Showing posts with label experience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label experience. Show all posts

August 15, 2012

Art and Love, Existentialists in a World of Change

"Art is love." Somerset Maugham

Waiting on the World to Change
by John Mayer
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me and all my friends, we're all misunderstood
they say we stand for nothing and there's no way we ever could.
now we see everything that's going wrong with the world and those who lead it.
we just feel
like we don't have the means to rise above and beat it
so we keep waiting, waiting on the world to change.
we keep on waiting waiting on the world to change

it's hard to beat the system when we're standing
at a distance so we keep waiting. waiting on the world to change
now if we had the power to bring our neighbors home from war
they would have never missed a Christmas
no more ribbons on their door and when
you trust your television what you get is what you got
cause when they own the information, oh
they can bend it all they want that's why we're waiting
waiting on the world to change.

we keep on waiting.
waiting on the world to change
it's not that we don't care, we just
know that the fight ain't fair.
so we keep on waiting waiting on the
world to change and we're still waiting,
waiting on the world to change.
we keep on waiting waiting on the world to change

Author and poet, Somerset Maugham a prominent, early-mid twentieth century writer and poet most famous for the 1915 novel, Of Human Bondage, tells a tale of a young man, Philip Carey, orphaned and raised by an aunt and uncle. He grows in their home and leaves to find his way in the world. He has many experiences. The book is set in England and quite lengthy, coming in at about 600 pages. By about page 200, we find its young subject deep into the quest for meaning, purpose and love. Philip sets himself to learn the purpose of his life, what love is to him. After struggles and some failed attempts to start a career, Paris calls out like a Siren to him. He feels the pull of Art.
Not long after he arrives, Philip finds himself drinking it all in; the Left Bank, the people, the French culture, the free spirit of the Parisian capital is in stark contrast to London; the reader follows him through his  adventures there. He meets many persons, some odd, some bold. Many set him to thinking. One tells him, 'art is love.' He considers this in light of the more familiar, 'god is love.' The reader learns that this novel is actually something of Maugham's autobiography. 

Philip recounts his own early experiments in life, and what he discovers is what Maugham called, 'the artistic temperament.' Emotionally the young man comes to see not a desire to be invisible; he more wishes to risk for freedom in both the emotional and physical planes to engage in his art. Art, he finds, also requires courage and honesty in the pursuit of beauty, the thing he craves. The book is also an exploration of 1915 Europe in which society was for many, personally constricting.

This novel is striking in the Simple mind; it was written by someone who lived a century before and still, today, many of the themes examined are current and intently debated by artists. There is a strong spiritual theme throughout the book with the linking of love and art. It brings to mind the vast Vatican collection, a trove of art so large.
'Let us love one another; for in love, there is god. God is love.'

July 24, 2010

Wings of Love

Seasons Change
Expose

Some dreams, are in the night time 

And some seem like yesterday 

But leaves turn brown and fade 

Ships sail away 

You long to say a thousand words but 
Seasons Change. 
It feels, like it's forever 
No reason for emptiness 
But time just runs away 
No more day by day, 
You dream and yearn and see the day when 
Seasons Change 
I want you 
I want to feel you by my side 
I need you 

Don't you know I need you baby 
Seasons change 
Feelings change 
It's been so long 
I've found you yet it seems like yesterday 
Seasons change 
People change... 

Belief slips away 
The wings of love they come away and 
Seasons change... 

People change- people change

Seasons change. I heard this one on the radio the other day. It has been such a long time. It was a big hit in 1988 for a girl group from the Bronx, New York. Sometimes we think when we get older, people change; they do, or do we become more experienced, more aware? 

There is "no reason for emptiness" as the lyric goes, unless we ourself withhold what is vital in every life. The most creative, life giving and strongest sense that we're alive in this and every moment is doing what matters to us; living our loves and being the truth that we are. People do change. We grow into what we might become, or not.

I saw an interesting U Tube video in which the composer of the piece surmising that the idea of good vs bad is predetermined, or pre-attracted; that we in fact have a weight around us dragging our destiny and that there is not free will, there is not anything else. The person called this "Abraham." And ultimately this person rejects this idea of the "law of attraction' because, as he notes, what about illness, what about anything in life-- can we, and do we alone, possess the ability by simple attraction to alter events?--seasons change.

February 19, 2010

Love Simple

Simple
by K.D. Laing
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Flawless light in a darkening air
Alone...and shining there
Love will not elude you

Love is simple
I worship this tenacity
And the beautiful struggle we're in

Love will not elude us
Love is simple
Be sure to know that
All in love Is ours

And love, as a philosophy
Is simple
I am calm in oblivion
Calm, as I ever have been

Love will not elude me
Love is simple
Be sure to know that
All in love

Is ours... Is ours...
That all in love
Is ours

And love, as philosophy
Is simple...
And ours...


Love is simple, as a philosophy so the song goes;
 the one who sings, sings it with a voice most beautiful.
Building a civilization of love, its beautiful struggle and its tenacity.
Love endures, we are often told.
It remains, exists, calm in oblivion as never before.
There is certainty in love.
Yet this sense of the certain, the possible, is a freedom.

Be sure to know that all love, in the civilization of love, is ours.
It's simple and free, acting upon one's will and so it remains.
There is no cage, no jailer to contain the beloved.

Indeed it is too big to contain. The civilization founded all in love may contain struggles,
it may contain simple knowledge.
Freedom in a flawless light amid a darkening sky. 
A love too big to contain.