Headlines, and some art.

IN THE NEWS:

Headline of the Week:Moving Right Along: Zooming through the holidays with the runs,” from the Eugene Weekly.   Am I the only one who thinks that is funny? 

I also made headlines: “What makes ‘the Whit’ tick?”, in the Eugene Register Guard. Not actually about me.  To borrow from Hamlet,  “Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would pluck out the heart of my mystery.”

Edgy headline:  Emerging Face of a Nationless World. This video shows artists and musicians from around the world.  Check the violinist riding the waves.

IN THE ARTS:

While creating a series of paintings, I began thinking of a poem written by Irishman William Butler Yeats, in 1919.

I now present to you,

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The Second Coming

Poem by William Yeats

Art by Justin Whitney

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

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Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

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Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

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The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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Source of Yeats Poem: http://www.potw.org/archive/potw351.html

Friends…

By Alishiya Honey

Who are your friends?

Your friends are your companions, your daily-mates, your soul-connectors, your peace of mind, your mental stimulants, that restless part of your energy, the people who you can be yourself with.

Your friends are your sounding-boards, your reflection in the mirror, your reality-check, the people you can be absolutely silent with and realize it’s the best conversation you ever had, the people or person you are so utterly fond of and you know for a fact that you’d do absolutely anything for them which could be in your reach or beyond it.

They are the people you can have the greatest times with and at the same time cry your heart out and not feel ashamed of those honest, salty tears.

They are the people who you want to do things for off-guard for completely no particular reason but simply because you want to remind them how they are so special to you and make up a part of your daily life.

We don’t remind ourselves enough of how they complete us and fill in that missing part which we were seeking and felt was incomplete or unfinished that required completion and wholeness.

Our friends are images of ourselves and reflect our inner beings: the beautiful as well as the ugly sides, all those contradictions and dualities, all the possible chaos, confusions, complexities and insecurities: all that’s bubbling furiously within us.

Those are our friends: our pillars of strength, the people who play the role of listeners, or the advisors, those people who inspire, aspire, admire, influence and appreciate and accept us for who we are.

Mainly, our friends are our conscious beings who unconsciously show us who we really are all about from within.   They are the subtle sparks that throw light on our actual inner-selves.

Those are our FRIENDS…

They surprisingly could be our competitors, the people who we’re jealous of, or envious of, or in awe of: the people who challenge us, the people who are beyond us: the people who surprise and amaze us, shock us, baffle us, capture our attention spontaneously and do things randomly.

We don’t realize this is just us talking to ourselves.  It’s amazing, fabulous, and wondrous.  It’s really something to feel great about.

Each of our friends have a part of themselves in us and we have a part of ourselves within them; it’s a discreet and beautiful exchange.

Art Discussion

This morning, I woke up and found that the painting I posted yesterday had been liked by a talented photographer, Aaron Leaman.  I checked out his site, and discovered that his thoughts resonated with some ideas I had at the time I was painting.

Here is a summary of my ideas:

Nothing is fixed.  We are complex bundles of dynamic, constantly changing energy journeying through complex passages of energy.  At any time, we are conscious only of a tiny piece of the big picture of ourselves.  A lot of this action can be random and chaotic, but it can also be pleasant, beautiful, and easy.  We have the power to make choices, to orient the energy of our minds and bodies, in any way we choose.  What happens when a person enters a peaceful, caring, loving, compassionate, understanding state of mind?  The energy of that person, and the energy surrounding that person, is transformed, and quite possibly, the universe becomes a more peaceful place, but can we know the full effects of our thoughts and actions?

Also see Aaron Leaman’s perspective.