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Keith - Fells Point, Baltimore MD
“If you’ve never smelled green before, go to Ireland, you’ll smell green. People think I’m crazy when I say that; it ain’t like here. Green, period. Aw man, it is so beautiful.”
The Weight of Paper
"I come from sitting cross-legged on empty park benches, from the back row, from neglected corner tables, and deserted swing sets.
From playgrounds and laying flat inside the slide, so I could stare up at the clouds with no one watching, and forget that my soul is caged inside my body, and that my body is tied down by gravity."
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If you don't feel like reading something weighty, I suggest you turn back now, I won't be offended:
I'm going to be writing a book of poetry over the next year, and sharing bits of it online. I make no promises as to if and when it will be released to the public. It contains a lot that I feel extremely uncomfortable showing the world, even those that think they truly know all of me. But that is exactly what is driving me to show it to people. I have a great desire to become more honest. And I fully recognize the possibility that this honesty has the potential to offend a lot of people, and possibly negatively impact some people's opinions of me.
I ask that if you have something negative to say about what I post that you message me, and don't post it in public. This poetry is an art form, as well as an expression and so is completely subjective. Therefore if you want to tell me something I write is "wrong", I will probably ignore you. But if you care to tell me how something effected you, I am happy to listen.
For those that enjoy poetry as an art form, I hope that what I post over the next year can serve in opening your mind to just another individual who is trying to make sense of life. I have no disillusions about trying to inspire people, but pursue this from a place of wanting to find rest for my soul, and to wear the same face to everyone.
I suggest you take this purely for what I've said it is, and don't read into it or freak out in any way. I hope you find the poetry I write enlightening (if not to life in general, at least to my character), and pray that you'll receive it with grace and open mindedness.
Have a splendid afternoon. And as soon as you finish reading this go outside, because the weather is marvelous.
Read St. and Cathedral at Midnight
by Harrison Bonvissuto
Baltimore, MD
Turn
acrylic
by Ivy Ponturo, Huntington NY
Dying For It
photography by Isabella Bonvissuto
an independent artist based out of Baltimore, MD
Newness Is Dangerously Deceptive
acrylic
by Ivy Ponturo, Huntington NY
Suggestions
by Harrison Bonvissuto
So it is with humans
we are all compositions.
the lump sum of everyone we’ve ever known.
ragdolls sewn of threads we’ve kept
from every person we’ve ever met—
are we the pencil sketch underneath the caked
paint on a canvas, or only the freshest brush stroke?
I found that in fact,
we can never quite get to our origin
we can never quite see ourselves, unaccented.
we see only colors, reflections, suggestions
and perhaps, like a painting,
we are only a suggestion, a reflection
of the layers of people and experience
by which we see ourselves.
it is at once a disappointment
and intensely freeing.
Tourist
I'd be getting dizzy, stepping out of a taxi.
take a photo, of a busy street,
that's vacant of regrets.
photography by Isabella Bonvissuto
an independent artist based out of Baltimore, MD
Tourist by Harrison Bonvissuto
prepare to be awed by some awesome art, and some poetry and art pairings that I am equally excited about and inspired by :)
let the art / word anthology project begin!
we are only animals, and sick animals at that.
So I apologize for the sudden dissapearance from this blog. I recently moved and don't have wifi yet at my new place. I promise as soon as I do, to provide a plentiful collection of beautiful art and poetry :)
In a few more weeks I'll be starting a new and exciting art collaboration/anthology with a bunch of amazing artists. Prepare to be amazed :)
"A friend died, so she set out to prepare for life after, for the absence."
-Musings of A Toddler-"I have been living for the past three years and generally enjoy it."
"Today could be colder."
"Some people worry that we will demystify the church."
#ohthehorror
"This is Growing Up"
by harrison bonvissuto