Ink

Ink

A Poem by Michael Oliver
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the ethics of translation

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Against the sky 
The leaves and seeds
Await my brush 
And betrayal

© 2014 Michael Oliver


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I always feel like my words could never do justice to the emotion, the moment, the beauty that I attempt to express in my writing.. I am not sure if it is just me, or if we all feel like that.. but that is what this reminds me of.. there is such exquisite beauty and magic in nature and life and our words, to me, pale in comparison.. well done, this is the first piece of yours that I have read, and I have to say, I really enjoyed it.. it is short, simple, powerful, and so true.. I can relate, and thoroughly enjoyed.. cannot wait to read more:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


i feel this too at times... but never until its too late..

Posted 10 Years Ago


The artist's dichotomy… the need to capture the moment upon our canvas… but, it so capturing it, defining it to our own reality… thus betraying the unvarnished truth of the moment.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Added on September 22, 2014
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Michael Oliver
Michael Oliver

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I like capturing the world in various mediums for a long time I was a painter, but more recently I realize the same imperative can be used to direct words as well as brushes. more..

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