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I Do
The Coffee Table Edition
Siddartha Beth Pierce
inner child press, ltd.
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General Information
I Do The Coffee Table Edition
Siddartha Beth Pierce
1st Edition : 2013
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be addressed to Publisher of Record.
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Copyright © 2013 : Siddartha Beth Pierce
LOC : 1-1017625451
ISBN-13 : 978-0615918488
ISBN-10 : 0615918484
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A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.
Robert Frost
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Dedication It is with sincerest Love I dedicate this book to my family. Without whose
support I may have not been able to pen these words nor make these works
of artistic expression. A special thank you to Joanna Lee, Boris Glikman,,
Eva Poetex and Charles Clifford Brooks III for taking the time to read and
discuss this book. I am, also, exceptionally grateful to inner child press for
this opportunity and Mr. William S. Peters, Sr. for all of his assistance
during the making of this book. With the highest regard, I also dedicate this
book to all the readers of poetry and patrons of the arts.
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Preface ‘I Do’ is a compilation of poems and artworks created over the last ten
years. It is a compilation of works that explore humanity, writing, science
and what it means to ‘do’. It is my hope, as author and artist, that anyone
who reads this book may find something of themselves and/or something to
relate to whether visually or in print that is satisfying and fulfilling.
There is an exploration within this text of relationships, how we should treat
one another kindly always, sharing and caring. The sensual undertakings we
experience are also revered within these paintings, drawings and poems. My
artistic endeavors both visually and literary are shared here and it is my hope
that you may find something worthwhile in these explorations to warm your
heart, soul and mind.
‘Philosophy begins in wonder and wonder is the duty of the Philosopher.’
~ Aristotle
Blessings and creative perusing to all that take the time to discover some of
themselves within this work of poetry and visual arts.
~ Siddartha Beth Pierce
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Foreword
Siddartha Beth Pierce opens all your poetic senses in her book, I Do. Her
imagery is so sharp it could cut through stone. Not only does her poetry
strike all the heart’s strings, she also includes original art that’s equally as
breathtaking. The poetry and visual art marries in this comfortable middle
space where the common place and extraordinary meet to dance and
compare notes. You will feel like you’re being walked into a labyrinth of
secrets you didn’t know had answers. Yet, Pierce doesn’t give up the ghost
easily. Even though her themes are accessible by the casual reader, to those
who like to dig a little (or a great deal) deeper will find jewels of whimsy
and wisdom worth the second, third, or fourth readings. I Do is a volume
you don’t pick up and read from cover-to-cover like some pulp fiction. You
digest it slowly and let the colors, smells, sounds, and divine spark flow
from the pages then sink firmly into your consciousness.
Pierce speaks to you in a comforting, familiar tone as if you’ve been her
friend for years. She’s never garish or thumbing anyone in the eye to prove
a point. This is a poet who introduces you to the most private parts of
herself, reminds you why you adore Mozart, and how spiritual the mundane
can be when placed under the right light. These poems illuminate an
ethereal part of human nature that always wants to love better, know more,
and care with greater intensity about how words are used. Pierce’s
deliberate use of language appears effortless, but the design is far from it. I
Do is a book of poetry that deserves a place on the bookshelf, but more
importantly, it’s better on the nightstand when a bit of beauty and grace are
needed to brush off a bad day.
Clifford Brooks
author of The Draw of Broken Eyes & Whirling Metaphysics
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Clifford Brooks is a poet, freelance writer, and teacher living in
Georgia. His first book of poetry, The Draw of Broken Eyes &
Whirling Metaphysics, was released in August 2012 by John
Gosslee Press. Since then, the book has been nominated for the
Pulitzer, Georgia Author of the Year, and three Pushcart awards.
Currently, Clifford is haunting every corner of the American
South to bring his next book of verse, Athena Departs, into full
bloom.
http://www.cliffbrooks.com/
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13580225-the-draw-of-broken-eyes-
and-whirling-metaphysics
http://www.amazon.com/Draw-Broken-Eyes-Whirling-
Metaphysics/dp/0983365539
http://fjordsreview.com/featured/clifford_brooks.html
https://www.facebook.com/charles.c.brooks.777
Photographer Credit : Aisha Cleapor
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Table of Contents
Dedication v
Preface vii
Foreword viii
Poetry
The Healing 1
Evening Baptism 2
Broken Vessels 5
My Hands 7
Hands 8
The Art of Creating Art 11
Believe 12
Deja-Vu 14
Boudoir on Display 17
Surgery 21
Claims My Breath 25
If All Were to Write for a Day 27
Insignificance 28
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Table of Contents . . . continued
Ennui 29
For Mozart 31
Set Aflame 32
A Cry for Purity 33
Maintaining Balance 35
The Meaning 37
Throughout Time 38
Consumed 41
Mirrored Glass 42
Diamonds 43
The Test of Time 44
Sculpted 47
Free Love Epitaph 48
Write This Down, My Dear 49
Great Men and Their Words 51
Take Heed from Fountain Pen 53
Vincent and Theo 55
To Be or Not to Be 59
The Kindness Collection 62
An Archaic Smell 63
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Table of Contents . . . continued
Demain 65
Undecided 66
The Fireplace Tune 60
Afloat 71
Yesterday’s Tomorrow 73
Music of the Spheres 77
I Do 79
Epilogue 87
about the Author 89
Siddartha’s Art 91
a few words from Siddartha 93
The Art 94 - 113
what People are Saying 114
other Notes of Interest 116
Siddartha’s Links 117
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The future belongs to those who believe
in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt
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Self Portrait Etching
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The Healing
Her body shook
with the vigor
of a tree
caught in a storm's gaze.
