(above) The UK Crossing | Harley Riders’ Daily Lives | Photographer Sandy Carson This series will focus on showcasing timeless photography that will tell human condition stories and provide enjoyment. Selected from features published since the magazine’s birth in 2014, these hidden visuals will again come to life to touch your hearts. The rewind series…
Fun | Rewind Series — Edge of Humanity Magazine
Month: April 2023
Just Another Star by Karl Jenkins
Just Another Star
2003
Choral
Karl Jenkins
Jazz, Rock, Classical
Born: 17 February 1944, Gower, Wales
Nationality: Welsh
Jenkins is a composer and multi-instrumentalist. His best-known works include the song “Adiemus.” Educated at Cardiff University and the Royal Academy of Music Jenkins joined the jazz band Soft Machine in 1972. He became the group’s leading songwriter and worked with them until 1984. Jenkins has written music for TV ad campaigns and has won the industry prize twice
First and Last
First and Last
Form: Epistle Sonnet 13
I remember our love every day
Recalling the ways you’d make me feel it
“I love you,” the first and last thing I say
In the moon rise and under the sun’s ray
Through storms until the last drops are falling
From this loving you I can never quit
So many words now seem left unspoken
But I believe this letter you will see
As I go through this world my heart broken
I will not sit here crying and bawling
For in the senses you left awoken
Our love has become my honoured calling
Throughout time my devoted destiny
Always, your love, our love echoes in me
©JezzieG2023
The End (NaPoMo 30)
The End
Form: Epistle Sonnet 30 – aba baedc cdcd ee
Theme: Love Subject: Ice Cream
And you thought I was just losing my grip
My sanity falling over the edge
Surely this challenge was going to trip
Me up and send me reeling off the ledge Almost, some prompts made my mind spin and slip The pen kept finding its creative bend Not this time, Muse I swear I heard it scream Curving its way round all those words absurd
We’re here at the last, and breaking the cord
Pen weary, my mind like melted ice cream
All for the love of the poetic word
A cycle of sonnets no more a dream
Through thirty days the lines and verse commend
NaPoMo begun, here it too will end
©JezzieG2023
Spice (RDP)
Inspired by and written for the Word of the Day Challenge – with thanks to Cyranny
Definition: Spice – n. an aromatic or pungent vegetable substance used to flavour food, e.g. cloves, pepper, or cumin
Form: Cheuh-chu
aromas that tease
on the evening breeze
to welcome me home
as I find my keys
I’m hungry for you
desire to appease
as your kiss whispers
curry? oh yes, please
©JezzieG2023
NaPoMo Classic Poetry Day 30 – The Icing Hand by Tony Harrison
The Icing Hand
That they lasted only till the next high tide
bothered me, not him whose labour was to make
sugar lattices demolished when the bride,
with help from her groom’s hand, first cut the cake.
His icing hand, gritty with sandgrains, guides
my pen when I try shaping memories of him
and his eyes scan with mine those rising tides
neither father nor his son could hope to swim.
His eyes stayed dry while I, the kid, would weep
to watch the castle that had taken us all day
to build and deck decay, one wave-surge sweep
our winkle-stuccoed edifice away.
Remembrance like ice cake crumbs in the throat,
remembrance like windblown Blackpool brine
overfills the poem’s shallow moat
and first, ebbing, salts, then, flowing floods this line.
Sunday Sonnet – Remember Me by Christina Georgina Rossetti
Remember Me
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve;
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad
Fade into Distance
Fade into Distance
Form: Quaintrelle
Alone, embracing darkness I remain,
from lonely seat
the dancing feet
recall the beat
of nights I learned love’s pain.
We danced the tango neath the moonlit night
my love and I
no words to sigh
or even cry
as music took our flight.
We wed in June and love was ours alone,
before war’s call
that very Fall
and I recall
a child I’ve never known.
And from behind the veil I watch her dance
a rhythmic swirl
towards the girl
with bonnie curl
and fade into distance
©JezzieG2010
Mother’s Love
Mother’s Love
Form: Balassi Stanza
For my child I have one
Desire when all is done
To feel love upon his face
To know of that deep joy
Be it from a girl or boy
To know it is divine grace
His happiness means most
To me; I hold that close
In my heart’s innermost space
©JezzieG2023
Jeanne d’Arc Returns by Henry Van Dyke
Jeanne d’Arc Returns
1914-16
What hast thou done, O womanhood of France,
Mother and daughter, sister, sweetheart, wife,
What hast thou done, amid this fateful strife,
To prove the pride of thine inheritance
In this fair land of freedom and romance?
