Category: Art

Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion VIII

Art Link Working with Silver On Worth Treasure comes in many shades For some it is always material For me it is the wonder of the measurable variability of human thought and emotion In the hearts and minds and souls of others I find the value of my own substance of my own independence Difference is the light in the darkness –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 13, 2006

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Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion VII

Cheers to the art and the poem being created synergistically (not a word I like to use, but use ’em or lose ’em).  When I look back on it, I consider the time around the creation of this to be one of my most creative periods.

Art Link Carving The Whittlers All it took was for me to become different They jumped at the chance they sit around waiting for to grab their knives and carve away at my reputation my physical body my possessions my dignity my humanity but inside I was resolute tougher than I would have thought stubborn to the core The pain sliced at the surface of my soul but deep inside I was free and they were chained –Robyn Elaine Serven –February 22, 2006

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Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion VI

I changed.  I am a changeling.

People change as they grow.  Changing some things, though, meets with social appropation.  In order to survive, one must have a base to stand firm upon.

I am and always will be a learner and teacher.  And I will do both to the best of my ability.  Some believed this should have been taken away from me, that I was no longer capable.  Why?  All changing meant was that I would have more to teach.

I will learn.  I will teach.  And I will live an examined life.

Art Link Sensory Input A Teacher What more could anyone want to be than a studier learning what one wants or needs to learn so that one can learn more each nugget of wisdom parsed again and again into 17 different contexts just for the fun of it joyously reading for the knowledge contained or just to view the style in which it was presented levels upon levels of viewpoints and knowledge always knowledge deeper and broader at the edge of human experience and beyond forever knowledge both profound and absurd and eventually for the lucky industrious few getting paid to think and help others along their own paths to enlightenment? I am a teacher –Robyn Elaine Serven –February 22, 2006

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Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion V

Art Link Who? Choosing He was I am and will be It took a sharp blade to divide us He carried me through tough times and brought me to where I could be but it was unbearable too utterly suffocating and bitterly ravaging that he lived while I hid wasting away slowly rotting the years away a life mislived It was him or both of us There was only one vessel One had to die I chose I chose him I do not regret that he lived I am who he wished he could be but could not manage to be Not to be was the alternative so I chose –Robyn Elaine Serven –January 25, 2006

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Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion IV

Art Link Coming Out Layers of Being Like the layers of an onion I peel away the layers of who I am boy student athlete man draft-dodging longhaired hippie freak Like the layers of an onion each new layer of myself reveals nuance taoist husband father soldier socialist  teacher commie pinko pacifist Like the layers of an onion peeling further uncovers a richer me woe-man poet tranny activist lesbian artist gay homo dyke queer Like the layers of an onion is the truth of the being of the human –Robyn Elaine Serven –November 4, 2005

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Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion III

Art Link Flower Flower It started as a piece of detail in another work a small barely opened bud. Then it bloomed. Or is that the story of my life? Sometimes I forget. –Robyn Elaine Serven –November 3. 2005

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Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion II

Art Link Purple with Beading Thursday is Queersday Long away and far ago when I was young and naive wearing purple on Thursday meant one was most likely queer as it was called at the time Though I didn’t truly know couldn’t really comprehend what it entailed to be queer I still didn’t wear purple on Thursdays or any day For that I am yet ashamed The power of fear is great –Robyn Elaine Serven –March 16, 2006

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Muse in the Morning

State of the Onion I

Art Link Pencil and Wax Words The words take control demand to be written I help guide them dress them up slim them down searching for clarity, brevity, emotion hopefully all three I’m not sure where they come from perhaps from the pains and joys of my life The words are the blood in the vessels of my mind just as feelings are the blood feeding my soul Is there any separation between me and the words? –Robyn Elaine Serven –January 10, 2006

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Muse in the Morning

Surfaces Assume Control Make a choice of a future of a pattern of spacetime to imagine Make choices in the present to instigate that future to happen –Robyn Elaine Serven –June 3, 2008

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Muse in the Morning

Becalmed Breathing A few people standing on the deck of this boat blowing at the sail will not move it Newton ensured that We’ll always have that equal and opposite reaction Moving this boat will require the collective breath of millions who are not on it –Robyn Elaine Serven –April 4, 2008

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Rock and Roll, Blues legend Bo Diddley is dead at age 79.  One of the great players in the foreground of the emergence of Rock and Roll out of the Blues via Rythym and Blues with his signature syncopated sound and wild exuberance.  I had the pleasure of seeing him live one time and he really was exceptional.  I first heard of him via the lyrics of Dylan’s “From a Buick 6″…Well, she don’t make me nervous, she don’t talk too much

She walks like Bo Diddley and she don’t need no crutch.

So I went looking for who Bo Diddley was and there he was along with Howling Wolf, Muddy Waters and the rest who laid the foundation for the electric explosion.

Sorry this is so short…

Muse in the Morning

Window Reflection and Refraction I see the past in the mirror of tarnished memories and often misaligned contemplation The future on the other hand is best seen through the window of imagination –Robyn Elaine Serven –June 1, 2008

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