The Lie

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Art begins with a lie
The separation is you plus me plus what we make 
Look into lightbulb, blink, sun’s in your eye

I want a rare sky
vantage point free from misconception 
Art begins with a lie

Nothing to lose, spontaneous rise 
of reflection, paint the picture
of a lightbulb, or eye the sun

How to fuel the world, then die 
Distance yourself from artfulness 
How? Art begins with a lie

The audience wants to cry
when the actors are real & passionate
Look into footlight, then feed back to eye

You fluctuate in an artful body
You try to imitate the world’s glory
Art begins with a lie
That’s the story, sharp speck in the eye.

~ Anne Waldman

The Lie

Source: Unknown/Favim

Art begins with a lie
The separation is you plus me plus what we make 
Look into lightbulb, blink, sun’s in your eye

I want a rare sky
vantage point free from misconception 
Art begins with a lie

Nothing to lose, spontaneous rise 
of reflection, paint the picture
of a lightbulb, or eye the sun

How to fuel the world, then die 
Distance yourself from artfulness 
How? Art begins with a lie

The audience wants to cry
when the actors are real & passionate
Look into footlight, then feed back to eye

You fluctuate in an artful body
You try to imitate the world’s glory
Art begins with a lie
That’s the story, sharp speck in the eye.

~ Anne Waldman

Loss

Source: Unknown/Favim

Such lies have been told about her.
My favorite: ‘when she comes
The blue hand of the sky vanishes.
Hippos storm the sun.
Birds peck furiously at anthills.
Wings wrap tightly against trees.’
But notice how she doesn’t say a word
And sits beside you when
The moments of love have flickered their last.
How she stands beside you when solitude
Has you cornered. Right now she is outside
Rinsing her hair. Later, she’ll use it
To wipe the mirrors of your heart.

~ Abayomi Animashaun

Loss

Source: Unknown/Favim

Such lies have been told about her.
My favorite: ‘when she comes
The blue hand of the sky vanishes.
Hippos storm the sun.
Birds peck furiously at anthills.
Wings wrap tightly against trees.’
But notice how she doesn’t say a word
And sits beside you when
The moments of love have flickered their last.
How she stands beside you when solitude
Has you cornered. Right now she is outside
Rinsing her hair. Later, she’ll use it
To wipe the mirrors of your heart.

~ Abayomi Animashaun

Quote on lies

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But what do I care? Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

~ Albert Camus

Quote on lies

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But what do I care? Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

~ Albert Camus