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From the art and mystic writings of William Blake to the thoughts of T. S. Eliot to the music of Mark Heard, inspiration from these artistic forefathers is the driving force in this collection. Their lives, rested on a foundation to create what was never there, to sing whatever came to mind and to proclaim their love for something that came from within.
Dead Artists Symmetry is a semi-biographical look at artists and their connection with each other. Poet/Artist Torrence King explains: "The artist is a reflection, the reflection is their life, their life is forever interwoven throughout time and time is hopelessly, desperately, forever in their debt".
Featuring the poems, "Vox Humana", "Fearful Symmetry" and "I, Madman"
20 pages - Language: English
Table of Contents
1. Introduction
4. The Barren Land
7. The Unfortunate Ones
8. I, Madman
9. Nevermind Me (Parts 2 and 3)
11. Vox Humana
12. The Tyger by William Blake (1757-1827)
16. Fearful Symmetry
17. The Edge of Forever / Shedding The Mortal Coil
18. In My Memory
19. From This Point Onward
20. Through The Door, Captured By Fate
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Introduction
(From the poetry-art collection: Dead Artists Symmetry)
Throughout Earth-time there have been a variety of creative spirits who have walked among humanity. They have been called artists or poets or thinkers or writers or musicians. They have influenced our world like a never-ending song. As I began my journey to study them, to find the connection of these great minds, I was surprised by all the treasures I found buried within their lives and works. Our artistic forefathers, all connected to the arts in some weird scheme perpetrated by fate, bare a strange resemblance to one another including those of our modern time. The similarities are almost endless: the denial of love, the battle of emotions and inner-demons, unsuccessful attempts at recognition in their own lifetime, seclusion from an often harsh world or even spiritual aspiration. These artists were more than “complex individuals”. They were part of an eternal struggle. They tapped into a sea of creativity and, at times, paid with their lives. In my gathering of quotes, poetry and art that connected this truth, I eventually bridged a gap in understanding myself. I came to understand the need to hold a mirror to my life and make sense of it all. I found in it a reflection all too familiar. From William Blake to T. S. Eliot to Mark Heard, we find inspired individuals who have gone before us and, in their lives, rested on a foundation to create what was never there, to sing whatever came to mind or to proclaim their love for something that burned inside. The artist is a reflection, the reflection is their life, their life is forever interwoven throughout time and time is hopelessly, desperately forever in their debt.
Welcome all who may enter here and bid farewell to the faithful departed.
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Throughout Earth-time there have been a variety of creative spirits who have walked among humanity. They have been called artists or poets or thinkers or writers or musicians. They have influenced our world like a never-ending song. As I began my journey to study them, to find the connection of these great minds, I was surprised by all the treasures I found buried within their lives and works. Our artistic forefathers, all connected to the arts in some weird scheme perpetrated by fate, bare a strange resemblance to one another including those of our modern time. The similarities are almost endless: the denial of love, the battle of emotions and inner-demons, unsuccessful attempts at recognition in their own lifetime, seclusion from an often harsh world or even spiritual aspiration. These artists were more than “complex individuals”. They were part of an eternal struggle. They tapped into a sea of creativity and, at times, paid with their lives. In my gathering of quotes, poetry and art that connected this truth, I eventually bridged a gap in understanding myself. I came to understand the need to hold a mirror to my life and make sense of it all. I found in it a reflection all too familiar. From William Blake to T. S. Eliot to Mark Heard, we find inspired individuals who have gone before us and, in their lives, rested on a foundation to create what was never there, to sing whatever came to mind or to proclaim their love for something that burned inside. The artist is a reflection, the reflection is their life, their life is forever interwoven throughout time and time is hopelessly, desperately forever in their debt.
Welcome all who may enter here and bid farewell to the faithful departed.
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