rothko, luminous But void like Close Encounters of the Third...
by phillipw | Mar 19, 2020 | DE, FA, MO, NI, SE
Selenicereus Grandiflorus I planted night-blooming, LARGE white blossomed cacti in my white garden in Kenya overlooking the Great Rift Valley. They were planted so they could climb into trees at the edge of my Moon Garden–and the edge...
by phillipw | Mar 15, 2020 | AN, MO
Assaulting the Backbone of Beauty The deliberate program, then, of a “break” with the past or tradition seems to me to be a sentimental fallacy. ~ Hart Crane Pathetic prophet Crane did not foresee de Kooning or that Jackson Pollock reek On canvass. Crane’s...
by phillipw | Mar 12, 2020 | AU, GR, MO
The Rim Falls written on the edge of orange leaves, Upon the curling crest of surfer’s waves, On Violetta’s lashes as she grieves, The falling salt of love, salt eyes by graves— Are stunning all. They lame the heart and lung, These autumns peer...
by phillipw | Feb 23, 2020 | MO
God is Night-time Darkness “The garden needs planting but moonlight has arrested the heavens” ~ Jaime Mathis “the darkness and the light are both alike in thee” ~ Psalm 139:12 I always dreamed that I would build a Moon Garden — and then, when...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2020 | DE, MO
Intaglio How beautiful a piece of art can make Death seem. The words can lift us up like love, A suffering love of purity. They shake Us like a virgin prophetess above Our passion, this especially if they Are elevated by the melodies of voice. When...