I hear thy voice with tears and courage rife,–
Smiling against the swords that seek thy life,–
Make answer in a noble utterance:
“I give France all I have, and all she asks.
Would it were more! Ah, let her ask and take:
My hands to nurse her wounded, do her tasks,–
My feet to run her errands through the dark,–
My heart to bleed in triumph for her sake,–
And all my soul to follow thee, Jeanne d’Arc!”
Henry Van Dyke
Born: 10 November 1852, Pennsylvania, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 10 April 1933, New Jersey, USA
Van Dyke was an author, educator, diplomat, clergyman, and poet. Various religious themes are often expressed in his poetry, hymns, and essays. Van Dyke composed the lyrics of the hymn ‘Joyful, Joyful! We Adore Thee’
In the Hall of the Mountain King by Edvard Grieg
In the Hall of the Mountain King
1875
Orchestral
Edvard Grieg
Romantic
Born: 15 June 1843, Bergen, Norway
Nationality: Norwegian
Died: 4 September 1907, Bergen, Norway
Grieg was a composer and pianist. He is considered one of the main composers of the Romantic era and his music remains the standard of the global classical repertoire. Grieg made use of Norwegian folk music in his compositions and brought fame to the music of Norway
NaPoMo Classic Poetry Day 29 – The God Abandons Antony by C. P. Cavafy
The God Abandons Antony
At midnight, when suddenly you hear
an invisible procession going by
with exquisite music, voices,
don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now,
work gone wrong, your plans,
all proving deceptive – don’t mourn them uselessly:
As one long prepared, and full of courage,
say goodbye to her, to Alexandria who is leaving.
Above all, don’t fool yourself, don’t say
it was a dream, your eyes deceived you:
don’t degrade yourself with empty hopes like these.
As one long prepared, and full of courage,
as is right for you who were given this kind of city,
go firmly to the window
and listen with deep emotion,
but not with whining, the pleas of a coward;
listen – your final pleasure – to the voices,
to the exquisite music of that strange procession,
and say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing
Love’s Asp (NaPoMo 29)
Love’s Asp
Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 29 – aba cdcd baecd ee
Theme: Love Subject: Ring
In this my own world and my liberty
I’ve learned my lessons living the hard way
But I learned them well and they set me free
To stand in truth may mean I stand alone
But tis better than a narcissist’s grasp
Dragging me down until I am undone
Without even a final breath to gasp
I stood my ground to face another day
Finding myself in all the agony
Through the darkness I let my senses rip
And let my heart turn into coldest stone
When a beautiful ring became love’s asp
I watched our love die drip by lonely drip
And you thought I was just losing my grip
©JezzieG2023
Destiny’s Path (Writephoto)
Inspired by and written for #Writephoto – thank you, KL
Form: Septilla
Walk the untrodden path, he said
Where no one has been, go ahead
Bring courage and show not your fear
For destiny has led to this place
Here where your demons you must face
See their footprints as they draw near
Be brave for soon you may be dead
For now in the darkness seek light
Be a warrior stand and fight
And now’s the time to self be true
Your destiny is all you ask
Have the courage to meet this task
For if you win in arcane blue
Release your light into the night
©JezzieG2023
Clear Out (Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge)
Inspired by and written for Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – thank you GC and Sue
Form: Sephallian Reverse Sonnet
Overloaded shelves filled with books
On the floor stacks and piles of more
It’s time to sort this all out, right?
