“ Life ” – be but a minute –

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“ Life ”

         – be but a minute –

The journey starts

Tho moves so fast,

Seems off the chart

As conjectural cast,

Life means impart

On a short tenure,

Found is my part

In fates September,

As I a minute ark,

Will soon surrender

Seen ephemeral part,

May hold remember

A diminutive minute,

Mans unwitting enter

That is to be ones life…

 

As life be but a minute

Do pardon my rancour,

If you crowd my space

I am short of candour,

As be no time to waste

Nor room for squander,

So I’ve cause to make haste…

 

In the wake of all to die

As will prized September,

When reality need not hide

Find ye peace in fall’s slumber,

And the minute to live described

Thus as said of life, be but a minute!

 

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Imagery, symbolic of depicting life…

Music, Miles Davis Ascenseur pour l’échafaud…

Wrote for audio, in Sweetsburg August 14, 2020…

“ The Appearance ” – of being –

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“ The Appearance ”

                     – of being –

You observe a façade

Of innate appearance,

By established events

Implying a difference,

Tho ne’er so inherent

As metamorphosis tap,

To being’s emergence

Expand likely to grasp,

Be your ego’s defiance

Questions so to conceal,

With veneer abeyant

And a core fails reveal,

For its reasons defiant

Save ones said presence,

As a being bids vibrant

Marking so its existence,

The while different aspirants

Possess the appearance of being!

                           © Jean-Jacques Fournier

an Ode to all Totem Art sculpting and sculptors…

Art – Inspired by Rebecca Budd – Clanmother,

Music – Au Bout Du Fil – Now, by Vexento –

“ Faces ” – that be traceless –

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“ Faces ”

       – that be traceless –

I see faces

In all places,

That be sad

Virulent cases,

At risk clad

Be complacent,

Soon but mad

Past indifferent,

Of no matter

Part of current,

Fitting this façade…

 

Empty faces

That be traceless,

Yet embraces

Find expression,

As in a painting

Of a landscape,

Speaks despair

Rather tainted,

Tho not quite bare…

 

Be mortal faces

Seeking refuge,

From raw places

Found in refuse,

A world so faces

In human deluge,

Held insensate

Of fellow sapiens,

They just people

Failed by bane,

Seek seen real

Despite blame,

Of slanted feel

Said man extant,

Made world surreal      

Bent be he an unrepentant!  

 

                           ode to fellow beings of virulent woes…

                                                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

   Art, by Picasso, Modigliani, Odilon Redon,

           Jheronimus Bosh, Maurice Denis, Erich Heckel.

                          Music, Now – by Vexento – v2 New music, and recital

 

“ The Other Side ” – of nowhere –

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“ The Other Side ”

             – of nowhere –

It’s a state of mind

Where the place to be,

Is a paradise uncharted

That sanity infers,

Is a situate must see

While so far it seems,

Getting there does mean

One need travel,

If but a gift for dreaming

On the other side of nowhere…

 

Doubt may at times

Discern ye be afraid,

Clouds so our mind

Yet fails to dissuade,

Of new worlds define

Be humanly worthy,

Said majority’s kind

So unlike parasitical,

Precursor to the blind

Seen perilous politicals,

Since inept left behind …

 

Hence I daren’t hesitate

With this bold escapade,

Want readily participate

In what leads to souls aid,

Facing a world, in decline

Not iniquitous charade,                                                                      

Held be set state of mind

If ye should opt to believe,

Can so resolve to soon find,

The other side of nowhere!

 

                     ov written in Montreal in 2001                        

                                            © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

Music, The Journey Before Dawn – by Natura Silentia

Paintings include, Michelangelo Buonarroti, The Fall and Expulsion from the Garden of Eden and William Blake, Illustration to Dante’s Inferno, Dante and Virgil at the Gates of Hell.

Photos by/par, MD

 

 

“ Beginnings ” – goal not forever –

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“ Beginnings ”

            – goal not forever –

 

In the beginning

Declared be alive,

Tho not forever

We’re to survive,

Save a few clever

Perhaps the wiser,

Saw worth persist

Held more aware,

Said of beginnings

As life finds decide,

What be goal’s fare

If one bids to abide…

 

So be of mans mind

To begin with sway,

With resolve to find

Aims fashion to play,

Seeks incite revision

In road of life’s way,

Want alter its vision

Holds be a short stay,

The while not eternal

And goals not forever,

Would sidestep its end

As man aches to suspend!