Their EYES met
once again
a CHARMING.
The ECSTASY
was to never be denied.
It was an Inferno
As Dante had predicted
Many years
before-
they were conceived.
A blue moon-
Love affair
Wherein lies the tattle-the TALE-
the rattlesnake
bite-
Their desire.
He possessed her now-
the antidote
was simple
a few words
BOUND them
forever-
I do, again.
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Evening Baptism
Iridescence, turquoise, lavender, celadon
sparkle in pools, eddies of incestuous
babble.
Multiplying, piling high
as the tepid water makes minute waves
giving rise –
to their depth.
As a creek muddles through a landscape,
they pop, sway and
fade away.
Her loins
come to rest
within its warmth.
The grime of her daily grind
drifts –
slowly, softly
beneath her.
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The most wasted of all days
is one without laughter.
e.e. cummings
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Blue Vessel Photograph
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Broken Vessels
I can see peace
stars
and the shards of the past
broken vessels of what
I once was.
Yet now I have
the strength
to pick up those pieces
glue them
wrench them
back together
with a caulking gun.
And use the vessels
anew.
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Siddartha Working Photograph
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My Hands
My hands
are delighted
with the scent
of vanilla
My hands
are excited when
you take them
within your own
My hands
are blighted
by that cursed
gold once
unfaithfully
placed upon
my finger
My hands
veins stand tall
working through
it all
My hands
pasteled, painted
poeified and placed
just here
upon your plate.
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Hands
I have sought
a lifetime
for hands like yours
the ones that take mine
in yours
kiss them,
lick them
love them
as if they were your own.
You touch me like no other
in a myriad of ways
that are loving,
wild and unforgiving.
I want to hear your heart
beat every night
your member swell beneath
my hot breath and tongue.
You have eclipsed me
like the luminescent moon
that shone upon us
as we walked arm and arm.
My dear, you mean more
to me than
you could imagine-
separated from you
I long for your kind graces
your smiling face
and the sweet smell
of our coffee in the morn.
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A quiet conscience makes one strong.
Anne Frank
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Tomato Rose Mixed Media Painting
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The Art of Creating Art
Paint lurks
between my teeth
as I spew it
upon the canvas
something bare,
raw, unbeknownst
to me
what it will be
until it coagulates
with flowers,
grasses imbedded
within the scene
that transforms
the dead man's
stare of
raw, white, blank
canvas to vibrant
hues, textures
that highlight
a mood perhaps
a thought,
an emotion
set in motion
upon these pages
I relate to you
the transformation
of love, hate,
power, weak
in meek feats
to make the unknown
within me
a true reality.
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Believe
What does your
spirit say to me
I ponder
as we banter about
yet I wonder
what it is beneath
that stare
that wanders there-
begging to be freed
silenced all your life
something that not
even you believe in
wholly-
yet I can see it
animate you
dance within your eyes
when you speak
hear it in the soft
whispers that you keep
while you sleep.
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What does your
spirit say to me?
It says believe
in yourself,
in me,
in humanity
as we walk a
new path
sometimes arm in arm
sometimes far apart
yet always
your spirit
says 'Believe'
in your children
and mine
their smiles we find
divine-
Believe.
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Deja-Vu
In the beginning
was the end as in
the end was the
beginning-
the cycle continues on
as we recall, relive
the days of yore
once more-
washed upon
our shores from ancient
continents-
to be reborn, set free
created yet already
complete within the
constructs of contemporary
history.
Repetition, once again
begins anew with few
changes from that which
has passed before us
eons before while
most do not realize
they are reliving
moments gone by,
often a sense
of ennui
ensues in this mad-minded
composition of
deja-vu.
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I dream my painting and I paint my dream.