A box for keeping, and black bags for trash
All the junk food style fiction has got to go
Flicking through pages is making it slow
But this is books one can’t be rash
And Audible sees me through the night
Maybe I can trash another four
To B&Q for wood and hooks
More shelves – I should have thought of that –
More overloaded shelves of my bookish tat
Even the cat is giving me strange looks
©JezzieG2023
Immigrant families wait to be assigned a tent at the transit camp Shaar Alyjah, Israel by Robert Capa
Immigrant families wait to be assigned a tent at the transit camp Shaar Alyjah, Israel
1949-1951
Documentary Photography
Gelatin Silver Print
Collection of International Center of Photography, New York, USA
A black and white photograph depicting a group of men, women, and children with their belongings sheltering themselves from the sun. The group is captured unaware as they wait to speak to an unseen individual at the table on the right. From a man in an overcoat to a woman seated in the foreground Capa alluded to the diversity of people seeking a better life in the newly founded state of Israel
Robert Capa
Photojournalism, Documentary Photography, Modern Photography
Born: 22 October 1913, Budapest, Hungary
Nationality: Hungarian-American
Died: 25 May 1954, Thái Bình, Vietnam
Capa was a war photographer and photojournalist and is among the best combat and adventure photographers in history. He had fled political repression in Hungary as a teenager, moving to Berlin where as a student he witnessed the rise of Hitler and the Nazis. He moved to Paris and finally, to America, Capa, and his professional partner Gerda Taro began to publish their work. Capa covered five wars: the Spanish Civil War, the Second Sino-Japanese War, WW2 across Europe, the Arab-Israeli War of 1948, and the First Indochina War. His images were published in major magazines and newspapers. Capa was killed by a landmine in Vietnam
Kann es Liebe sein by Falco
Kann es Liebe sein
Album: Junge Roemer
Date: 1984
Genre: German Pop
Artist: Falco
Falco (1957-1998) was a singer and musician with several international hits including “Vienna Calling,” “Rock Me Amadeus,” and posthumously “Out of the Dark.” “Rock Me Amadeus” reached No.1 on the Billboard charts in 1986 making Falco the only German language artist to score a number-one hit in the US
Blinded Heart
Blinded Heart
Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 65
Theme: Love
So I knew it would happen from the start
But I ignored my instincts anyway
I deceived my mind with a blinded heart
I should have listened my gut’s always true
You were no different, but just the same
You didn’t care. I meant nothing to you
Yes, you’re just the same by another name
With your dirty mouth I should’ve seen through
And as you cheated you left me with shame
For you getting caught awhile getting laid
Was it because I didn’t fall apart?
I knew it was coming from the first day
But in your cheating, all my love decayed
For ignoring truth that price I have paid
©JezzieG2023
How Great Thou Art by Aled Jones
How Great Thou Art
2018
Classical
Aled Jones
Classical, Film and TV
Born: 29 December 1970, Bangor, Wales
Nationality: Welsh
Jones is a singer and radio and television presenter. He reached widespread fame during the mid-1980s as a teenage chorister
Soap on a Rope (NaPoMo 28)
Soap on a Rope
Ivorian Sonnet 28 – aa bcb dede badec
Theme: Love Subject: Facewash
For wild days easing my soul of life’s load
The time had come to make a change of mode
It struck me while I was taking a pee
Those floral gels and creams – they had to go –
So I could really live my life on T
In the trash they went, a soap on a rope,
Shower gels, and bubbly pearls filled the can
Making room for razors and stuff of hope
For that first day, the first shave of a man
Yes, I know what you all can clearly see
A goatee beard states a different code
But now and then hot wash and shaving soap
Because it’s needed and because I can
In this my own world and my liberty
©JezzieG2023
Sink or Surf (Simply 6 Minutes)
Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine
Form: Envelope Sonnet
A day at the beach, that’s what we had planned
On the long winter nights before lockdown
And life stopped in every city and town
But we kept dreaming of sun, sea, and sand
By then this Covid will have gone away
And once again we’d all be running free
Did you see the crowds on last night’s TV?
There is a spike coming or so they say
Social distancing we don’t stand a chance
Other precautions will have to be made
And then Steve said he had an awesome plan
So here we all are prepared in advance
Covid won’t stop us we won’t be outplayed
And we’ll surf some waves however we can
Time: 10 minutes
Word count: 116
©JezzieG2023
NaPoMo Classic Poetry Day 28 – Felix Randal by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Felix Randal
Felix Randal the farrier, O is he dead then? my duty all ended,
Who have watched his mould of man, big-boned and hardy-handsome
Pining, pining, till time when reason rambled in it, and some
Fatal four disorders, fleshed there, all contended?
Sickness broke him. Impatient, he cursed at first, but mended
Being anointed and all; though a heavenlier heart began some
Months earlier, since I had our sweet reprieve and ransom
Tendered to him. Ah well, God rest him all road ever he offended!
This seeing the sick endears them to us, us too it endears,
My tongue had taught thee comfort, touch had quenched thy tears,
Thy tears that touched my heart, child, Felix, poor Felix Randal;
How far from then forethought of, all thy more boisterous years,
When thou at the random grim forge, powerful amidst peers,
Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright and battering sandal!
