The Prophet described iman, or faith, as such: “Faith is to acknowledge with the heart, to voice with the tongue, and to act with the limbs,” (Chittick 6).
This outlines the hierarchy of bodily domains that human beings consist of: the heart, signifying innermost awareness; the tongue which articulates and expresses; and one’s limbs, the source of action.
The art of poetry incorporates all three of these, for one cannot compose a poem without the cognizance of the heart, the use of speech or the physical use of limbs to write out the words.
Poetry channels the three spheres of the body so that awareness, thought and activity fuse to create one product.
Beyond Words: Chronicling Spiritual Ecstasy and Experience in Sufi Poetry
Kate Van Brocklin
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‘There is still one of which you never speak.’
Marco Polo bowed his head.
‘Venice,’ the Khan said.
Marco smiled. ‘What else do you believe I have been talking to you about?’
The emperor did not turn a hair. ‘And yet I have never heard you mention that name.’
And Polo said: ‘Every time I describe a city I am saying something about Venice.’
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
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The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the road.
O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
Do you say Venture not—if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied, adhere to me?
O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,
You express me better than I can express myself,
You shall be more to me than my poem.
I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all free poems also,
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.
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A Mi Tijuana
Spanish | English
La olvidada, la 100 por ciento criticada!..
A la que puedes dar mil opiniones sobre ella
La única que es coherente con su equilibrio
Entre las cosas buenas y malas!
La ciudad malvada… la maravillada,
La llena de narcos!
Artistas, multicolores y muchos tantos…
Esta ciudad… ciudad de paso
Y paso a ser mía,
Mi ciudad! Mi metrópoli confundida
Ayer la mas violenta
Hoy el ejemplo de paz!
Pero solo en mi Tijuana se puede vivir esto!
Balazos, teatro… buena música, cineastas en acción
El party el revolución! La que ya no es nada
Por que nació la calle 6ta.
Donde se junta lo subterráneo,
Las culturas urbanas, donde no ahí negros ni blancos!
Ni mexicanos ni gringos…
lo que importa es la noche bohemia,
algo de baile y alcohol
que viva la diversión…
la ciudad de segunda!
De segundas oportunidades
Donde caen los deportados
Donde comen y duermen los emigrados,
Donde se respira libertad
Donde ahí policías buenos y malos!
Y aquí te preguntas? Para que ir al otro lado…
Si acaso nomas de compras,
a conocer lo bien planeado.
Pero para dormir a gusto! Para respirar a diario…
Con la adrenalina constante,
De Tijuana ahí que ser amante.
Y así a donde vallas al decir soy de Tijuana
Obtendrás ese silencio! Que es un silencio ganado
De respeto por que para criticar Tijuana
Solo nosotros los que la vivimos
Los que la hemos hecho nuestra
Y ser tijuanense, claro que satisface
Pero también pesa y cuesta!…
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We are the Stargazers,
We are the Memorykeepers
We are the stargazers,
we are the memorykeepers
we are the solitude dwellers
we pause, head lifted to look at clouds
moving fast through the night skies
like steam raising from hot coffee
in a makeshift cafe.
[ stop looking at your phone
and look at the stars ]
We are impractical madness.
We are the timeconjurers,
propelled through dark hours
– we pause to take photographs when we’re late; we always answer the muse
and she comes at the most inopportune moments.
We are the harbingers,
we are the jesters.
We sit on street corners in the cold, listening to the banter of clochards.
Our hands hurt
we write poems no-one will read.
We are the stargazers,
we are the memorykeepers
we are the storytellers.
We are the art warriors,
we battle against the loss of words,
which come unexpected and vanish so quickly, like the tendrils of love in the morning.
We fight against time which consumes.
We succeed – and steal one verse or image from the frenetic chasm.
We indulge in vain attempts to capture stars.
We are the dreamers,
we are the songcollectors
we are the last romantics.
Our job is to always have innocent eyes.
We are the wanderers.
Our job is to remember and coalesce.
We preserve life’s gossamer fragments of beauty, we keep them like strands of lights in a jar.
We are the butterflies,
we are the petal priests,
we run red lights.
We wander at night and are consumed by fire.
In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni.
San Diego. January 18, 2016
Posted in art, Art Gallery, Drawing, Ink, Life Drawing, Pastel, Poetry, sketchbook, wanderlust, Watercolor, Writing, writing, tagged art, balboa part, Drawing, graphite, ink, Monday nights, nude, nude modeling, pastel, san diego, san diego arts institute, sketchbook, sketching on July 23, 2015| Leave a Comment »
Another month of quickening days, of white skies, of scorching heat, of California monsoons has gone by.
The weather in San Diego has been positively schizophrenic. Life has been full (I dislike the word “busy”), heartbreaking and healing at turns, magic, adventurous, challenging and with an overall trend of daily progress towards balance, harmony and mindfullness. Things are good.
I have been blessed to have crossed paths with soulful fellow travelers.
Since the beginning of 2015, the posts here at Sketchbloom have been so sparse…it’s embarassing. I miss my days before my professorship where I had the luxury of being an artist full time. Yet there were, of course, different struggles at the time. I always heard that with privileges come responsibilities, and I felt those, so much, this past school year. Although the school year ended, culminating with Graduation at the end of June, I feel I am only (sort-of) beginning to breath now.
I completed my six-week five-credit Arabic course yesterday. I signed up for the class on what must have been an adrenaline rush from the tough Spring I had. The course started during Finals week at my University, which meant a seamless, yet intense/insane transition! I have some calligraphy to share from the course, and I am happy to say I can finally read and write in Arabic!
This month also saw me in Ciudad de Mexico DF for few days. I will post soon some photographs and recollections from that city of thousand faces. Alas, no drawings. (no time)
How to sum up a whole year? Only through recollection in tranquility. I am finally on break, and I plan to catch up with all the posts from my travels. I have notebooks full of thoughts and words, that might become verses, once distilled. Yet, this is also the time to make. I read that, a year from now, you will wish you had started today. SO I am starting, again, today. Every time I post here it feels like a new beginning. For those of you who have been following this blog (more than a thousand!), thank you for your patience and for the kind forgetfulness, and forgiveness, of promises not (yet) kept. I started running behind in 2013….no comment. My art and this blog can hardly catch up with my life and travels. I guess that is a good problem to have. Maybe you want to wander here, and see why time flies.
Annnyyyyhow…..Here are the rest of this spring’s nudes from Monday nights at the San Diego Arts Institute.
I noticed, going through the various drawings done there, that I tend to experiment with a different medium and paper each time. I guess I really miss my collages. I had the time to scan these drawings (i always feel quick and dirty when I post shots from my phone), and, well, what a difference.
One good piece of news is that I will get back my art studio in the Fall. I was part of the Brokers’ Building Artist Colony from 2003-2008 and I cannot wait to have a special place for my art again.
This summer – this year, really – feels like the long backward run, the gathering momentum
of the pole jumper.