` Scribbles from a Memory`
Pain-afflicted memories devour me not but a stolen kiss, a dying rose on the table, an afflicted body to die forever so darkness descends; I am but a tormented soul
— a poet
24 January, 2024
` confliction `
` confliction ` edges of sanity — epitaph of confessions a darkness that thieves James N McManus a Poet from afar Artist Credits © Oswaldo Guayasamín El Grito no. 3 (The Cry No. 3), oil on canvas Ecuador 1983 [THOUGHTS] It's no secret to most that I'm inspired to write about art; it's the one thing that provokes this poetry of mine without pause. It's just something inside of me that constantly tugs at the mind of my eye. This piece by Ecuadorian Artist Oswaldo Guayasamín is no exception. With it's unique style of dark expressionism, I am reminded there's a darkness that has a way of creeping ever so close to the edge of my sanity, accompanied by a nothingness, an abyss of lucidity provoking moments of conflicition within my realities. This contradiction of emotions seeps into the depths of my soul without conviction; it's like a thief in the night conspiring to plunder the last bit of peace from a fragile spirit. It's why on these Sundays, ...
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