Vincent van Gogh
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Stained Glass Antique Candy and Cough Drop Molds Assemblage
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Boudoir on Display
Civil war bullets
scraps, bits
mangled from
entering bodies
manifested
into spheres,
sculpted
from their
corpses
unto my hands
placed on glass
table for
perusal
in Art shows
around town.
Perfume of
many smells,
lotions, essential
oils
candles
incense
used to scent
sculptures-
quilts,
cigarette butts
fill the ashtray
as great-grandfather's
violin
rests gently
in the corner.
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Wax molds
of candy, cough
drops
hot-glued to
wine bottles,
myriad shapes
adorn chests
of drawers
also visiting
galleries
from time
to time.
Paintings,
abstract,
vibrant
with clover,
iris, rose
petals
imbedded
in thick
paint
adorn
the walls
of my boudoir
and studios
as I place
my room
on display
for all to see,
me.
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Art is not what you see,
but what you make others see.
Edgar Degas
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Buried Alive Mixed Media Assemblage
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Surgery
At the age
of fourteen
the first
thing they
took from
me
was my
appendix.
Although, afraid
I walked
within
a day
and was
promptly
released
from the hospital.
At twenty one,
my cervix
was next
to go
as cancer
had set in.
Years later,
it seems it
has not
returned
and the laser
they used
seemed to do
the trick.
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At twenty two,
two foot surgeries
were undertaken
as it seemed
my high-heeled
commercialist days
had created
synovial cysts
at the base
of my big toes.
The doctor
called me
a 'Bitch'
when I complained
of the pain-
yet they have
not returned.
At twenty four,
my wisdom teeth
were next.
Contrary to popular
belief,
I have a very small
mouth,
not even
enough room
for the permanent teeth
I grew as a child-
four of those
had to be pulled.
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They needed to
saw out part of
my jaw when
the wisdom teeth
came out as the
teeth were
growing in
sideways.
When I awoke,
from my induced
slumber-
the dentist was
kind, handsome
seemed interested
in me
even-
what a surprise
as he had just
spent the last
few hours
hacking at my
face.
At twenty six,
the C-Section
ensued.
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My son
broke my water
six weeks earlier
than expected-
yet once born
he was still
considered
full term-
19 inches long,
5 and a half pounds-
well worth having
my guts spread
out upon the table
beside me.
Surgery-
a blessed thing
for without it
I may have never
even survived
my teenage
years.
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Claims My Breath
That exquisite divot
that once was before me
that spot where collarbone,
crisp white shirt meet
That exquisite divot
I crave
I dream about
I rave about
in my mind
And the man
that has that sweet spot
that exquisite divot
which claims my breath.
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Feather Acrylic Painting
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If All Were to Write for a Day
If all the world were to write for a day
there would be an end to war
all these needless fights
that plague us so
day and night.
No one would be shot or killed
instead each one of use would take up the quill
releasing years of frustrations
on our pages in ecstatic reminisces
or sweet memories
of childhood's past longings
adult yearnings
hopes and dreams for the future
would become a true reality
as each one would learn
once again those simple words,
'The pen is mightier than the sword.'
So much can be spoken
in a few well thought out lines
and in time perhaps this imagining
may become a tradition
that travels forth through family lines
where rather than guns
we take up our pens
release our tensions
and think before speaking.
'Mommy, missiles are made of flowers, feathers and butterflies.'
~ My Son, Age Five
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Insignificance
Nada
zip
that's on this trip
no part
no trace
no element
to interest you
or face
insignificant
unimportant
that which does not exist at all
no value
no worth
no one to call
to do or say
triviality
a naught
useless too
I say to you
is nothing.
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Ennui
I am alive
and you are the living dead
I have been where you are
I understand
I attempt to wake you from your miserable nightmare
And yet you only sleep.
Wake up my love
Here we are
The scents prevail
The colors swarm
Enwrap us
And yet you do not see.
There is life here
There is love here
A perfection,
And you pass every moment
Ennui.
Live my love
for if you don't
neither will we.
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Quills Collage
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For Mozart
Inky equations
set to note
with each perfect
quill stroke-
the Requiem mass
you built for yourself
as you fell ill
into a limey pauper's grave
never again to be saved-
yet live on in eternal
Love
by those that hear
the Magic Flute,
Don Giovanni
and all those miraculous
compositions
penned without mistake
or remission
but straight from your head
'the noodle'
could not be mislead
instead
we have your graceful music
playing still
as was your will
when you placed heaven
upon the page
with quill.
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Set Aflame
Staring at that blank page
that is your face
bolting doors upon me
when I do not follow your embrace
as closely as you would like.
Staring at that blank page
pondering what to write
my way out of this conundrum
of you and me set wrong
in the world as communication
lacks the fifty cents it needs
to call for help
in such situations.
Staring at that blank page
that was me
before you helped my color flow
then flew away
frightened by my brilliant hues
set aflame.
