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The “little” Art I Possess ~writ for, inspired by, and warmly dedicated to Kelly Rose Saccone~ “So an artist does…They say that often when you fill your walls with art you often forget it’s there and you don't absorb its beauty, but I enjoy what little art I have everyday. Sometimes it is just the color or the passion that hits me anew when I look at them.” KRS <~> long ago the new~knowledge, “newlodge” came brewing~infusing me; art was not capable of being possessed my reversal~eyes opened the senses over~fulfilling, body sensations brimming, for I was the container, only in temporary possession! the art, in whatever the day’s chameleon guise, is the professor-possessor, I am the missionary~emissary remaindered by-product, just the vassal~vessel when to gaze upon a poem~creation of years ago, my expected mistakes appeared, a wee pride, largesse of satisfaction, but these are frailties, weaknesses, human misperceptions, human ill-delusions! never ever was a poem among my possessions, it was “in-sighted” within me what was placed in my cupboard, stored by my sensual conduits, mine only to covey, not to covet, art that tempest resides in as part, a parcel in of the entirety of your body+soul composition, but “out for delivery,” seeded, stored & carry~birthed, given forth, in a completed quantity that’s so grand, it takes five senses to truly comprehend! it is pieces, a child of you, recombinant, you the birth sac, how could ever be assessed as merely little? you are better understood to be a translator, a temp~progenitor, taking what all of nature and human experience has installed on your inner walls, and then dispatched, by you, gestated and unhesitatingly dispatched, and when gift unwrapped from the plain brown paper of our now orphaned belly skin, it is to be hallelujah greeted, for you, artist, translator, poem~mother, have done you job, hallowed and sacrosanct, and now the renewed giant emptiness, will soon, needy to be refilled, and retransmitted once more: this is no little, limited, mean feat, your gifting is beyond any words that limit, no size constrains, no words, neither sufficient and insufficient, you, are in loco parentis, you’ve take what you/we are given, beyond sizing, and it seizes and is seized, until you give it away completed and that is the grandest art . inseminated within you, true artistry! 7:42am Fri Oct 27 2023
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Oct 27, 2023
Oct 27, 2023 at 8:28 AM UTC
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What “little” Art I Possess
The “little” Art I Possess ~writ for, inspired by, and warmly dedicated to Kelly Rose Saccone~ “So an artist does…They say that often when you fill your walls with art you often forget it’s there and you don't absorb its beauty, but I enjoy what little art I have everyday. Sometimes it is just the color or the passion that hits me anew when I look at them.” KRS <~> long ago the new~knowledge, “newlodge” came brewing~infusing me; art was not capable of being possessed my reversal~eyes opened the senses over~fulfilling, body sensations brimming, for I was the container, only in temporary possession! the art, in whatever the day’s chameleon guise, is the professor-possessor, I am the missionary~emissary remaindered by-product, just the vassal~vessel when to gaze upon a poem~creation of years ago, my expected mistakes appeared, a wee pride, largesse of satisfaction, but these are frailties, weaknesses, human misperceptions, human ill-delusions! never ever was a poem among my possessions, it was “in-sighted” within me what was placed in my cupboard, stored by my sensual conduits, mine only to covey, not to covet, art that tempest resides in as part, a parcel in of the entirety of your body+soul composition, but “out for delivery,” seeded, stored & carry~birthed, given forth, in a completed quantity that’s so grand, it takes five senses to truly comprehend! it is pieces, a child of you, recombinant, you the birth sac, how could ever be assessed as merely little? you are better understood to be a translator, a temp~progenitor, taking what all of nature and human experience has installed on your inner walls, and then dispatched, by you, gestated and unhesitatingly dispatched, and when gift unwrapped from the plain brown paper of our now orphaned belly skin, it is to be hallelujah greeted, for you, artist, translator, poem~mother, have done you job, hallowed and sacrosanct, and now the renewed giant emptiness, will soon, needy to be refilled, and retransmitted once more: this is no little, limited, mean feat, your gifting is beyond any words that limit, no size constrains, no words, neither sufficient and insufficient, you, are in loco parentis, you’ve take what you/we are given, beyond sizing, and it seizes and is seized, until you give it away completed and that is the grandest art . inseminated within you, true artistry! 7:42am Fri Oct 27 2023
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