Now now now, i shift my mind to nature… gardening; talking to flowers birds pebbles stones rocks soils woods… my keyboards are ax shovel sow hammer, nails screws wires ropes, etc.,__ my veins muscles bones actively throbbing pulsating more than my brain, and though my feet hands body are plastered on the ground, my soul thoughts heart, float-like on a high-rise 100 level building, imaging a grandeur view of mankind! How how can i poeticize paint sculpt a landscape of gnawing anxieties… despairing alienations? Has mankind reached the point of no return, where their fears are now turning to hate, to satisfy their unbearable tensions? From my imagined height, i see a sight of an egg twirl conga samba boogie on a boiling pot.
Amazingly, my gnawing spirit has produced the siamese -twin of hypocrisy… the physical beauty of a pergola, side by side with my poetic image of a Monster-Man; hypocrisy of creation!!!
a recede of cumulative dishevels…
spring-rain of tears
summer-heat of famine
autumn-leaf of discontent
winter-virus of floating anger
the new nature landscape
gnawing anxieties… despairing alienations…
a lovely landscape?
i see your reflection
ala Shakespearian’s literature
a symbolic consciousness
yet, you are
but a man-stroke fire
whose ashes have not
the traces of man
you are the Monster-Man!
First Poetry-Painting by Ade Caparas Manilah
wednesday 9:37am 17 October 2018
Lanecove West NSW Sydney Australia