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A Painting of a Statue Reflected in a Mirror Set up in and Reflecting Also the Formal Garden at Versailles Photograph of statues reflecting and distorting nature— http://salliarnold.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/mirror-figures.html Then a painting of a real natural and architectural scene in a photograph snapped while the painting is reflected in a mirror— https://mikkisenkarik.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/big-painting-step-26-studio-setup- painting-in-mirror.jpg So, if we place an artwork in a maze Within a formal garden and the art Is like some imitation of the ways Reality looks, what would this impart To Plato? If we place a mirror there And it reflects the piece of art and French Design for nature, would the Greek man stare In horror? Would this scene make Plato blench? Reflections of these imitations of These imitations are forbidden in His perfect city. It must rise above. Imitations of imitations sin Against Ideal Forms doubly; if we paint This scene, then triply. Plato might just faint.

A Painting of a Statue Reflected in a Mirror Set up in and Reflecting Also the Formal Garden at Versailles Photograph of statues reflecting and distorting nature— http://salliarnold.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/mirror-figures.html Then a painting of a real natural and...

Narcissus Saw Himself Only Once

Narcissus Saw Himself Only Once “Due to the poor quality, high cost, and small size of these ancient glass mirrors, solid metal-mirrors primarily of steel were usually preferred until the late nineteenth century.” ~Wikipedia, “Mirror” I wonder if improvements in the...

There are Limits to Spiritual Perfumeries

There are Limits to Spiritual Perfumeries The Buddha was a prophet in some tales. These legends have him make predictions of Enlightened ones to follow him. The veils Of future times are lifted for the love Of coming Buddhas only: Christs are not Foretold by Buddha,...

Erythrina Indica

Erythrina Indica One Ajavika in the ancient time Was privileged to bring a sacred gift To Buddhist monks. A blossom, the sublime Deep scarlet mandarava, gave uplift To them. It was a token from on high. It meant their holy teacher had attained His parinirvana,...

Tacit

Tacit The dawn bows slowly over stars, and they Retreat. A woman wakes. Her man has gone. So ends a love and starts another day. So ends a love where constellations shone. The morning star is colorless. Its blaze As clear as pain, is focused like the throat In song,...

Northern Warriors

Northern Warriors The beauty and the ugliness come down Through centuries, even thousands of gene years. The Viking look, including gold-strands’ crown Above the forehead, come as straight as spears To us from eras past, shafts are thrown as hard As missiles by a...