“ The Art of Aging ” – man’s eschatology –

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“ The Art of Aging ”

            – man’s eschatology –

 
  
 Age has you feel
 The consequence,
 Of thinned conceal 
 By a starved brush,
 Upon your person
 Wants but to instil
 A sense of rush,
 The while reward
 Be to lay shades,
 In wisdom’s colours
 On its aging canvas
 Begs innate candour... 


 Thus so you know
 Life lends redress,
 To shadowed greys
 Of life’s excesses, 
 Will shape in part
 What age expresses... 


 Hence of bold lines
 Carved so by time, 
 Some even apropos 
 Meant not unkind, 
 To one’s tableaux 
 That age defines,                      
 While time directs
 You suffer decline, 
 Yet holds respect 
 For the art of aging, 
 Alas be man’s eschatology!         
 © Jean-Jacques Fournier  
  
 Ode to a long-time dear friend, Louise Fleischmann ...

 Imagery - Private & Public
 Music - Excerpt of Tomasso Albinoni - Adagio, in G minor... 

“ A Hyphenated World ” – held fitting guise –

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“ A Hyphenated World ”

                   – held fitting guise –

‘Tis a fitting guise

A hyphenated world,

Of hyphenated people

Barely joined together,

By shortest of lines

Save in desperate times,

If but to stay alive

Until next apprise,

Holds indefinite man

If he is to survive,

Until discord subsides

Tho wanting to encage

He’ll once more fractionize,

By manipulating stage…





In a language to divide

That largely means create

A hyphenated bide,

Trusted so to populate

Heedless of unwise,

Words fixed to engage

By language brigade,

Who spreads confusion

Among the lesser wise,

Maximize demand

To maintain disguise,

Of the hyphenated men

Who power world divides!

                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

Photos – by Marianne D. & private collection –
Music – excerpt from Leaving, by Chet Baker –

“ The Unbearable Silence ” ~ of Charlie Hebdo ~

They draw the lines
In twists and shapes,
That means depict
Bleak minds to face,
In wearying state
Of fanatical politics,
And religious fakes
Of profiteering prophets,
In varied shades extremist
All would be fodder
For satirical exposure,
Decries need for disclosure
By impish mind humorists,
Who forever meant persist
Save for life they gave,
Yet will ne’er be made silent
For they’ll speak from the grave!

ode to Charlie Hebdo’s of the world,
they to be missed departed satirists,
of freedom of expression,
who would not be silenced!


They would not be silenced!
By religious, political and ideological extremists, and exclusionary nationalism…

In homage to the satirical free speech and liberty
of expression exponents. We honour the stalwarts
of Charlie Hebdo, and fellow artists throughout the world!

These are the men who, for their satirical humorous insight,
were cowardly gunned down by the fanatics of so called
twisted religious dictates, with which no prophet would
associate.

We mourn these raconteurs and exponents of freedom of expression.
May their memory live on as a symbol of freedom that is not negotiable.