Example of Lucretian Influence

 If ever you needed proof of Stevens being a Lucrecian poet, here is your evidence.


Flyer's Fall

This man escaped the dirty fates,
Knowing that he did nobly, as he died

Darkness, nothingness, of the human after-death,
Receive and keep him in the deepnesses of space_

Profundum, physical thunder, dimension in which
We believe without belies, beyond belief.


I have stepped up to the ledge, peeked over the cliff of oblivion. It calls to me not to be scared. Leap! Grab sky with arms wide, hug clouds while transcending into an abyssal brain. Deliberately living life, loping lullabies through lovely lobes, I hear colors frequency. The fall cleans rubble from my Shattered Existence. Dancing around frames of flesh, wind whipping within twilight lit cotton. I knew to take the plunge. When landing My faith has granted me a world without fearing the six foot decent. I will be but dust after all, so i go forth with golden rays in the breast.

Seeing that this man broke the shackles of earthly fear. He did so with his head held high.
An infinite shadow of galaxies call to keep him.
Within our skin we plea to unknowing knowables, beyond  knowing "the nothing that is"

 
This is a sculpture named "The Nothing that Is."

I saw this and couldn't help but share it. This sculpture, just like the "Flyers Fall," are the essence of the Lucretian ideal. We are nothing, what comes before and after us does not care if we think of them. We are all just shapes that fill a space as we venture into the void of sublime conciousness. When we cast aside our fear of death, only then can we be free to live as we were meant to. Never worry about previous eves absent of our presence. Nor shall we think of the evolution chasing after dusty bones. You can escape your dirty fate, by hurdling into the now. 

Paint by Numbers

"To paint well is simply this: to put color in the right place." Paul Klee

















       The imagination has no limits. It is our window into our subconscious in which worlds are built. The basis of our dreams and fears. It is the Alpha and Omega. It is the color of sound, the smell of opportunity, the gate to the sublime. When the mind is infected with imagination we can soar through skies. Wade through they abyssal waters of our hemispheres. Winding, twisting, rocketing into a wall of reality, bound by no laws, or regulations. Simply free. When the mind begins to select its voyage, it holds you hostage. That is what has happened to me in this class. I have become obsessed with the imagery and sounds of Stevenian word. We talked in class about the visual influences that inspired WS. What is it that your skin feel when you read the lines? Do you hear a voice describing Hues and shades? Klee said it best, Put the color in the right place. Only you can control that world within by giving it structure, giving it breath, giving it spirit. You are the enlightenment. all you have to do is let go of what becomes before and after.

Life Aping Imagination

     Many of you Know that I work in A bar, witch doesn't leave for a great studying situation. Although it is a difficulty, you will often see me between two walls supporting both with the magnitude and full strength of my will. Occasionally peeking over my bibles tattooed arbor, scanning what is only a three stride hall to carcinogenic stairway entry/escape.  

     Three giggling song birds Landed in limbo, all an amazement of mystery, framed by a  doors borders. unable to form cohesive language I began rambling to see their proof of existence for possible admittance. Each spying my wonderment and distraction to the cutting/grinding stone in which minds become sharpened.
    
      The first came running before me, bringing the essence of Geraniums and flowers that to my nose had gone unsmelled before, touching surroundings. It stood me up, checking me as I checked the verification of her rings.
     
      The second came running just as spritely as the first. Her magnificant plumage, swimming on her as though she was cut out of a sun lit sky. An array of hues Abashing me with sprinkled glitterings. 

     The last Smiled with a puckish smirk, wich turned into an impish grin. She bounded towards, swerving as if to consume me. I raised card twice, stunned by the evidence. she took a deep breath, a smile slid across her teeth. She whispered sweetly desired sublime. Undoing my being.
 

Staring into the Void

Who is this child to oppose? Looking at me so. Those Eyes,
are dangerous, deceptive. Those Eyes... They have no fear in them,
Blinding as Apollo standing in the golden sun.
An unknown unity, clouds blending skies brilliantly
with only winds subtle tumble promising movement.
Mesmerizing  me! Their glossy moistness never blinks,
Never falters. Constantly overwhelming, pulling, tugging.
Almost encompassing my spirit. Clouds trotting, extending
to a gallop. Hooves crashing splashing the earth as though Zeus
FLASH! was hurling upon each step. Thunder rumbling my bones.
I am shaken. The warmth has disappeared. Stars invade.
I no longer feel the freedom of the world. I am taken,
bound, this must be the beginning. Those eyes... Rapture.
self is hidden by shadow, an emptiness. What eyes are these?
Distraught with destruction. Those Eyes...
They are Chaos.



This is an excerpt from a children's book i am writing.
In actuality the description is about the power of The god Lavonicus, and his power the Gaze!
And for all who have study mythology the reference to chaos should point out the obvious connection to or class and its subject matter. Happy hunting to those that do not understand.