Cocoon (RDP)
Inspired by and written for Ragtag Daily Prompt – with thanks to CuriousCat
Definition: Cocoon – v. envelop in a protective or comforting way
Form: Cinquain
embraced
within her love
senses safe and secure
no words can speak of love this way
sweet bliss
©JezzieG2023
Once Too Often
Once Too Often
Form: Ballad
He saw it, as he said a name
A familiar look of hate
Yet her lips spoke declaring love
And his senses dared to tempt fate
He saw the green in her brown eyes
When old memories crossed his mind
And in that gaze, he felt the cold
But still his heart chose to be blind
He took rages from her acid tongue
Forgiving the pain once too much
Saying sorry for love long past
Each time met an abusive touch
Her jealousy marking his skin
His heart shattered, she took his will
Demanding he forget his soul
And so it went on to until
That last day and he saw the end
He felt her hate and heard her shout
In her cold words that said goodbye
His death, now the only way out
©JezzieG2023
Jealous Guy by John Lennon
Jealous Guy
Album: Imagine
Date: 1971
Genre: Soft Rock
Artist: John Lennon
John Lennon was a singer, songwriter, musician, and peace activist best known as a founder, co-songwriter, co-lead vocalist, and rhythm guitarist of the Beatles. His rebellious nature and acerbic wit have been characterized in his music, writing, and drawings, on film, and in interviews. John Lennon and Paul McCartney remains the most successful songwriting partnership in history
Crystals – Kyanite
An aluminosilicate mineral, Kyanite is often found in quartz and is part of the triclinic crystal system. With a translucent appearance, it most often comes in shades of blue but can also be green, black, and orange. The watery-hued stone has been found across the world including Switzerland, Kenya, India, Russia, and the USA.
Kyanite is not just a pretty stone and vibrates with energies of logical thinking and healing. In essence, it is a must-have for those who work with crystals. It is connected to the heart and third eye chakra. With vibrations that are a natural pain relief, it can aid the body in lowering blood pressure alleviating inflammation as well as protecting the body from infection.
Kyanite also assists in recovery from either physical or emotional trauma bringing the body into harmony and balance. It encourages quality sleep and making healthy eating choices assisting the development of a healthy eating pattern.
Kyanite is an excellent crystal for enabling dream recollection, enabling us to pick up the meanings to decipher what our intuition and the universe is trying to say. It is a crystal that asks you to look within, deep within the self, enabling us to take back control of our lives and aiding in the prevention of victim mentality.
Affirmation: I view each of my circumstances with empathy and compassion
In love and light
Raven )O(
Looking For It
Looking For It
Form: Imayo
Seeking true happiness – where do we find the keys
Not in the chaotic – first seek mental stillness
Rejoice in the moonlight – the splendour of darkness
Embrace colours of life – discover nature’s bliss
©JezzieG2023
Hobbit Hole Witterings – Fortune Cookie
I know I am always saying it, I feel Gabbie with me. Well, last week that got a little bit heavy. We had a Chinese meal and as usual, we received a Fortune cookie instead of an after-dinner mint. All very normal right? I don’t eat the actual cookie thing, too much sugar for me but I cracked it open and this was my message – Sitting in silence with you.
Well, there’s nothing like being told what you already know is there! I could almost hear that teasy voice saying “Gotcha, made ya gobsmacked!” Honestly, if it is possible to laugh and cry at the same time – I did both. I have always been quick to find a snappy retort so to Gabbie catching me out and leaving me gobsmacked was her idea of fun. It is in these moments that I miss her too much yet feel her most.
That sounds a bit crazy, but I know what I mean.
Oh, hello dear gentle folk, I didn’t see thee there, good morrow to thee.
This week my meager offering is Sonnet 3 – that roguish half-faced clack-dish that calls himself a writer says I must stay in order. Poor boy, we cannot confound his little brain, I suppose. Sonnet 3, accompanied by Sir Patrick, it is then
Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest,
Now is the time that face should form another,
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live rememb’red not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.
