no joy left in art

no joy left in art

A Poem by ABG 2.0
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soon comes the emptied shell the leavings of past ...

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no joy left in art

there is no joy in art only the pain of conduct
in quietened anger
every piece completed takes from it's host
the spark of creation
taking toll again and again if only but as distraction
from that not undertaken
soon comes the emptied shell the leavings of past
a token sample of nothing left
there is no joy left in art only the pain
by absence of spark

© 2017 ABG 2.0



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this is a starkly sad piece. When we lose our faith in God I care less, when we lose our faith in art we lose our belief in human creation and emotion.

Posted 5 Months Ago


ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago

art is my life ... my life is art
i have not lost faith i have lost the spark of art
John Alexander McFadyen

5 Months Ago

The mark of a true artist is self doubt.
Creation takes effort and sweat... it moves mountains and digs holes (EJG)

I think that's what you might mean; if not, it's how I interpret your fine chain of words,, thoughts juggled here and there a little.. a uniqueness of losing sight in a humdrum of meanings.. perhaps.

Posted 5 Months Ago


ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago

that which nudges thought is rewarded by such
art presented is that
art lived is life<.. read more
we bleed poems---and have a little less strength after each new write...
and pain is what sparks most of our poetry....sad that that is how it is...but it is...
nicely done,
j.

Posted 5 Months Ago


ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago

each of us puts in place on paper on canvas on clay on wood 'part' of ourselves that is not seen by .. read more
Quite good! I enjoyed this piece quite a bit!

Posted 5 Months Ago


ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago

thank you for reading and commenting
Ohh my friend that was so beautiful..when saying sad words regarding art..giving no pleasure..
As I see it..who says there any pleasure in writing ..I always said beautiful words and images that looks nice to others comes from too much pain and misery of writer..the more he is in pain and dismal,the more he suffered all his life the more pathetic ..then his words will come so beautiful like never heard before..I have never seen a good writer without he having suffered like hell all through life..but once he starts telling the world all his words it will be non stop..
I really loved this

Posted 5 Months Ago


ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago

thank you!
bluessadmood

5 Months Ago

You are so welcome,I am so happy that I read this ,it was really great.
"...every piece completed takes from it's host
the spark of creation"
I have felt that after completing a piece: one less avenue/medium/idea that I can use and mold to whatever creative process (writing) I employ. Again, you poets saying volumes in a few words! Nicely done.

Posted 5 Months Ago


ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago

thanks for your comments
after having spent more than 40 years as artist sculptor potter writ.. read more
Carol Cashes

5 Months Ago

Maybe not "tapped out" so much as just tired. Artist/sculptor/potter/writer/poet is a lot of grey m.. read more
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MCS
This hit so close to home


Posted 5 Months Ago


ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago


C'est déconcertant que je suis à la perte de l'étincelle ...?
MCS

5 Months Ago

Je ressens ta douleur.
Pour un changement, je voudrais me réveiller et sentir l'inspiration.
ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago


Peut-être un jour bientôt
Write very well words. Came out from your shell. Like pearls of truth. But I belive there is plenty artist with joy. There is no just black grey. I belive your poetry is full of joy too.

Posted 5 Months Ago


ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago

thank you friend
The stark truth of this poem forces introspection and recognition. Stated simply with the force of the poet's conviction. Art, creation, inevitably takes it's toll of the artist- "soon comes the the emptied shell leavings of past...every piece completed takes from it's host the spark of creation"- brilliant lines. Can we hope though that creation, as in birth, also renews the heart? ... Master-Class work...

Posted 5 Months Ago


ABG 2.0

5 Months Ago

thanks friend
i call it as it is

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who i am, what i be ... i write about that from which many shy. i am not afraid. i know the costs of living life for all it's worth. i am but complicatedly simple. i sing the words of no fea.. more..

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