Would ‘Sunflowers’ shun the light
‘Starry Night’ be canvas white
Blood be spilled by palette knife
Were life without art still life
Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.
Demagogues flouting the law
Horseless carriage runs on straw
Holy man worships a whore
It’s late, but wait, there is more
Armageddon will start with the news media.
“Take those flying reindeer, Santa’s red and white color scheme, and his jolly disposition, for example. They are all probably linked to the use of hallucinogenic toad stool in ancient rituals.” —Roger Highfield
‘Twas the night before Christmas of a hazardous year
Santa was safe at home with the clan of Claus
Elves were loading gifts in Santa’s new sleigh
Reindeer were dreaming in their stalls
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
―Clement Clarke Moore
“Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.” —W. Somerset Maugham
Does the blossom sniff the bee
In their pollinating ecstasy
If we breathe the scent of goodly grass, the fragrance of spices, the aroma of good fruits, we pronounce a blessing over the pleasure.
―Shmuel Yosef Agnon
In my dream I see her rarity
at a smart picture gallery
to which her heart is the lock
and my art the key
Every human is an artist. The dream of your life is to make beautiful art.
―Don Miguel Ruiz
“Wherever man has left his footprints in the long ascent from barbarism to civilization, we find the hoofprint of a horse beside it.” —John Trotwood Moore
In a legend the elders foretold
Of the quest for the southwestern gold
On the glittering sands
Of the equine’s homeland
Where brave horses are spirited souls
I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a horse.
“Until very recently, the artist was a magician who did his magic in public view but kept himself and his effects a matter of mystery.” —Gore Vidal
Neither smoke nor mirrors play a part
In the great magician’s secret art
Just a cabinet plain
No gamed sword blade or feign of fake sort
I was a magician’s assistant and had to go in the box that they put the swords through, and there’s no trick to it. You literally have to dodge the swords.
“Every person who is really an artist desires to create inside of himself another, deeper, more interesting life than the one that actually surrounds him.” —Konstantin Stanislavski
Charlotte was born in a burlesque star’s trunk
On the bump-and-grind road to old Podunk
With the tricks of the trade
Charlotte played backstage
And dreamed her name up in lights from her bunk
“Remember: there are no small parts, only small actors.”