September 14, 2020. RULES

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"Ganymede" by M.A.A.
They die in the morning,
                  they are born in the evening,
                                    like foam on the water.
 
woke up in the middle of the swarm flowing in and out and then in reverse
countless of tiny living shapes they form in the tired eye of the storm
back faces gravity as the body sinks into the deep core along their verse
from the ceiling to the floor and back to the ceiling in an ever-moving form
whether to carefully disintegrate or enforce unity in solace is the question
these hyperventilating travels take on different trails but offer no solution
 
fortunately some of our wasted boys inscribed it all down on the stones
set around the storming torch they read symbols with expired advice
I dare you to try to go around and find any greater wisdom in them
just countless of living shapes pointing towards unclear guides for malaise
the swarm left some in peace and some in pieces but it's still fine as well
 
the room is bordered with an infinite jungle although vertically barred
falls end in jumps while escapes end in charades of nature widely scarred
so I had to build a camp at borders of the jungle with the inscribed totems
at the rim of this dusky place where kids used to write imprisoning poems
now what are these drifty rules supposed to be and for who goddamnit
there is no one to listen nor read here in our fast expanding summit
 
why would you abide by the laws of the tongue-gnawers and mute-makers
as far as I know it's the swarm and its children that are the only fair judges
for they do not lie or deceive but morph into funny things in broken Sanskrit
here's an honest story for all the youthful beings rotting before our worn eyes
there is no game nor matches made but a little play with a modest script
so therefore you see how a man trapped in vertical inertia can get wise
 
paint hieroglyphs over the makers' letters and sell them all for poachers
who give them a quick life to hunt them again for well-meaning bandits
here's some more rules for those zuihitsu penning pundits - eat or be eaten
or you may as well drink yourself for the fellow drinkers
and wake up in the middle of the swarm flowing in
the centre of our banished Ganymede

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“Pink Burst” by Vian Borchert (Acrylic on Canvas, 2019)

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"A Fragment on Love and Lust" by S.J. Saighead
A thoughtless
evening of rolling around must
with it then bring a mindless
lust.

Lust
of the kind you can't control
the kind that's a need, a must.

But alone
I can size up what we're worth,
while alone I can't disown 
hurt.

Hurt,
that despite everything
there's notes missing in our concert. 

We tried
to give this a helpful shove.
Together once more we cried,
Love.

Love,
However cannot abide.
Despite love, we must say our goodbyes.

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"Abstract Language" by Vian Borchert
The language of abstraction
has always pleased my senses
a spoonful of color
with a splash of tone
here a hue
there a brushstroke
here and there coming together
within a line
that has been pushed in the background
but slightly merges to the foreground
a breeze of wind
a ray of light
chemistry mixed with gravity
of the push and the pull
the artist’s eye
as clear as the sun
the artist’s soul
as old as the moon
an old soul
a blue moon
a lonely road
on a abandoned highway
a slide-way into a parallel world
the SciFi zone
a glimpse of the subconscious
mingling within the conscious
frozen into time through the hand of the artist
abandoned landscapes in the dusk of the dawn
the sunrise that left to reappear in a sunset
the dreams that left and returned
revisited, re-scripted, redrawn, repainted
the eyes peering
the soul beaming
the artist must go on!

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Next exhibition theme: PATHS

Deadline: Midnight, September 27th

Submit at: artisticdifferencesproject@gmail.com

More information under ‘Submissions’ tab

Published by artisticdifferencescurator

My name is Seán and I am the creator and curator of the Artistic Differences Project. I started this project during the lockdown in Ireland due to COVID-19 in March 2020 as a way to get my friends and I creating during a troubling time. From there the project as gone from strength to strength and now we publish a new exhibition every two weeks.

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