One More Sonnet

Category: sex

  • Artobiography

    Artobiography

    Artobiography – the self-exposed.
    Personal revelation on display:
    persuasions, curiosities disclosed;
    individual leanings that swing and sway.
    Privacy – an open exhibition.
    Voyeurs at large, a see-through medium,
    en masse titillation; imposition;
    pastiche motif; pretensions on parade.
    A synthetic construct, superficial,
    skin-deep patina, costume masquerade;
    disguised reality – artificial.
    . What of art that it adores expression,
    . and yet, so crudely ignores discretion?

    © Tim Grace, 31 March 2013

    To the reader: Exhibitionism or exhibitionist – an empty distinction. The expose of self as art. The narcissist, an introspective voyeur on public display. Made naked for self-amusement. Inside-outside. Flesh-coloured drapes on see-through windows. Shock therapist using auto-simulation as creative medium; seminal concept becomes revelation. Artobiography – a crude craft on revealing canvas.

    To the poet: Inspiration for this sonnet was a documentary on avant-garde art. The various vignettes portrayed a series of self-absorbed indulgences. Confusion over purpose was laid bear. A naked clambering for notoriety; easily achieved through public shock. Nothing more than a sideshow curiosity laying claim to creative space. As a writer, I can appeal to a reader’s instinct for novelty… the forbidden and perverse are easy grabs.

    Artobiography
    Artobiography
    Picture Source:
    http://youtu.be/27w3wR7ofl4
  • Partial Interests

    Partial Interests

    To all things my interest cannot attend.
    I am responsive to movement, colours
    and the scent of life; all things so contend
    for my attention; distinct of others.
    One thing for the moment will steal my gaze.
    I take note of that which sways and swishes.
    That which has rhythm to my interest plays,
    so becomes the pick of many wishes.
    I’m partial to soft tones that glow; that blush
    the dull canvas with a rose-coloured tint.
    I’m partial to that which is full and lush;
    that which brings love to life with perfumed hint.
    . I cannot attend to all things in sight;
    . instead, I seek what gives my eyes delight.

    © Tim Grace, 24 January 2013

    To the reader: Programmed to attend to life’s rhythm; we literally seek and appreciate animation. Some movements have particular powers of attraction. The effortless ‘sway and swish’ of a wiggling-walk makes alluring theatre. The long-stride of confidence without pretence or contrivance draws attention. The nonchalant amble of a carefree character entertains our imagination. Powers of observation energise our interest; sharpen our focus.

    To the poet: Infatuation lacks restraint. To ogle is obsessive. Admiration construes a connection. Polite interest requires distance, it respects the dignity of a shared space; eye-contact is confirmed not consumated. From a poet’s vantage point there’s a code of practice that applies to people watching. As subjects of interest ‘the observed’ will tolerate a casual glance; not so an intrusive gaze.

    Eyes' Delight