Christopher Vera’s Mystic Nebula

Poetry is like chess: Its easy to learn, but takes a lifetime to master.

It occurred to me in Italy as I stood before Michealangelo’s David, that we don’t go to see great works of art. We can find pictures of masterpieces in books and on postcards that are better lit, show more detail. Most of us have “seen” great works of art before.

Then why do we go to see them in real life?

I believe we go to stand great works of art not to merely make them a part of our brief lives, or to say that we saw them to our friends, but to make ourselves part of their history. So millenia from now, long after we are gone, in the ongoing life of the masterpiece, somehow we become part of its history. That like the great leaders and the untold millions before us, we too stood before the masterpiece and gazed upon it.

That we too became, in our own way, a part of history that although may never be recorded, can never be denied. Like Michaelangelo, I stood before David. I was there.

The masterpiece becomes our witness to these micro-histories in the making, repeating over and over for every person. May they have long memories.

There are three histories for every event: The history that actually happened; the history as perceived by witnesses to the event; the history of the event as interpreted by everyone else.

If you believe your rights are granted to you by the State, then beware: Someday it may be true.

Its always good to see an upcoming author being quoted
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gling_gling

My barbarian horde smashes your enlightened society.

“The honest poet cares less for the concerns of today’s critics than for the admiration of tomorrow’s.”