Ghosts Of Artists © Surazeus 2024 11 14 Ghosts of artists, forgotten and ignored, linger in drizzle of cold autumn rain till David plucks the Halleluyah chord and wakes them singing with exquisite pain about strange beauty of the universe concealed in psychic code of the book curse. The poet plucking lyre beside castle hearth for king and warriors in the feasting hall, relates deeds of his father, god on Earth, while they lift cups to trophies on the wall, then wanders outside on the garden path, relieved to escape tyrannical wrath. The painter brushing color on church wall for pope and priests in the council room, depicts life of the shepherd, god of all, who they believe will save all men from doom, then gallops horse by the river in mist to meet wife of the king in secret tryst. The dancer leaping twirls on drama stage for banker and clerks in grand theater, spreads invisible wings to escape cage of heavy flesh as Star Idolater, then falls from Heaven back into her head, flushed with ecstasy she is not yet dead. The poet scribbling verse in bookstore cafe for teacher and colleagues in the workshop, smokes dream flower while writing how his eye perceives the universe in one teardrop that splashes in soil by the cabin door to wake his soul with truth of petrichor. The painter smearing goop on studio floor for gallerist and buyers in garage, drinks wine red as blood on the moonlit moor congealed as woman through spirit mirage whose twisted face reimagines the soul humanity sells for wealth as their goal. The dancer writhing wild in playhouse space for journalist and readers in the mall, expresses anguish hidden by glass face when she imitates sad Icarian fall as wingless angel, symbol of mankind trapped in this body blind fate has designed. Ghosts of Artists, unpaid and mad for fame, swirl in divine force of the hurricane as they compete to play the prophet game for who can better symbolize the bane of hope that drives mankind to rule the world with fantasy dreamed by the cosmic herald.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus speaks to poets, painters, and dancers at the International Conference of Ignored and Unpaid Artists about the importance of focusing on the truth of art over gaining wealth and fame.
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