Disassociated Distopia

Sometimes it seems as though all energy is disconnected and disruptive; that all thoughts and communication are disassociated as though haunted by a hidden consciousness bent on destruction. The poem below is my first attempt at wrestling with this state.

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It is a peculiar energy
That magnifies our importance
As reality shows no favorites.

It is sometimes
An argument between
Illumination and darkness.

But more often
An internecine quarrel among
Brothers and sisters.

A collective Hubris
Fogs what little passes
For objectivity.

Data collectively
Overwhelms some
As it seduces others.

Human failings create
An abstraction
That passes for genius.

Inflated self worth
Replaces patience
And all access to knowledge.

Disjointed streams of thought
Crash together
Or never meet.

Consensus and compromise
Create a false
Sense of calm and equilibrium.

Is it possible
An impasse
Is desirable?

I am tired troubled –
Words are quibbles
And ideas sift away.

 

Ripples reveal
Expanding patterns
Of evolving possibility

Light charges
Indiscriminately
Until its captor capitulates.

It is as though a truth
will be revealed
In spite of its prison.

Organic upheaval –
Testing and torturing
On a cosmic scale.

What observer will
See the patterns
And interpret them correctly?

What is knowledge
When few of us can
Tolerate dissent?

 

Your thoughts and observations are most welcome!! May be enjoyed for personal use. ©2017 by Bill Deuster. All rights reserved.

Found Natural Details as Inspiration

In addition to purposeful photographs of flowers, flowing waters, unusual rock formations, natural textures, broad landscapes and the rising or setting sun, I often uncover interesting details to capture that inspire other types of art in my mind. The images that follow are such renderings with the core elements all derived from the images I collect on my various wanderings. Each piece is composed from different parts of origin – see if you can discern/guess the most important component(s) in each one….

Thanks for looking – I hope you enjoy them!

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All images ©2017 by Bill Deuster. For personal use only.

History, Ideals and Sacrifice

It was back in the early 1980s that I had a rather humbling experience. It would be one that changed me a bit, though I didn’t fully understand its importance until many years later.

My girlfriend at the time wanted to take a day trip and suggested Antietam, the Civil War battlefield in Maryland where, in mid September of 1862, General Lee decided to move out of Virginia and north into Union territory. The 17th was to be the bloodiest day of the war and, though many thousands lost their lives, it was a battle that decided nothing.

It was a dreary, overcast day on this, my first visit to Antietam. At first we drove around the battlefield with no specific intent as I really had no idea of the significance of what I was seeing. After about 30 minutes of driving the park driveways, we crossed a highway that runs thru the battlefield – then down and to the right and up into a very large field edged with aged, rough wooden fencing that I presume was authentic for the 1862 time period. At the top of the hill was a tall stone tower with a place to park. We stopped and climbed up into the tower to look out over the battlefield in all directions.

The moment I reached the top, I felt something quite overpowering and as I began to scan out over the fields, I wanted to cry. I could feel a surging energy of sadness and sacrifice. Of unbearable pain, fear and anguish. I sensed regret and longing that life was cut short by the carnage that happened that day. No one personality emerged, just a torrent of collective consciousness that made me aware of how many were lost and how much potential was exterminated.

While this experience stayed with me, I did not revisit Antietam until a number of years later. And I did not begin to photograph the battlefield until after 2000. I now try to visit a military cemetery every Memorial Day to send prayers of thanks to those who have done the hard, sometimes thankless work of military service, especially combat in faraway lands.

I did the commemorative posters for Antietam and Gettysburg back in 2009. I wrote the poem about Gettysburg National Cemetery in mid 2008. This is the first time I have posted any of them in public.

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Hallowed Ground

Battlefield valor and the carnage of war
Renders ground hallowed; and burial stones mark
This sacrifice with enduring tribute to those
Who died for principles greater than themselves.

Gettysburg is such a place of honor.
Its fields and cemetery – quietly, serenely beautiful –
Assert a powerful homage to the efforts of so many
Who cried, bled and died for the betterment of others.

When I ponder the sacrifice, I consider this
Pain and suffering in a larger context of ideals
To which our inner voices persistently allude;
As though linked to an ever present source conscience.

What invisible intelligence renders our transient bodies
With a longing for justice, goodness and equality?
What hushed voice whispers such powerful ideals
That a human being willingly endures pain, even death?

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©2017 by Bill Deuster. All rights reserved. For personal use only. Thanks for looking. Comments are welcome!!

The Definitive Psyche

Sometimes my mind catches a small wave of inspiration that sends me down a pathway that defies definition. This poem and its accompanying image is just such a journey. Sometimes if I am unable to meditate enough, I discover rough wrinkles of thoughts that create their own voice. I hope you will ponder this with me. Thanks for looking!!

 

Looking skyward elicits a sense of freedom
That begins in the eyes,
Journeys to the heart,
And rests fulfilled in the soul.

There is a quality of infinity
That opens the mind,
Expands the imagination
And rivets a sense of possibility.

I ponder a birds flight
That looks so playful and curious
So high up in the ethereal blue,
But is more likely task and duty bound.

Then I notice the intruding fence;
A symbol of boundaries,
Restrictions and limitation,
Of oppression and slavery.

I think of the history of the fence
And contemplate the duality of its purpose –
Protector or rejector
Enslaver or provider of safe harbor.

Then I reflect on the nature of the mind
And its ability to live within blurry boundaries;
Cordoned off by invisible ropes
That imply a certain sanity.

Denial and falsehood
Are hallmarks of a properly adjusted modern mind;
Wisdom and truth
The by products of wrestling with lies.

It is the fence and the sky
That symbolize a duality
So important to the battle
Between opposing opposites.

Truth is a lie
In the eye of the non-believer
And a lie is the truth
In the mind of the empirical slayer.

There is no resolution between
The sky and the fence;
Just an uneasy truce
That humbles even the wisest mind.

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All content ©2017 by Bill Deuster. May be used for personal use if so desired.

 

What is the true meaning of the word “face”?

While it was not the night before Christmas, it was, nevertheless, a moment of high energy and expectation. It was the moment more than 25 years ago when I had a bit of inspiration to begin a series I have called Faces. Since that time, I have created more than 50 images that loosely fit into the description of a “face”. I have not done any for a couple of years, but I wanted to share several that were created in the early 2000’s. I will post a few each month for the coming months until the various compositional styles have been revealed.

I would love some feedback from you if you are so inclined. ©1996-2016 by Bill Deuster. All rights reserved. Images may be used for personal viewing if you are so inclined. Thanks for taking a look! The first two share items from an office:

Clip Boy with freckles

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Office Boy on blue

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The open road signifies exporation and discovery

I don’t know about you, but the open road for me has an attraction far greater than just the immediate scene or where I am going at the moment. I don’t why the vision of an open road has such a powerful emotional draw, but it does move me in ways that words fail an adequate description.

Below are several “open road” shots that I took in Iceland back in late September. Iceland is a land filled with an endless supply of such scenes. Note that, though these were shot over several days, the sun was a very shy player.

I am curious how the view of an open road may move you. Let me know 🙂

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