Thank you for reading
Across the Skies
Across the Skies
Form: Rhupunt
the lady flies across the skies don’t be unwise she is no bird
mythical beast soars west to east to find her feast yet seldom heard
she seeks the shun for warmth and fun yet many shun her breath
and others still for trophy thrill go for the kill wanting her death
yet they all fail and her wings sail o’er hill and vale ever higher
on winter’s night when on her flight she sets alight the Celtic fire
at firedrake’s call only the fool sets not his stool beside her pyre
©JezzieG2023
Heavenly (WOTDC)
Inspired by and written for the Word of the Day Challenge – with thanks to Cyranny
Definition: Heavenly – adj. of heaven; divine; of the heavens or sky
Form: The Fib
stars
moon
night sky
divine light
revealing the soul
within nature’s holy desire
©JezzieG2023
Bucket List (RDP)
Inspired by and written for Ragtag Daily Prompt – with thanks to Perpetua
Definition: Bucket List – n. a number of experiences or achievements that a person hopes to have or accomplish during their lifetime
Form: Gogyohka
to see the wonders of the world
from modern art to ancient pyramids
memories formed like postcards sent home
but first things first
I need to get a bucket
©JezzieG2023
NaPoMo Classic Poetry Day 27 – In Glasgow by Edwin Morgan
In Glasgow
In my smoochy corner
take me on a cloud
I’ll wrap you round
and lay you down
in smoky tinfoil
rings and records
sheets of whisky
and the moon alright
old pal all right
the moon all right
Mercy for the rainy
tyres and the violet
thunder that bring you
shambling and shy
from chains of Easterhouse
plains of lights
make your delight
in my nest my spell
my arms and my shell
my barn my bell
I’ve combed your hair
and washed your feet
and made you turn
like a dark eel
in my white bed
till morning lights
a silent cigarette
throw on your shirt
I lie staring yet
forget forget
For Suzi (NaPoMo 27)
For Suzi
Epistle Sonnet 27 – aba badce cdcd ee
Theme: Love Subject: Helmet
For, in reality, on her I depend
My ride from here to there, from A to B
The 1000cc engine my friend
Or the open road into destiny
Wherever it goes, whatever the wend
A backpack and skid lid, it’s time to go
To a deep forest or sandy beach shore
A decision made once we’re on the road
There’s so many places left to explore
On a day we’re just going with the flow
It’s Suzi and me there’s no want for more
She takes me her way in the sunset’s glow
To her two wheels so much is duly owed
For wild days easing my soul of life’s load
©JezzieG2023
Spotlight Art – Sunny December Day – Painting of the Day by Panna Zsamba
Stunning piece
A New Way to Speak
Xu Bing
Installation Art, Conceptual Art, Printmaking
Born: 1955, Chongqing, China
Nationality: Chinese
Xu Bing is an artist and served as vice president of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Best known for his talented printmaking and installation art, he is also known for his creative artistic use of language both in words and text, and how they affect our understanding of the world around us.
Xu believes there is no boundary between language and art, between written words and drawn images, nor between past and present that should not be explored. Unusual as it sounds, the relationship between calligraphy and ink drawing and painting goes back over a thousand years in Chinese traditions.
It is not only an investigation of the calligraphic that intrigues Xu Bing but how the tradition provides a means of communicating ideas and knowledge. In his 1988 exhibition, Book from the Sky, viewers were in awe of his dedication to carving 4000 seemingly traditional characters of text on scrolls and in books but also that the characters were completely fictional. Xu Bing has continued to exploit the viewers’ expectations by merging Roman Letters and Chinese Script as a means to create a landscape and trace the evolution from the pictographic origins of the Chinese written language to its breaking point. In doing so he is forcing the viewer to confront how meaning is generated and absorbed through language and to consider both the message and the vehicle through which it is spoken.
Along with Ai Weiwei and Gu Wenda, Xu Bing is among a generation of artists who experienced the Cultural Revolution during their youth and communicated that experience through their art. Collectively, each artist exemplifies the impact of the socio-political upheaval that transformed most aspects of Chinese culture and the widespread diaspora of artists from China in the late-20th century who sought artistic freedom during a period of censure in their homeland.
Xu is widely recognised for his manipulation of the written word, and his oeuvre exemplifies the artist’s constant exploration of socio-political concerns within his art. In his early work, Xu explored the transmission of knowledge through language, calligraphy, and traditional Chinese aesthetics that evolved into a global critique of the cross-cultural communication of the 1990s. leading Xu to explore the impact of modern technology on both the environment and the human psyche.
Xu has been affiliated with academics and avant-garde throughout his life. At the end of the Cultural Revolution, he enrolled in the Central Academy of Fine Arts where he served as a professor while being actively involved with experimental artists of the 85 New Wave. He rose to fame as a prominent participant in the China/Avant-Garde exhibition in 1989, organized to introduce contemporary aesthetics to a wider audience. It was shut down by the government within a few days
Born in Changqing in the new Communist People’s Republic of China in 1955 Xu was the third of five children. He spent his childhood in Beijing, and his parents worked at Peking University. His upbringing was in a highly intellectual environment, with his father the head of the University’s history department and his mother a Department of Library Science researcher. It was sitting in the library reading room that Xu’s love of books grew.
