CATMASUTRA 5
18th - 28th DECEMBER 2008
@ UTTERLY ART
229A South Bridge Road Singapore 058778 2nd Level
Opening reception: Thursday 18th December 2008 at 7pm
Opening hours: 11am to 8pm, Monday to Sunday
18th - 28th DECEMBER 2008
@ UTTERLY ART
229A South Bridge Road Singapore 058778 2nd Level
Opening reception: Thursday 18th December 2008 at 7pm
Opening hours: 11am to 8pm, Monday to Sunday
When Seasons Change
Outside, the freezing desert night.
This other night inside grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.
The continents blasted,
cities, and little towns, everything
become a scorched, blackened ball.
the news we hear is full of grief for that future,
but the real news inside here
is there's no news at all.
Friend, our closeness is this:
anywhere you put your foot, feel me
in the firmness under you.
How is it with this love.
I see your world and not you?
listen to the presences inside poems.
Let them take you where they will.
Follow those private hints,
and never leave the premises
the tent - by Rumi
The tree of life
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
It occurred to me time and again, the importance of art simply because of its implied freedom to explore and express. Art, in all its forms, as paintings, or words that form images in our head, is a search within, the road seemingly less traveled in today's world...
This other night inside grows warm, kindling.
Let the landscape be covered with thorny crust.
We have a soft garden in here.
The continents blasted,
cities, and little towns, everything
become a scorched, blackened ball.
the news we hear is full of grief for that future,
but the real news inside here
is there's no news at all.
Friend, our closeness is this:
anywhere you put your foot, feel me
in the firmness under you.
How is it with this love.
I see your world and not you?
listen to the presences inside poems.
Let them take you where they will.
Follow those private hints,
and never leave the premises
the tent - by Rumi
The tree of life
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
It occurred to me time and again, the importance of art simply because of its implied freedom to explore and express. Art, in all its forms, as paintings, or words that form images in our head, is a search within, the road seemingly less traveled in today's world...
it's Christmas time
peace ;)
peace ;)
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