Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

(Kennedy and Eisenhower at Camp David, 1961)

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

---Robert Frost

That Thing With Feathers

"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me"

---Emily Dickinson

Enter

Leaving the mortal world behind, he steps through temple gates that open like the maw of a hungry God.

Garland Boy

Wedding flowers for the Sun-God served by children burnt by seeds of this earth.

City of Blinding Lights

"Neon heart, day-glow eyes, the city lit by fireflies. They're advertising in the skies for people like us. I've seen you walk unafraid. I've seen you in the clothes you've made. Can you see the beauty inside of me? What happened to the beauty inside of me?"---U2

Prometheus Unbound

"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice, Is also great, And would suffice."---Robert Frost

Unseen

The beggars of young squeezes the testicles of her bastard son to get a penny for your thoughts. Nobody sees her. The invisibles shame us all.

Atlas

He looks into me, as if to ask, "Why did you leave me here?" I could have been him if my ancestors did not choose to flee the land where the blood of the father mingled with his virgin bride.

Stairway to Heaven

Families sit on mortals steps celebrating the immortals, feasting upon the spoils of the Gods sold in fruit stalls. The incense is boiled into the skins of the worshippers that mingle with their blood-fueled sweat. I do not know why the Gods left them to be forgotten here among their only families. I only know that I have felt lonelier among the blood of my kin than when I am along the rock of ages.

Given to Fly

My previous post was about God's creation of Life, this one is a collage I made about man's creation of his own personal death.

"Are you going to wake again?
I just want to slide away and come alive again."---Slide Away, Michael Hutchence and Bono

"Do you cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed?
get a taste in my mouth as desperation takes hold,
why is it something so good just can't function no more? Love,
Love will tear us apart, again."---Love Will Tear Us Apart, Joy Division

"Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint,
forever in debt to your priceless advice,
meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet,
cut myself on angel's hair and baby's breath,
broken hymen of your highness I'm left black,
throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back."---Heart-Shaped Box, Nirvana

"It's better to burn out than to fade away, my my, hey hey,
out of the blue and into the black, they give you this but you pay for that,
and once you're gone, you can never come back, when you're out of the blue and into the black." ---My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue), Neil Young and Crazy Horse

"When the fire goes out you better learn to fake,
it's better to rise than fade away,
hey, you were right, named a star for your eyes."---Reasons to be Beautiful, Hole

"First he was stripped, and then he was stabbed by faceless men, well fuckers, he still stands."
---Given to Fly, Pearl Jam

The Creation of Adam

"What a piece of work is a man? How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god, the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals. And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?"
---Hamlet

If the pouty prince of Denmark saw what Man is capable of on the walls of the Sistine Chapel, he might just lighten up a little. I've often wondered what God looked like, what his favorite bands were and how he came up with his amazing and perplexing thing called life? Different people have explained creation it in different ways.

The Australian Aborigines believed that there was a time when everything was still and all the spirits of the Earth were asleep untill the Father of All Spirits gently awoke the Sun Mother and instructed her to go down to the Earth and awake the sleeping spirits and give them forms.

The Semitic religions (Christianity, Judaism, Islam) share a common creation myth, which makes me wonder why thousands of years later, people who believe that their world was created in the same way can't seem to co-exist in it with others who believe in the same thing?

But looking at Michelangelo's interpretation of the Creation of Adam is to witness God's creation of His own image. We should treat ourselves and those around us better because we all carry that divine spark within us. It would be a shame to see such a light diminished by petty and temporary human concerns.

Adam's posture is languid and reposed, at this point, a mindless creation, like a toy robot with no batteries. He's like the film Shaft without Isaac Hayes on the soundtrack, he has no soul. He lies relaxed, but the hand of God is bristling with holy energy. Their fingers never touch, but you can almost feel the divine spark about to leap between the Creator and this quintessence of dust.

While he was a bored medical student, Dr. Frank Meshberger quite accidently discovered that the part of the the painting where God was surrounded by angels resembled a cross-section of the human brain, which he assumed to symbolize God's gift of intelligence. In Hinduism, the consort of Bramha (creator of the universe) is Saraswati, the Goddess of knowledge. Even God has a women who knows more than He does.

Fast Forgiveness

Martin Luther would have liked this picture by Anry Nemo about the way people feel in our modern world.