July 12th, 2021. FREE

“Making a Break for It” by Conal Gilliland

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"The Old Man of Concordia" by M.A.A. 
Holding what some consider to be of knowledge and wisdom
he judges those seeking the secret words as if they were gifts
for he is aware, that if it's free, it's not freedom
thus they came with us, they did
it seems like all nations are entangled in the web of sin
and we are getting older still
does it ever end, and how many words are to be lent
from suns to moons back to nil,
as a cure that never really saves, and was never meant

He received a letter from afar
from an ancient in scholastic clothes, I claim
antidotes, holy affairs and other things bound to fail
“shortness of life is a punishment,” all he said after all
so what are we to do with our wings,
if we stand earthbound forevermore?
don't question it! a joke from the one who forced this fall -
not quite, the note said; the one is us and we are the one
freedom is to suffer for what a creative mind wants

As the years go by, pilgrimages come to an end
the library of wisdom now in ruins of ash and soot
no one to come for the gifts, there's nothing to mend
for it has all come to an end, as no one dares to look
- now, there’s a proposal!
it may be that life lies in the letters of polytheists
confused by nature's illusion, those cosmic enthusiasts
though all nations are entangled in the web of sin
all the way from moons to suns back to nil,
here we are
getting older still
-
"I receive no soul which forsakes the body against my will.
A foolish philosophy may boast of martyrs of this kind;
it may boast of a Zeno, a Cleombrotus, or a Cato."

shackles of words keep the martyrs awake
it is a praise, that's what it is,
nothing for nothing's sake

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“Seagull” by Vian Borchert

– – –

"In the Park" by S.J. Delaney 
Around, ensnared by iron and paint,

A green among the concrete grey.

Left stood, surrounded by cars a-going,

Respite to life on this warm day.



Too short the grass, too clean the line

a figure of uniformity.

How strange the meander, the careless freedom

of weeds and streams

not pulled into line by blocks and rods

or RoundUp or clawing hands.



Away from the traffic, the grass must be growing

within the confines of gates and paths

Away from this park, the grass must be growing

but why?

or how?

without the hands?

abuilding

aplanning

aplanning

it’s growing.

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"Free" by Vian Borchert 
Free as a bird
I aim to be
in a world
that puts you
in a cage

Free as a bird
I want to be
spread my wings
Fly above the clouds
while the children play freely
on the swings

Free as a bird
I want to breathe
the air so fresh
clean in my lungs
Free Free
I aim to be.

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Next exhibition theme: STRIFE

Deadline: MIDNIGHT, 25th July

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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