Guard Your Art With Diligence

Continuing my Notes to Self on the art:

Guard your Art with Diligence
They want your art to reach people and places you, the artist, can’t and wouldn’t reach.

It – the art – has to speak languages you don’t even understand. It has to get to borderlines of war and peace; of oppression and equity. It has to criticize and it has to judge (judge not that you may not be judge? Well your art has been judged!). Your art has to think and make others think. Your art has to trouble the waters and it must not sink when it walks on said-waters. ‘Peace be still‘ will be for your art when you arrive so bring it and most importantly, your art has to be on its own. Be able to live in another house from you, talk differently, talk back at you when you write, play lawn tennis with you even if it’s just you against the wall (pun intended!). Your art must set you against the world. If it doesn’t do this they (check previous post)don’t believe you.

You art has to have a heart.

Your art must fall in love and love others just like it loves itself. Your art must be ready to follow you for sacrifice even when there is no ram in sight (yes! remember Abraham and Isaac?). Your art must walk by faith and not by sight. You must teach your art to pray, to believe; to trust; to own itself because when you are gone, it would be left alone to fight for itself. Your heart must love but it must love you and this is very difficult because your art is a teenager every other day.

Which brings you to the tough one.

Your art must not be raped by the wrong ideology.

In fact your art must keep it’s virginity till… Well forever because if your art becomes a mother of anarchy, wrong doctrine and false perception, the wrong perspective and all the bad secenerios of the world today, you are a bad Parent artist. So curb your art when it talks back at you but listen to your art when it is hungry. When it is angry, admit why and provide the answers why it shouldn’t. Your art is pious if you think it is and it is the best to see this too. On a second thought, your art should get pregnant at the right time. Good art brings good doctrine, wisdom and long life.

Your art has no gender but it is endangered.

Giant-Panda kind of endangered. Your art is not feminist, racist, Marxist masculinist, fascists and all that; you are! You are a bottle, your art is wine and ugly wine-shapes are because the bottles aren’t so beautiful. Not to state the actual scenerio. Your art is bitter because you are. Your art hurts people like knife piercing through the heart almost like a double-edged sword because you either are a swordsman or woman; that or you’ve been equally hurt. Your art is you but don’t try to be your art. It is dangerous.

To be continued

God, we would meet by Olatunde Obafemi

We met…

we melted into one: me

Me: wept and crept

underneath till YOU found me

We would meet again and again

taking away my pain

pourging away my stains

making me until YOU breathe me back into me

Clay, alive

5, a drive

4 cardinal points meet at my heart

3 Gods, in one: YOU formed me like art

2 eyes, mine, beheld YOUR glory in perfect sight

1 soul saved, mine, from darkness to YOUR marvelous light.

Day14 – GOOD-EVIL 

But if ye have bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory not, and lie not against the truth.

James 3:14 KJV 

Its not something to rejoice over when you strive with people.

Grudges are not medals, hatred is no trophy. 

If you are bitter with someone, you automatically become salt which has lost its savour and most be disposed. Imagine being disposed…now don’t imagine, work towards an alternative result. 

Follow peace with all (wo)men. Be good and mean it, think it and say it. Be it! Don’t harbour evil within and cloth it with good. Guess what, its still evil.

This verse cautions: don’t glory in bitterness and envy or strife in your heart. 

Further to this, don’t lie against the truth. Don’t antagonize the truth or be an enemy to it. Embrace that which is right, be right from within and not a remix of the tree of good and evil. 😧 

God bless you!

3G LFE: Greatly Grated Gratitude IV

​Grating Gratitude

Futile, like cooking cheese and expecting the raw beauty. However, like cheese, it is processed pardon me , a process. Grating Gratitude should result in great gratitude. In this jargon, the simple conclusion is to first appreciate the enormous duty of gratitude: a slaughtered bull for a pagan-worshipped god, eulogy for the dead, chants for a king, dear-diary entries to a future spouse, a life of service to the CREATOR, a chaste-thought for the preservation of the earth, no-more-flesh-eating resolution , organic diet (the list should not end). All these and more carry the weight of a self-gratified state, a righteous connotation in diverse contexts; thoughtfully; gratitude is an assemblage of righteousness but can this be all, especially where one has not the provision to fulfil such feats? Certainly north not! This is where grating gratitude is needed. Grating gratitude involves the breaking of the enormous into the smallest possible resemblance. In this case, the most unrecognised yet most important, the reason behind the enormous, the raisin in the communion bread. The best of gratitude is in intensions and in intentions. Gratitude is the most uncomfortable activity done comfortably. So the grated gratitude resolves, in your inTENSION, influencing your InTENTION.

What becomes your inTENTION while inTENSION?

Gratitude judges from within and meets the grateful one at heart: by simply asking ‘why’ and if not, ‘why not?’

Conclusively, gratitude is best served grated, from a broken glass fold, to hold unto the unseen, gratitude is hope and the grated version is belief, a steadfast stubborn frontier; denied yet inclined. The great are grated for the measure to gratify in the process of gratitude. Therefore as a means of determining the true from the through to itemize the thorough, grate gratitude…rate it on the scale of deception to the heart and see, or beat its form (like in cooking) from fairly full to substance wholeness. Be (come) grateful.

Gladly, THE END.

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