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A Cry for Purity
Angel
staked in the smoke
of Divorce
he beat my soul
the smiths will rebel
ring that tragic
bit of gold
the cursed gold
my least favorite metal.
Instead perhaps
a savior
will resurrect my heart
enhance that
lost loving mind of mine
into blissful ecstasy of reason
with the lucky Jupiter
electricity of love
in dashing, flashing platinum.
Rescue Me.
My birthstone
the Perfect Diamond
is broken in teardrops
of despair.
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Ashes to Ashes Photograph
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Maintaining Balance
Ashen fields
debris
left behind
in war torn parts
scream for resurrection
from the icy decay
they have fallen to.
Green grass once again
will come
flowers will bloom
sprouts of trees will
begin anew
refreshing that which was
ravaged by man's hands
set upon rifles, machine guns
and canons.
That which was put asunder
shall rebound
in Mother Nature's fervor
while a monsoon wipes out
half a continent
on the other side
of the world
in order to
maintain balance.
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Tulips Acrylic Painting
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The Meaning
Pasteled pronunciations
upon the page
set forth in grace
a covenant
of longing to
mirror the subconscious
so that you
may see my very being.
Erased at times
in lines of rage
yet brought back to life
with the coming
of that which exists then
as a new creation
once within the mind
now an apparition
for you to find.
Pleasures, sorrow or denial
of subject matter
color, texture, hue
if only you knew,
the meaning.
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Throughout Time
Ripped apart the alphabet
explored the numbers
yet what did I get
a riddle
a rhyme
of complex proportion
the notion that each
stood for something
profound
but I remain
dumbfound
in that the secret
has yet to be revealed
or discovered
in the uncovering
of letters and numbers
issued upon our scene
by an unknown being
however, it is mathematics
upon which we all agree
the numbers of pi, infinity
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are equal all
around the globe
no matter your creed, race,
gender or language
the alphabets differ
however, numbers remain
the same
I would that I could
decipher the name
of this word game
of this rhyme
yet it remains part
of the Sublime
a jester entertaining
us all
throughout time.
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Consumed welded and painted steel
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Consumed
I sip lightly
upon your breath
as your near my lips
which quiver
in anticipation
yet I do not want
to partake in the
wine of your soul
as it is likely
to consume me
whole.
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Mirrored Glass
Through mirrored glass
I see the past
while looking for the future
what happens now
is a matter of letting go
of old wounds, scars
so
that the next thing that
happens may pertain
to Light, goodness
rather than the darkness
that was bestowed
when I knew you well
could not quell
the atheist's fists
of denial.
Through mirrored glass
I see at last
a kind, welcoming face
although not my own
it is replaced by Him
a masterpiece
of loving, longing
lasting friendship
and desire to see
Him in the flesh
is a most consuming
wish
yet He leads
quietly, secretly
from behind
mirrored glass.
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Diamonds
In honor
of you
I pen these words
on the bed sheets
and walls-
mementos of thoughts
passing sporadically,
miraculously,
maniacally
through my mind-
what is the cure for
such undertakings
but to continue on
attempting to make
sense of such things
as 'Diamonds dance
upon your eyelashes
in red glittered
dresses upon my
windowpane.'
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The Test of Time
What are you willing to
settle for
the thrill
of another dollar bill
and my meanderings
with quill in hand
are useless, unfruitful
nonsense
you say
well there may come a day
when my son grows up
and takes a peek at these
sketches
what will he find
but a glimpse
into his loving mother's
heart, soul, and mind
bound to the pages set forth
what are they worth
he may remember me fondly
for that I believe
the payment is priceless
and as forthright as
a lovers kiss
worth more than gold
in today's market
or so my story
is told
in poetic meanderings
that may not collect a dime
but will stand
the test of time.
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Come forth into the light of things,
let nature be your teacher.
William Wordsworth
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Read mixed media assemblage
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Sculpted
Slip knots
ties that bound
is when
you turned
the rope around
the wax
unto me
the lavender,
sandalwood,
vanilla oils
soaked in their esteem
made me your slave
yet you did not know
that was what
I wanted
or did you
Sculpted
like
one of my own creations.
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Free Love Epitaph
Remember when
we used to dance
out amongst the limbs
and flowers
without a care
we would tear
through this world
with powers
that not a one
could understand
yet they would wonder
at our beauty
in spiral curls
set about in furls
we made our place
amidst the gloom
and duty
set forth
while we made ours
one of happiness
and joy
others mired
in the mess
set forth
here in politics, war
global warming
instead we were enamored
with that old oak tree
simply sang a song
about it
how lucky are we
to have this
free love epitaph?
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Write this Down, My Dear
Her hands were intertwined
as she slept
as if in prayer he thought
which endeared her even more
to his aching heart.
