Category Thoughts About Art & Culture
On Edge
~~~~~ On the edge seam of my mind I never know what I might find. I may be callous; I may be kind. Both together, they are twined. Guess I’ll have a drink, unwind. It doesn’t matter if I’m crined. It’s so obscure, might be fined. I suppose it should be defined. With emblazoned hair […]
Give and Take
~~~~~ What is your role this roll of liar’s dice? Is it an actor’s nightmare if you’re a baker? Each step upon the stage happens twice. For each part, you are a giver and a taker. The sand grains dig deep and dent me as […]
War on One is a War on All
~~~~~ We must learn that a war on one is a war on all. Not only nations, states, cities, communities, groups, ethnicities, orientations, political, sexual, and religious, but also on each individual, everywhere. Thus, if anyone harms another through venal, rapacious neglect or verifiable intention, they have harmed all. each and every animate and inanimate […]
Crazy Poet
~~~~~ I know this crazy poet.he lives inside my head.About language, he know it.At least, that’s what he said.Rhyme, meter, he can show it. Maybe I’ll meet him when I’m dead ~~~~~ People Over Politics, World Over Wealth! Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment Unite the World! ~~~~~ See […]
Improvisation
~~~~~ A Rapid Meditation on Ives Trio for Piano, Cello and Violin Where Did That Come From The way in life we come together, walk side-by-side and harmonize. Go our separate ways, rehearing The musical influences we shared. Will we muse on it from then on? Think it but a passing fancy, soon forgotten. Distant […]
New Molds to be Broken
Rising of the Moon ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ Flow through me like a river from the tiny spring where you begin. Above the lakes and streams watch dragonflies and damselflies hover in an everlasting dance of movement. Iridescent colors where no pigment exists, show how movement exposes more than life alone may ever truly […]
Wild Yeast
~~~~~ How will we cause the colors to appear when life appears black and white, blank, no matter where, how far away we gaze? We may as well gaze into our own navels. The permanent scar which marks us flesh proves little enough in its shy profundity. Whether we dance, caper, ramble, race, or march […]
To Capture All
~~~~~ Out for an evening of music. waiting for the world to speak. Flowing through my fingers, now, anticipating a lightning strike. Or it could be that nothing comes, though that is not my expectation. Only our concept of time, perception will tell what this evening brings, whatever will come through me guided by my […]
Begin, Become, Begone
~~~~~ Speaking now of old friends or of lovers from long ago. Where the closest may be lost or somehow replaced by others along the way. Yet, life continues along, with us or without us. Do you believe, perchance, when you are finally gone the universe vanishes. This, despite evidence to the contrary, science, perhaps, […]
Not As Ourselves
Sun in the Water ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ What rituals do we retain from ancient times?Primordial, primitive, leaving faint trace, no memory.When each morning the sun rising was pure magic,The setting sun called forth darkness, a time of fear. We have misplaced the magic, retained our night terror.Magic not lost entirely, yet glimpsed now […]
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