 

                         an ode to man’s ludicrous dream…

                 © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Music, Stranger by Aerocity   

        

 

“ Body In Motion ” – a composition –

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“ Body In Motion ”

                        – a composition –

I watch beguiled

The body move,

At mesmeric pace

In perfect groove,

Be the beauty

Of her grace,

A striking figure

Neath satin skin,

Of golden colour

Rippling so within,

Be sensual power

Tautly glistening,

As her steps tower

Ever provoking,

A terpsichore

Held of a dance,

That undulates

And counteracts,

To elongate

A composition,

Finds articulate

As body in motion,

Wants speak of life…

 

Hence as she soars

Like the god of Jove,

Wouldst thus express

The splendour she wove,     

In that alluring motility

Said be her body in motion!

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Photo, excerpt – Tono Stano

 Line Drawings, excerpts – by my daughter, Nicole Fournier,

Eco – Performance Artist…

Music, Body and Soul – Woody Herman 

Theo Jansen – and his Strandbeesten (Dutch for “beach beasts”) art in motion –

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Theo Jansen

– and his Strandbeesten

(Dutch for “beach beasts”) art in motion –

About art… one never ceases to be astonished !

As said by my dear friend Louise F. – The ingenuity of this artist,
 is a marvel, and his museum is simply … the beach.

À propos d’art… on ne cesse pas d’être étonné!

Pour citer ma chère amie Louise F. – L’ingéniosité de cet artiste,
 est une merveille! Et son musée est tout simplement… la plage.

SINCE 1990 JASEN HAS BEEN CREATING
A NEW FORM OF ART IN MOTION
THAT LIVES ON THE BEACH

Jansen is a planar leg mechanism designed by the kinetic sculptor Theo Jansen to generate a smooth walking motion. Jansen has used his mechanism in a variety of kinetic sculptures which are known as Strandbeesten (Dutch for “beach beasts”). Jansen’s linkage bears artistic as well as mechanical merit for its simulation of organic walking motion using a simple rotary input. These leg mechanisms have applications in mobile robotics and in gait analysis.

“ Men Of The Sea ” – obdurate beings – – revisited –

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“ Men Of The Sea ”

                  – obdurate beings –

                             – revisited –

On steel hull ships

In days of old,

Sail hardened men

The story told,

Of rusty hearts

And tempers short,

Whose tired grunts

Would find exhort,

Spoke fitful streams

Of words bone thin…

 

With guarded eyes  

And gnarled limbs,

They navigate

The lonely seas,

From dust to dawn

To burn or freeze,

Despite their brawn

Will find to cower,

As Lucifer spawns

Upon their superstitions…

 

In life replete

With boding myths,

And nightly demons

Who so disrupt,

The tattered dreams

Said heard compose,

The damning screams

Of obdurate beings,

That be men of the sea!  

                                  © Jean-Jacques Fournier                                               

                              written in Vence, Fr                                                                                         

.                                            January 20, 2002      

 Painting, Brager, by Jean-Baptiste Henri Durand                             

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“ A Distant Presence ” – stored in old memories –

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“ A Distant Presence ”

            – stored in old memories –

 

I feel a presence

Ever distant,

Lurking

In my memory,

Probing

Unrelentingly,                                                                             

To surface

Above reticence,

Ne’er forgotten

Be one’s musings,

Despite a dying voice

Caught in the shadows,

Of a haunting choice

Stays a distant presence,

Stored in old memories…

 

I feel its existence

Lamenting regret,

Of relic adolescence

Did tend to forget,

One’s life so harried

Time be left scattered,

Yet held little matter

Amid memory’s embers,

Despite imploring pleas

Woefully entreating time,

On symbolic knees

Ought allow to remind,

Before the while be no more

Than a haunting memory…

 

Tho still I hear whispers

Of a lingering voice,

Must be the patient soul

In its life’s awoken choice,

Holds stored in old memories

That of a distant presence! 

           

                        © Jean-Jacques Fournier  

                                           July 12, 2020             

            Music, Chet Baker – Almost Blue –

“ Stop The World ” – I want to get off – revisited –

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“ Stop The World ”

            – I want to get off –

Stop the world,

I want to get off,

Its lethal whirl

I’ve had enough,

Held toxic while

Man efforts cure,

To anew beguile

Alters not lure,

Of endless excess

Or denied blame,

Nor will it redress

Its damage insane,

Man culls confess

Of liable fed game,

To play you along

Be without shame,

Of what suits best

For his world cast,

That yet but infests

So increasingly fast,

And gives not a rest

Despite beg antics daft,

With now barely time left!

                                           Ode to voices of empty rhetoric

                                                                    © Jean-Jacques Fournier

                                                                                         July 10, 2020

             Music – Stravinsky’s, The Rite of Spring