Xu’s father taught him traditional calligraphy in early childhood and the canon of China’s log history. Xu began painting at an early age and his early experiences were the foundation of his fascination with the written word and the physical aesthetics of paper and books
Xu’s family was caught in the turmoil of social change during the Cultural Revolution. During this time-imposed changes affected all aspects of Chinese society, especially the language. Under Chairman Mao the Chinese language and the Chinese characters were modified, simplified, and re-tooled for propaganda, including large-scale banners with utilitarian messages endorsed by the Maoist regime.
Chairman Mao began his re-education program in 1968 to bring about the mobilization of people. Xu was sent to the countryside from the city in 1974, a year after his graduation. Despite the harsh contrast to his urban upbringing Xu learned humility in hard manual labour on farms and a deep presiding sense of peace. During this time Xu continued to hone his artistic skill and was recommended for the May seventh College of Arts in Beijing.
In 1976, a year after the Cultural Revolution collapsed following the death of Chairman Mao, Xu returned to Beijing as a student in the re-instated Central Academy of Fine Arts (CAFA). Initially intent on gaining training in the Western tradition of oil painting, Xu’s reputation steered his academic path towards the more egalitarian art of printmaking. After graduating in 1981 Xu earned his MFA in printmaking in 1987 and returned to teach at CAFA in 1989.
The 1980s were a complex and divided era in Post Mao China, Unprecedented explorations of non-traditional art forms and ideas emerged on the contemporary art scene influenced by Western cultures. In 1979 the “Third Stars Art Exhibition” was the first avant-garde art to be shown in an official space held on an upper floor of the National Art Gallery. The gallery went on to exhibit leading provocateurs from the West such as Andy Warhol and Robert Rauschenberg, ho9wever it was a decade later before another exhibition of experimental Chinese art would be held. In 1989 the China/Avant-Garde exhibition brought non-traditional art to the state-sanctioned gallery on a grand scale, taking over the entire museum with performance and installation art given priority on the lower levels of the museum. A prominent feature of this exhibition was the ’85 New Wave movement, including Xu.
Xu exhibited his iconic installation, “Tianshu,” at the 1989 exhibition. There was some perplexity at whether to read the work as a critique or an instantiation of Chinese culture, or both, reflecting the deep differences over the future of Chinese art. The exhibition opened on the eve of the Chinese New Year and was temporarily shut down for its provocative content after three hours, reopening the next day only to be permanently closed three days later for its “bourgeois liberalism.”
Change seemed to be on the horizon as the artists prepared for this exhibition, however, it was not in the direction that many had anticipated. Within months of the exhibition, protestors for democracy gathered m Tiananmen Square, with a million people taking up residence in the square. The situation reached a breaking point between military forces and protestors leading to violent confrontations as troops fired upon and killed hundreds if not thousands of protestors. After the June Fourth Incident, as it is known in China, many Chinese artists, including Xu, became the subject of increased scrutiny by the government. In 1990, Xu joined the diaspora of artists leaving China and moved to the USA after receiving an invitation from the University of Wisconsin.
Xu settled in New York in 1992 where he shared a basement flat in the East Village with artist Ai Weiwei. The two artists became friends, creating the mixed media piece “Wu Street” (1993) exhibited at the Art Institute of Chicago. Xu attracted controversy in 1994 with his work “A Case Study of Transference”, exhibited in the Guggenheim Museum’s “Art in China after 1989: Theater of the World.” The piece, a film documentary, portrayed spectators observing a boar mating a sow, both stamped with nonsensical writing as if branded. Intended as a satirical take on Chinese artists’ obsession with Western culture during the late 1980s and early 1990s the actions of the animals overpowered the message. Described as disturbing PETA activists condemned the use of animals and called for its removal. Despite assurances the animals had been well treated Xu’s work was taken down.
Xu continued creating work exploring such themes as history, aesthetics, and linguistic constructs from the written words for the next two decades – a concept central to his personal experiences of the Cultural Revolution. In 1994 Xu began exploring fluidity within writing systems through the recreation of English words in the Chinese character style, a project entitled Square Word Calligraphy. In 1999 Xu was awarded a MacArthur Fellowship for his contribution to printmaking and calligraphy. This was followed by many international awards, artist residencies, and site-specific installations. International exposure, and his desire to transcend cultural and temporal distinctions, put Xu firmly on the world art stage.
In 2008 Xu returned to China to serve as Vice President at his alma mater CAFA. He had consolidated many of the cultural problems that had been close to him when leaving China in 1990. Living and working in the USA and other countries enabled him to address in full the questions of language from his youth.