He dared not wake her
but watched on as a connoisseur
to delight in the beauty
of the scene before him.
Later, when she awoke
he spoke of this
sealed it with a kiss
saying only, 'Write this down, my Dear.'
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Le Livre de Leonardo Photograph
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Great Men and Their Words
Samuel Clemens upon his deathbed
said 'Bring my spectacles'
I suppose he was a man
who was in the end wondering what
was there to see next
what was God's Master Plan.
Leonardo da Vinci is quoted as having said
'Poor is the pupil who does not surpass his Master'
was he attempting to teach greatness as a scholar
even though he was known
to be haughty towards Michelangelo
or perhaps he himself wanted to conquer the Master of us all.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart once spoke these words:
'To talk well and eloquently is a very great art
but to know the right moment to stop is an even greater one.'
With quill and ink in hand
he penned - sweet note by note - ending with
perfection that is timeless
and took a stand
creating his own Requiem
death within his grasp.
Einstein is quoted:
'God don't play dice'
So forget the luck and chance
Even the great scientist
seemed to believe
there was something beyond
the nature of our reality.
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All men of beauty
creations True and strong
not only are their creations
masterpieces to us all
but indeed their words are too-
an author, an artist, a musician, a scientist
gone but forever here
resting within our eyes, ears, souls, and minds
men of greatness through and through.
Are there lessons to be learned from
the words that they spoke
beyond the pen, the brush, the pages
of glory-
men of greatness that strove to tell a story.
Twain with his seeking
da Vinci with his wanting
Mozart with his advice
Einstein with his belief.
They each sought perfection
living still in our memories
however the words they spoke
tell me more about these great men
perhaps even than their work
as each chose a path
of creativity-
as we have
each and every one of us-
a Godly undertaking I say to thee.
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Take Heed from Fountain Pen
Cucumber melon treats
sure sound neat
in waxifieng poetic schemes
dripped upon the pages
my flesh
set about in unrest
fluttering in the breeze
unforeseen
until they are unloosed
upon the likes of you
have you got a clue
of what these words are here for
to make your bodies rise, your soul soar
your mind grapple
with that with plagues us so
in the arms of the muse
we set about abused
most often by ourselves
the greatest and most
hideous critic of all
willing to scrawl
black paint over the pen
ink it out again
as if it never were
there for you to ponder
that muse has taken flight
inspired by the moonlight
in its place remains the gloom
of a sunny afternoon-
shining brightly forth
with smiles upon the sun
daunting the ones
that take heed from fountain pen
and feed it 'til the end.
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Van Gogh’s Landscape Colored Pencils
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Vincent and Theo
Starry Night
beguiles now
while all the while
you struggled with
what seemed to Gauguin
to be
an insanity plea
the bipolar mind
split in two
ripped off your ear
sent it to her
the lovely dear
prostitute.
Although you ate
your own oil paint
whet your palette
your blade
with your tongue
so perhaps
this is where
your disability was begun.
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Afflicted in the mind
within the Red Studio
set askew-
Finally, shot in the stomach
your own attack
in the fields
where the flock of crows danced
who knows
why you chose
to die slowly
for three days
with Brother Theo
there beside
your final resting place
instead of you
we have your canvases
and a sibling
who gave his life
for you as well.
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More than kisses,
letters mingle souls.
John Donne
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Root Pastels and Mixed Media
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To Be or Not to Be
Perhaps we are
earth and all
a simple atom
within a greater entity.
This might prove
the absence of reality
as we know it.
Does grass green
scream
when we cut it
so silently
that we can not hear it
then does that mean
the call from the blade
does not exist either
as it is living too
it seems
or are these dreams
of reality
as we believe
them to be.
These things we think
to be true
could perhaps be a falsehood
a hoax
a mirage
for one and all
to make sense
of something
so abstract as even
the thought of reality
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is to me.
The feel of June
on a summer afternoon
could this be
unreal
and placed here to
simply entertain us.
Although
a feeling of love
a smell
is that real
or all a concoction
of the mind
to make sense
of the dreamscape
that we live in
forever still I ponder
Reality
may not be
or is a construction
of desire
to make sense
of a world in which
there are so many
atrocities
sufferings
and fewer moments in time
as the clock chimes
counting out the rhythm
of our days
in moments
less full of splendor
but warm, soft, ache
sweet, hate, pain
are no more reality
than is the word
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Reality
which means you see
or so they say
fact.
Well then
what of opinion
or fiction?
Do the blind
see reality
or are they also
deaf and mute
and believe not in
its existence
because they can not see.
Either way
reality
is as true as a dream
at night
and is as fleeting
as the words and memories
meant by an
Alzheimer's patient.
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The Kindness Collection
Kindred spirits
gathered
smiles
A tongue swept quickly across a lip-
Drip by drip
salivations-
Jugged.
