Masonic and Illuminati symbolism has fascinated me….yes, the all Seeing Eye and the Unfinished Pyramid. My asemic signature has evolved through time….I have engulfed it with the Christian esotericism ….Yes, Christ is more valuable than the secret societies. In my signature, there’s the Alpha and the Omega ….the verse in the Bible which says: ‘I am the beginning and the end’ There’s also the cross which means take up the cross and follow me. There’s also the sign of the fish …..again used symbolically for Christians of the early church…Yes, truth is stranger than fiction.
Today the clouds were angry, wet and sullen ….Day remained austere …clouds were pouring sentimental poems.
Lots of thoughts are crowding mind all fragmented. It is not my real self that is writing but a fictional self. What is the fictional self? Politically speaking, it’s the voice of post-colonial literature. Culturally speaking it embraces the liberal theology of Christianity and the moorings of occidental culture. Autobiographically speaking, it is a fragmented self with its desire to live in Bali, the enchanting island of Indonesia. The self is a fictional bard of sharing romance and passion. The fictional self tries to interpret Biblical Literature. The fictional self is fond of the clove cigarettes of Indonesia. It is also fond of roast duck (bebek), sambal (a mixture of lime, shallot and chilies) and grilled fish (ikan). The fictional love is fond of giving love and sharing love. It’s an escapist fanatic filled with wanderlust for places. Yes, the sights, smells and colors of exotic places like Bali fascinate the self. The fictional self is the mirror of existence. It is a passion of the soul, a delicacy recipe. Time moves in a dream as a slow wandering pace. I am fond of Jazz, Gospel and rock music. Time is flowing in the art of streams of consciousness. Yes, the writer James Joyce was a master of it. The writer Salman Rushdie transforms historical events into fiction into an ambiguous fictional language. I am a writer passionately seeking the art of transforming fiction into and epitome of pure art. Words dance colors, play music of sounds, and be a recipe of smells. Writing is a curious and enigmatic process of inter-textuality. Writing makes cultures into the exotic. Words are muses playing with fire. Words are mermaids singing in the ocean depths. Words are bards wandering across the earth. Words are the romance of the earth. Words are the halo of angels singing. Autobiography is the mirror of existence. Passion flows as river from the passionate pen.
God and Art
When we start to think of the meaning: what is art: we might end up in ambiguity. Here I would be specific and use the term of art to visual things or paintings. In this article I would like to fuse the various schools of art and relate it all to the most supreme God Jehovah Jesus.
God is the most magnificent realist. With the ethos of skill and with talent of art, he has crafted the universe with the billions of galaxies, the stars and the cosmic black holes. He has created the Heavens and the Earth. He has also created all that flies and all that swims, also all that walk on land and also the depths of the oceans. He has also as an artist he has made man and woman in his own image. After the fall when man became sexually aware of sin, he gave them the beauty of sex to make man and woman united as one fruit. Sex is the most beautiful form of art to be conjugally procreated. In spite of the fallen Adam and Eve, he blessed them with the blessedness of being united as one fruit.
What is impressionism? In art it’s the hazy scattering of colors on the canvas. Where is God standing as an impressionistic artist? The dawn of dawn and dusk with a brilliant display of colors is classic example of heavenly impressionism. The artists have merely copied this from the sky. Yes, Van Gogh’s painting: the scattering of seeds by a farmer comes from the parables told by Jesus. Even Gauguin’s painting where do we come from and where do we go bears the story of the cosmic literature of creation and destiny.
Cubism is associated with the art maestro Picasso. Notable is his Guernica. How can we field God as Cubist. The shapes that the clouds take are abstract and relate to the extravagance of God being a Cubist. God has brilliantly portrayed the sky with fantasy of cubist art.
Surrealism is related to Dali. God has populated the night sky with an adornment of stars that twinkle in the gossip of mirth and that forms a classical example of surrealism. Watching the flowing brook is another example of being in tune with nature. So too we feel a cathartic joy when we see mist rising up from the Hills.
