a difficult study
It is divine but dangerous,
it keeps us from the perils of this world
but at the same time is a constant trial
of our lives, our personalities,
our personal validity and worth,
it is a constant hardening
like that of steel in ice and water
melted down at first completely
by consuming heat and fire
and then forced into a mould
to reach some permanence of structure
only through atrocious torture,
sufferings of hell and purgatory cleansing;
but the mortals can not touch us
while we must the more assume responsibility
committing us to empathy with shortcomings of others,
pledging us to share their sufferings to ease them.
So being under that protection of the muses
is no more and no less than a high responsibility
which we must prove our worth of
through our labour and accountability
as thoroughly creative non-stop artists
bound to never sleep and never rest
for the commitment to our love and our ideals
and all that makes life worth
all that atrocious trouble of just living.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-12-17 at 11:55
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Under the protection of the muses
It is divine but dangerous,
it keeps us from the perils of this world
but at the same time is a constant trial
of our lives, our personalities,
our personal validity and worth,
it is a constant hardening
like that of steel in ice and water
melted down at first completely
by consuming heat and fire
and then forced into a mould
to reach some permanence of structure
only through atrocious torture,
sufferings of hell and purgatory cleansing;
but the mortals can not touch us
while we must the more assume responsibility
committing us to empathy with shortcomings of others,
pledging us to share their sufferings to ease them.
So being under that protection of the muses
is no more and no less than a high responsibility
which we must prove our worth of
through our labour and accountability
as thoroughly creative non-stop artists
bound to never sleep and never rest
for the commitment to our love and our ideals
and all that makes life worth
all that atrocious trouble of just living.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 491 times
Written on 2006-12-17 at 11:55
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