Memories-
requited loves
secret
evasions-
tactics of their war
kept quietly
like their toothy grins-
Capped.
Labeled
to be-
or not
consumed-
perhaps
on a later date.
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An Archaic Smell
Antiques
Ancient artifacts
Shellaced
And dusty.
A clothed hand
Wound around
Wiped them
Cleaned.
Cared.
Endeared.
Engendered
Male
Female
He is a grand grandfather clock.
She is a lovely glove box.
Musty.
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Books
Molded
Tattered, torn
at the edges
the spine releasing its grip
the bind
pages
turning
fluttering
frail with use
worn
a dusky brown
from fingertips
the perusal
cherished
opened once again
by the next generation.
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Demain
Darkness settled
Colors deepened
My red robe
hanged
the bedpost
a shadowed burgundy
now
A chill in the air
skulked
four white walls
Deafening the tick of time.
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Undecided
Each of you
came to me
open-armed
stroking my silence.
Each of you
loved me
open-hearted
and we walked as One.
Each of you
looked at me
open-minded,
questioning my thoughts.
I answered
ruthlessly,
honestly,
I walk alone again.
Each of you
listened to me
but never heard,
a word.
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And if my heart be scarred and burned,
The safer, I, for all I learned.
Dorothy Parker
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Sooty Stains Photograph
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The Fireplace Tune
The kindling sparks
within the dark
to light the flames
of the night.
Brightened forth
with its warmth
we sit around the hearth
to pass tales of days gone by
and of those passing-
our words woven fancifully
that bring our hearts together.
Nestled in like mother hens
with her chicks all round about
we settle in and taste the gin
of stories spun of flowers.
Ashes in the morn recall
the previous nights blessings
where one and all
joined the call to bring forth
themselves together
and speak in tongues
with their loved ones
of things that matter to them still.
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Sooty stains
are all that remain
of the night time warmth
by the hearth.
Yet in their hearts
they carry forth
the memory of their stories
where one and all
shared with each
a memory of their day or past
meant to last in
sharing with one another.
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Afloat
Fountains
penned
in ink swells
of watery
drops
upon the pages
outlining
yesterday's
memories
in hopes
that some may see
the smell
of the font-
purity
in cleanliness
flows
sweetly
from thy breast
of the rocks
Sublime
imbedded
in the ground
as these words
now are
upon the Sound.
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Mistletoed Illusions Acrylic Painting
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Yesterday’s Tomorrow
Early morning
I awake
to light the flame
the candle bright
the pages set
upon my desk
so white and blank
a dead man's stare
waiting to be made aware
once more.
Fighting away the memories
of last night's dreams
laden in hazy sleep
gossamer scenes
to set free upon this open
book
another look
into my soul and heart and mind
thoughts and feelings
unwind
cobrafied about
bound up tight
as the ropes that bind
me to the need
to free myself
and meander among
these words again.
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Trying to express
in simplicity
that dream I had of you
the Kiss
upon our sweet lips
or the smell
of my little boy's hair
the saltiness of the midnight air
in June
the goldfinches tune
outside my window
dining on its breakfast
of thistle seed
sun shining now in conniptions
off its golden breast
while the flame flickers
in the wind
as I raise the pane of glass
and let the breeze
come in to rest upon
these lines of inky
excursions
set to rhyme or not.
Only a desire unfulfilled
until each morn
I take up
the quill
and begin the toil
once more
of setting to fill les livres
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to appease my aching soul
and set it free
amidst the sweet flow
of my blood.
Mistletoed illusions
cut quick upon the pages
bright
before work again sounds out
its calling me away again
from the poetry
I hold so dear
and wake to each early morning
clear and still.
Though these moments
are the best
of all
recalling you, or him or her
within my night bound train
traveling back to life with me
and planted here
in candle glow
to grow
the words flow
across these lines
in refrains
of memories
of yesterday's tomorrow.
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Keys Mixed Media
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Music of the Spheres
Inane assemblies
Treble clefs and bass chords
dance upon the keys
of my mind
not Sublime
but daunting.
Static echoes
trodden
through my night
when I awake I can not
escape them.
Shards, threads and tatters
of rapid sounds
clad in animal hooves-
The musical charge
of nothing good.
I ache to hear a muse
smooch him if I could
The delicate, tender, embrace
of his sweet song
could puddle jump with me
for infinity,
so heavenly as Pythagoras purported,
in my heart, my soul and limbic system.
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Only if he would come
and play his drums
for me
a sweet tune of reverie
to rid me of my own
monotonous songs
that clatter about
within my head
each eve and every morn.
And with this beautiful
undertaking
he could spread apart my ribcage,
petrify my heart
with his rainbow glow and burn
of tune,
the magic of the loon
a Master's guarantee
of the love he feels
for me,
a tender, sweet-
Melody.