Harmonization with Chinese culture has allowed Xu to react to current concerns, and to explore creativity through a wide range of materials beyond calligraphy and language. These reactions to society within China and internationally have taken the foreground in a number of his latest works. The monumental “Phoenix Project” (2010) comprised of recycled construction materials depicted his critique of labour conditions at the site of the World Financial Centre in Beijing. In the last decade, Xu has created pieces in metal, printed ‘emoticons,’ cigarette butts, and surveillance footage.
Xu’s delicate critique puts him in contrast to fellow artist and former colleague Ai Weiwei, who has a reputation as a harsh critic of the Chinese government. Ai provoked an international uproar upon being put under house arrest in 2010 for disapproval of low-standard construction materials at government-built schools, resulting in the deaths of thousands of children during the Sichuan province earthquake in 2008. Xu distanced himself when asked for his opinions on China’s actions towards Ai.
Xu’s international presence combined with his artistic commentary on social, cultural, and political issues has made him one of China’s best-known artists today. His work with the written word has been particularly significant for Contemporary Chinese Art for it has challenged the fundamentals of how language is conceptualized. Since 1994 with his “Square Word Calligraphy” Xu has transcended the gap between English-speaking and Chinese-speaking people, breaking down the barriers of language. Xu’s “Book from the Ground” (2012) utilized a symbolic language allowing for direct interaction across linguistic barriers.
As an artist, Xu’s significance lies not only in his harmonization of opposites but in his active efforts to promote collective learning and intercultural understanding. The integration of his philosophies – harmony, balance, and respect – into the formation of his art real Xu to be a true advocate of progression.
Resources
Reinventing Tradition in a New World: The Arts of Gu Wenda, Wang Mansheng, Xu Bing, and Zhang Hongtu by Wang Ying and Yan Sun
Xu Bing and Contemporary Chinese Art: Cultural and Philosophical Reflections (SUNY series in Chinese Philosophy and Culture) by Hsingyuan Tsao and Roger T Ames
For Winnie
For Winnie
Form: Ivorian Sonnet 92
As the night fades out into morning light
I feel your stare hold me blankly in sight
The numbness of grief is now my embrace
As I know you cannot truly love me
But I am not bereft, just out of place
For the crumbs of comfort, though stale of taste
I know there can never be nothing more
And such a love would simply be a waste
And worse than empty passion of before
Perhaps, I’ll return with my senses chaste
To share the joys and sorrows from my core
I know you will always be here each night
Silent friend ignores all yet sets it free
A divine thing is a teddy bear’s grace
©JezzieG2023
I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith
I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing
Album: I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing
Date: 1998
Genre: Film and TV
Artist: Aerosmith
Aerosmith is a rock band formed in Boston, Massachusetts in 1970, The band consists of Steve Tyler (lead vocals), Joe Perry (guitar), Tom Hamilton (bass), Joey Kramer (drums), and Brad Whitford (guitar). Rooted in blues-based hard rock, Aerosmith’s style also incorporates elements of pop rock, metal, glam, and R&B. The songwriting team of Tyler and Perry is often referred to as the Toxic Twins
NaPoMo Classic Poetry Day 26 – I rose – because He sank by Emily Dickinson
I rose – because He sank
I rose – because he sank
I thought it would be opposite –
But when his power dropped –
My Soul grew straight.
I cheered my fainting Prince –
I sang firm – even – chants –
I helped his Film – with Hymn –
And when the Dews drew off
That held his Forehead stiff –
I met him –
Balm to Balm –
I told him Best – must pass –
Through this low Arch of Flesh –
No Casque so brave
It spurn the Grace –
I told him Worlds I knew
Where Emperors grew –
Who recollected us
If we were true –
And so with Thews of Hymn –
And Sinew from within –
And ways I knew not that I knew – till then –
I lifted Him –
Sabbatical (RDP)
Inspired by and written for the Word of the Day Challenge – with thanks to Cyranny
Definition: Sabbatical – n. a period of paid leave granted to a university teacher or other worker for study or travel, traditionally one year for every seven years worked
Form: Bina
A time to change and break the routine
To travel and learn see things from a different view
The sun shining through clouds clears the view
And the heart lifts from the dull routine
Keeping in sync with the routine with a different point of view
©JezzieG2023
Fight Back (NaPoMo 26)
Fight Back
Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 26 – aba cdcd baced ee
Theme: Love Subject: Battle
In such darkness where her love means nothing
I am alone and must face my own hell
For in this place, I can’t give anything
And I dare not take her sweet love with me
In case it’s the time I admit defeat
And that’s something I can’t bare her to see
But for her love these demons I must meet
Because for her love I need to be well
I must be strong enough to do this thing
To stand my ground and set my spirit free
I say love means nothing, but in the end
I must take this task and I’ll not be beat
From the depths of hell for her I’ll ascend
For, in reality, on her I depend
©JezzieG2023
Succession (RDP)
Inspired by and written for Ragtag Daily Prompt – with thanks to Drkottaway
Given upcoming events here in the UK, I am going with this definition
Definition: Succession – n. the action or process of inheriting a title, office, property, etc
Form: Haiku
destiny
future decided
before birth
with no choice
doing the right thing
duty first
born a prince
never a free man
not like me
fate decreed
on how life would be
crowned a king
by his side
his consort and queen
a gift of love
Long Live the King and his Queen
©JezzieG2023
Jezzical of the Day
Day 4 of this
Officially I am tired…
… unofficially I am fucking knackered!!!!
