FOR THE BROTHAS: AN INTRODUCTION

It must have been about 20 years ago when I first began thinking about creating a "Cultural Salon" as a reaction to the mundane social circles In Washington D.C. The richness of intellectual and artistic interchange had died, college friends had moved, the internet had not yet become the phenomenon it now is... I romanticised about the Salons of the mid to late 1800's in Paris, London and Berlin and the cultural dynamo of the Harlem Rennaisance. I was fortunate enough to meet a gentleman, an artist who lived and traveled with James Baldwin... Jimmy he affectionately called him, and he spoke often of their small cottage in southern France and of the many Artists, Poets and Luminaries that dropped in to chat and relax. Well, the impressionists, cubists, modernists, etc. all hung out together famously in those days and shared their ideas with one another creating a creative greenhouse in a world that was rapidly changing. I longed to have lived in those times, to have met Cassat, Rodin, Ellington, Fitzgerald, Baker, Balwin, well I did finally meet Baldwin and others purely for the joy of intellection upon the arts. This was in the late 1980's and by the mid 2000's I happened to run into a friend of mine from Hampton University who had been living in New York since he graduated in the early 90s. Well, I was surprised to hear him comment that in all of the wonder that is New York he never met anyone who ever really had anything interesting to say about art, literature, architecture, science, fashion or anything... I was so surprised to hear this since it had also been my experience. Well here I am in 2011 attempting the Virtual Salon...

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

AT SPRINGS END...



 

I let my laughter kick

through rusting leaves

and each one

that fell

opened up the

o’er grown summer canopy

till all there was, was sky…

my spirit

sensing it’s escape rose

far beyond

the limbs

creaking in the wind

of this ancient wood

to kiss the widening firmament

revealed as each leaf

sank to the soil…

i loved the waning beauty

captured in the passing moments

of this time

though the noble

evanescing culture of

this transitional realm

cost my senses

many cherished climes

so I resigned, bereft of everything

to test the very gravity of loss

defining its cost

the grander of two


an exquisitely repaid revenue

hid in the woods

and the secret places of the wild

at springs end…

 
 
FIN

By David Vollin…

1 comment:

  1. I absolutely love how you've captured the enduring season changes in your pics...

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