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I Do
Are you someone, anyone?
A good person
with certain bad notions
Could you be compelled to toss your child out a window
if you had never heard of such a thing?
Have you ever felt completely human
organized, just
like an animal
seething at the mouth?
Do you ever wonder what is in a name
a word
a number?
Are you one
the other
something else
near
far
now
then
later
gigantic
small?
Do you know where you come from
what is the location?
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Can you soft
hard
tame
wild
open
close
well
ill
stay
change
whisper
loud
sing
song
glow
dim
face
fear
war
peace
scare
calm
travel
home
mind
waste
is the sky black and blue?
Are you natural
plastic
looking
satisfied
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dressed
bare
moving
still
sanely
mad
a modest pomp
addicted?
Do you know what a race is
where it is going?
Can you up
down
idle
work
order
chaos
break
mend
bend
grade
A C F
E Z
pro
con
sub
un
in
out
better
worse?
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Do you have the right
left
wrong?
Can you say no
do it anyway?
Do you love
hate
power
weak?
Are you beautiful
ugly
male
female
father
mother
sister
brother
husband
wife
young
old
ancient
new
American
anything
else?
Something, everything, nothing, line, square, circle, box?
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Do you desire all
none
speak
in silence
feel pleasure
in pain?
Are you selfishly
selfless?
Do you know the value
of worth
clean
dirt
remember
to forget
feel safe
in danger?
Can you consume
life
poison
yourself?
Are you, me
and I
lonely
with everyone?
Do you know
ignorance?
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Are you illuminated
in the dark?
Do you love your family
the stranger
lie
truthful?
Can you laugh tears
devour loves?
Sense beyond the sensible.
Have you ever felt living
lived
larger than life
dying
dead
divined?
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Hope is a waking dream.
Aristotle
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To be is to do.
Immanuel Kant
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epilogue
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Siddartha Beth Pierce
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about the Author
The exhibits I remember most, quite awhile ago now, are the Degas and
O’Keefe works at the Phillips Collection in Washington, D.C. One Degas in
particular, was a bather, but is was like nothing I had ever seen – all other
bathers pale in comparison. The depth of surface, quality of the pastels on
such a flat medium were astounding and the colors brilliant. O’Keefe’s
show with Stieglitz was also extraordinary – mostly for the undulating line
and again such vibrant colors. Picasso’s show at the National Gallery was
astounding primarily for his incomprehensible talent – such natural ability in
so many ways at such a young age. Then, perhaps, my favorite of all was
the Egon Schiele. His life, unfortunately cut short, but the expression and
content of his works will never leave me.
I wonder why, throughout these last 100 years, each generation has often
defined their art as succinctly? Duchamp – against aesthetic, for the idea.
Surrealists – against conscious and rational, for the irrational. Why is it
always an either/or? It seems to me there isn’t one without the other. If you
require no meaning then your meaning becomes meaning. It is not black
and white, there are grays and beyond that there are millions of colors.
There is pretty and ugly and both at the same time. I don’t want art that is
simply one or the other – why not both. While these artists have always
chosen a path, generally distinctive and definite – they formally have used
tension, balance, complements. This underscores the variety while they
often hone in on one aspect of meaning rather than continuing this
exploration of difference. Why look at only our mathematical, scientific
side or only our irrational, ‘Universal’ side – each make us who we are,
human, individual and yet alike at times as well. Complex and simple –
perhaps more one that the other at times but always combinations. –
Siddartha Beth Pierce; August 10, 1998
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Ms. Pierce is a nationally and internationally published poet and artist as
well as a Mother. Some of her works have appeared in The Indian Diary,
After-Nyne, Issuu, The Artist in You, The Dead Mule School of Southern
Literature, The Muses Review, Budzu’s Hammer, and Blue Fifth Review.
Much of her work can be found at writerscafe.org.
http://www.styleweekly.com/richmond/creation-story-siddartha-beth-
pierce/Content?oid=1383112
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4ILksMzt20
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2oqxUiVnng
http://www.thebeautifulpeopleproject.com/2012/09/siddartha-beth-pierce-
artist-poet.html
http://afternyne.com/2012/09/28/profile-siddartha-beth-pierce/
Siddartha is not a pseuodonym for the author but her birth name after her
maternal grandmother. Her great-grandfather studied theology and named
his eldest daughter after the Buddha and hence Siddartha Beth Pierce
received her name from her grandmother.
It is the author’s hope that all may find some positive aspect in her writings
and work that may affect them and that they may then take this on to others.