Yes, God Jehovah Jesus is an artist par excellence.
God and the Sparrow
It was a poetry of feathers; it was building a home for its loved ones; I watched with marvel at its beak at work; I watched in amazement at the way its beak took leaves, straws and twigs; its completion was poetic music; I marvel at God and his wonderful ways in which God has bequeathed his glory to grant nature with excellence of art. I remember the saying in the Bible: ‘if God can care for the sparrow: how much should he care for you.’
In this essay, I would like to focus on the various forms of poetry and not the types about which there is plenty of narratives.
The forms of poetry are nature poems, sentimental poems and cathartic poems.
What are nature poems? Poems describing the soul of nature are nature poems. The emotion of the poet penetrates into the inanimate world and re-echoes nature as a personification. Visual imagery of nature is transmuted as an echo of the poet’s soul. Objects are rendered with beatific nuances. Here are some examples. Stones breathe with a soul. The brook murmurs with passion. Flowers blossom in the nectar of verse. Mountains echo a music in pulchritude. Rivers wander into erotic depths. The sky resonates as a twinkling ornament. Butterflies dance as a musical symphony. Thunder roars with rage. Waves frolic in mirth. Oceans shudder in orgasmic ecstasy. The flower that blossomed is a delicate heart. Lightning streaks pink with desire. Ecstasy you are a gorgeous fruit. Wind has the soul of art. Mist is a mystic’s beard. Birds are gay when they are dancing with nature’s tunes. Trees radiate sparkling voices in splendor. Radiance you are a twinkling eye of the night. Green trees are a banquet of nature. Birds sing in good cheer. Honey is the nectar of music. The chorus of rain is heavenly music.
The next classes of poems are sentimental poems. They are resonances of the soul. They speak with beatitudes of the heart. Sentiments can be happy or sad. The wellness of my soul is like the waves the heart. She has a sculpture of adorable music. Soul bursts with joy. Her body is a fountain of music. I adorn her body with a fountain of poems. Desire is a gladiator of the body. Poems are spoken with love. It is angst that plagues the heart. Worms have eaten my body up. I am contaminated with poison of hate. Misery weaves an ornament of poison around me. Profligacy falls on me as a dirty object. Let the dead sleep serene. Death is a bitter pill to taste. Dawn is rising in my sentiment of faith. Hope, you are a rock that stands firm. My heart is a shady tree. Leaves, you are clothes of the body. The body is a fountain of joy. God gives pardon the humble soul. Please cling on to the harvest of achievement. Loose not hope as it comes to you like a running brook. Soul is thrilled with cosmic wonder. Pain, you are an enemy cast into hell. Angst, you are a diabolic fiend. Rage, plunder not the mind.
The Third Class of Poems are cathartic poems. They can be visceral or cerebral or both. Some examples are given here. Reading the Sermon on the Mount is a beatific experience. Watching Macbeth cleanses the soul. The mirror that lies in the heart is one of stained glass. Feelings rebound with hope. Faith is a sun that never sets. The mind thinks like a sword. I want to let my heart speak true words of hope. My heart is a mystic wandering in the ocean of faith. Cruel words are opium for the soul. I have found a ray of hope in God Christ. Passion should not abide in adultery and fornication. Satan is a thief of the heart. Envy you are a poisonous fang. I have a mind that does not fear death. God—Jesus, I am your adored devotee. Unleash your feelings with gusto. I would like to live an art of poetry. God will eradicate from my mind, ill will and sloth. God make me temperate in my desires.
Darling Honey, Dearest Lover, you are an awakened poem of romance, a cradle of love, a song of beauty, a nymph of passion. Let me embrace you as a romantic sunset. Let me kiss your sensual lips and feel them like morn’s dew. Your body is tender and sensuous as a flowing brook. Let me suckle your orifices with tremulous joy. Let me penetrate you and sing a joyful song.