Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

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Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

Postby mirjana » Tue Apr 27, 2010 5:18 pm

Soul Mate
By Mirjana

If you weren’t with me
I should invent you, my Love
In order to comprehend
The meaning of the whole being.

If it weren’t your smile
It should be invented
So the splendor of its shining
Can illuminate my soul.

If there weren’t your hands
They should be invented
Revealing with their touch
Messages of tenderness.

If there weren’t your eyes
They should be invented
Offering in their depth
The secrets of Universe.

If there weren’t you my Love
You should be invented
As only with you I could feel
This mystic union of souls.

Poem from Mirjana's Poetry Collection "TLD -Three Little Dragons" © 2004
The Golden Egg, by Sabina Nore
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Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

Postby Sabina » Mon Jul 05, 2010 3:31 pm

"The kiss", by Gustav Klimt
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      I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
      Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
      Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
      I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

      I hunger for your sleek laugh,
      your hands the color of a savage harvest,
      hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
      I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

      I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
      the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
      I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

      and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
      hunting for you, for your hot heart,
      like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

      Pablo Neruda
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Re: Enhanced Beauty - The Challenge

Postby Alexander » Tue Sep 14, 2010 12:04 am

Gotthard Graubner - "Farbraumkörper" (1989)


I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went -and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light;
And they did live by watchfires -and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings -the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those which dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanoes, and their mountain-torch;
A fearful hope was all the world contained;
Forests were set on fire -but hour by hour
They fell and faded -and the crackling trunks
Extinguished with a crash -and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them: some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnashed their teeth and howled; the wild birds shrieked,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless -they were slain for food;
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again; -a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought -and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails -men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assailed their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famished men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the drooping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress -he died.
The crowd was famished by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heaped a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage: they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects -saw, and shrieked, and died -
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless -
A lump of death -a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they dropped
They slept on the abyss without a surge -
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The Moon, their mistress, had expired before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perished! Darkness had no need
Of aid from them -She was the Universe!

Lord Byron

Scelsi - Konx Om Pax

P.S. Sorry for the unattractive youtube hotlinks, but I can't seem to be able to post the videos directly...

Edit: With the help of Sabina, I managed to embed the videos. Thank you, Sabina! =0)
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