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Siddartha’s
Art
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a few words from Siddartha I am a Mother, Poet, Artist, Educator and Art Historian. My works are
informed by Nature, Math, Science, the Universal, Sub-Conscious and
Metaphysical aspects we encounter throughout our lives. I work with a
variety of media including painting, drawing, printmaking, sculpture and
some computer graphics.
Not only is my purpose self-exploration and philosophical researches, it also
reaches to you, the reader and viewer in order to illicit a response
mechanism within your own circle of knowledge, heart and soul. It is my
hope that each of you may find something of value to consider and expand
upon your own lives and experiences.
It is my mission to bring these works to the public at a minimal of expense
but with a depth that is far reaching.
I have most of my works in my own private collection, however, I welcome
any inquiries for the purchase of any art you may be interested in. I have
shown my work nationally and had it featured in print magazines and
journals internationally. Many thanks for taking the time to view and
explore this variety of creations.
If you are interested in looking at further works in addition to those in this
book, please check out the following links:
www.ubiquitygallery.com
http://www.thebeautifulpeopleproject.com/2012/09/siddartha-beth-pierce-
artist-poet.html
Or you may contact me directly at : [email protected]
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Carnation
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Cellular I
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Cellular II
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Cellular III
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Cellular IV
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Chalk Spirits
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Eden
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Fertility Figure 2007
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Fetal II
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Kahlo
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les fleurs
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Mikey Kitty
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Moi
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My Son
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Puppy II
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She
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Spider Mum
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St. John Puppy
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Sublimis I
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Tapestry
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what People are Saying Creation Story : Siddartha Beth Pierce
Artist, Poet, Educator
Why her work is intended to be a sensory experience:
Pierce uses scented wax and rope to build organic sculptures over bases of
welded iron. She invites viewers to touch and smell the pieces to understand
their connection to memory and humanity. Some are fragrant with vanilla or
baby powder, evoking links to her past, while perhaps stimulating similar
recognition in others. "The olfactory sense can be a godly sense, associated
with the universe and divine creation," she says. "These are pieces of
divinity for me; they come from the sublime."
How her interest in the metaphysical informs her work in sculpture and
poetry:
"From everything that I have learned," Pierce says, "every culture has some
form of honoring those who have gone before. It is important to recognize
people who have helped you along the way, including ancestors, other
philosophers and artists." Pierce marks significant personal losses by
creating poems and spirit vessels, including a feathered bottle for her
grandfather that, she says, gives wings to his soul. Named after her
grandmother, Siddartha explores her name's meaning, the enlightened one,
by delving into spiritual realms in her work and scholarly research.
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When violence finds its way into art:
Some of Pierce's works have startling imagery, including butcher knives
thrust into "bleeding" boards or sculptures made of bullets found on the
streets of Richmond. Rather than promoting shock value, these pieces and
accompanying poems are statements against crime, and she hopes viewers
will confront their fears and fight to survive. "When something is painful I
don't shy away from it," she says. "I've had a great deal of physical pain, and
I'm exploring that and turning it into something beautiful."
Why her work as a student and professor is enhanced by her role as an
artist:
Pierce has taught African art history, computer graphics and survey courses
at Virginia State University as artist-in-residence, and as adjunct faculty at
Virginia Union University. "I tell [students] it's a matter of jumping in and
letting go," Pierce says. "I do ask students to keep dream journals, to find
materials even in the trash. You're on a fact-finding mission, you need to pay
attention to the details. You're going to end up with something if you use
your mind to create." She follows her own advice, and has constructed about
75 works with more in progress. "I'm a successful professor," she adds, "but,
without this, it wouldn't be enough. It is a craving that has to be satisfied."
On whether critiques are useful:
Pierce has experienced the art critique as both teacher and student.
"Everyone has different ways of looking at things. It is a wonderful
experience to have your students do their work and all of us explore it and
speak about the work. I believe in honesty and truth, but also to be kind to
one another, to give credit where it is due." On the other hand, when on the
receiving end of critiques, "I like brutal honesty, but I get to a point where
my work is finished, and I put it out there and people like it or they don't,"
she says. "I love to hear people's feedback. I'm a communicator. But I am
busy, I have other things to create here." ~ Deveron Timberlake
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other Notes of Interest
The following works have been
previously published.
The Healing
The Artistic Muses
Great Men and Their Words
Botticelli Magazine
Undecided
thefirstcut #4
An Archaic Smell
thefirstcut #7
I Do
Humanize Magazine Issue 18
~
Reviews
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Siddartha’s Links
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beth-pierce/Content?oid=1383112
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4ILksMzt20
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2oqxUiVnng
http://www.thebeautifulpeopleproject.com/2012/09/siddartha-beth-
pierce-artist-poet.html
http://afternyne.com/2012/09/28/profile-siddartha-beth-pierce/
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You are never too old to set another goal
or to dream a new dream.
C.S. Lewis
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