End Of The World — Edge of Humanity Magazine
Written by Phillip Woodruff end of the world (as seen by a stray dog who doesn’t it’s the end of the world) (this poem is dedicated to wayne gilbert, my friend and teacher, who taught me the joy of reading, writing and speaking poetry) perhaps this is a poem or ancient prophecy echoing…
End Of The World — Edge of Humanity Magazine
September Sound (Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge)
Inspired by and written for Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – thank you, Sue and GC
Form: Schupan’s Sonnet abccba deffed gg
The leaves are dancing in the autumn air
Flittering in the wind, some red, some gold
Some laying restless waiting to be found
To whirl again to the September sound
As the new season begin to unfold
I see autumn reflections in your hair
Just before the wild wind captures a strand
But you don’t care while kicking through the leaves
At your feet; and laughter within your eyes
For our love of autumn we can’t disguise
Our windswept hearts right are there on our sleeves
And I kiss you in the swirls where we stand
Time for home, for chocolate in a mug
And very best of all, a fireside hug
©JezzieG2023
Kanave Kanave by Anirudh Ravichander
Kanave Kanave
2013
Film and TV
Anirudh Ravichander
Film and TV
Born: 16 October 1990, Chennai, India
Nationality: Indian
Ravichander is a music composer, music producer, singer in the Indian film industry. He has won numerous awards including three Filmfare Awards and nine SIIMA Awards.
When Living Sings
When Living Sings
Form: Rime Royal
The time has come, and today is the day
To let go of all the pains of the past
And start again living another way
For love and pain as one can never last
And drags the spirit downward far too fast
The heart should rejoice when the living sings
So forfeit this love for the better things
©JezzieG2023
Confession (Weekend Writing Prompt)
Inspired by and written for Weekend Writing Prompt – Thank you, Sammi
Form: Free Verse
you want my confession
served on a platter
admitting I am alone
in the wrong
what does it matter
you justify
the punches and kicks
but darling
I’m only guilty
of allowing it
Word Count: 33
©JezzieG2023
NaPoMo Classic Poetry Day 25 – The Ideal by James Fenton
The Ideal
This is where I came from.
I passed this way.
This should not be shameful
Or hard to say.
A self is a self.
It is not a screen.
A person should respect
What he has been.
This is my past
Which I shall not discard.
This is the ideal.
This is hard.
Flippant (RDP)
Inspired by and written for Ragtag Daily Prompt – with thanks to Sgeoil
Definition: Flippant – adj. not showing a serious or respectful attitude
Form: Interlocking Pathya Vat
shallow kisses
a masked disguise
glib and unwise
as lust sets in
thoughtless moments
my own chagrin
no way to win
wrong game wrong place
frivolous want
I looked for grace
in the wrong face
my heart it hurts
no sweetness in
the just desserts
frustrated hurts
of lover’s lies
©JezzieG2023
Cosmic (WOTDC)
Inspired by and written for the Word of the Day Challenge – with thanks to Cyranny
Definition: Cosmic – adj. relating to the universe or cosmos, especially as distinct from the earth
Form: Pathya Vat
in this silence
I hear echoes
as life flows
all around me
and starlight songs
from far away
that simply say
remember me
my heartbeat too
a rhythmic beat
from head to feet
I feel the dance
those galaxies
in specks of light
on a dark night
are watching me
I hear Gaia
calling my name
her cosmic flame
thus burns within
Sacred Mother
pray sit with me
and let me see
your everything
in swirling stars
and moonlight beam
reveal the dream
by the fire’s light
©JezzieG2023