Lit-Visual Alliance Allied Artwork Feature!

Journal Entry: Fri Apr 13, 2012, 9:47 PM

Greetings, Allies! Over the past month or so the group has grown so much and it's good to have that sense of accomplishment. It's because of everyone's participation that we've been able to bring you this feature.

We're pleased to display the first example of literary art inspiring visual art! We do love seeing poems and stories based on visual art here, but it is nonetheless exciting to see the first example of visual art based on literature!

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Transient?Transient?

Do you sing upon the dunes,
   my desert angel,
beneath the black moon
   and brilliant stars?

Do you dance across the sands,
   my shining spirit,
between the smooth earth
   and the infinite sky?

Do you dream of distant worlds,
   my graceful lover,
here beside the gleaming water
   and me?

Will you wake to the faraway call,
   my starry traveler,
here in my planet-bound home
   and go?

Vorübergehend?

Singen Sie auf den Dünen,
   mein Ödlanderengel,
unter dem schwarzen Mond
   und den leuchtenden Sternen?

Tanzen Sie über die Sande,
   mein glänzender Geist,
zwischen dem glatten Boden
   und

Our illustrious admin =AzizrianDaoXrak has once again written an amazing poem to go along with a piece of visual art:

Devil WomanMaría, María,
apóstola santa,
mía—

My confessor—
angel digging
talons
into my shoulder,
head full
of tangled copper wire,
winding roads
of electrical impulses

changing plus to minus

plus to minus…

Static
over the radio:
weather forecast,
flurries this evening—
furious violin songs
and a sleet
of broken horsehairs.

Synapse to synapse.

…

Pues si está el mal
en que los use una mujer,
pues ¿en qué está
el serlo yo ?
But no,
devils
we are not.

Oh, cannibal!
Take my heart
between your teeth!
Clutching forest skirts and
wickedly
offering a heartbreak s based on

Alliance enthusiast ~Synnic has once again created a wonderful piece of literature to go with a visual art piece:

The Water ChildThe Water Child is waiting
Down by the lake.

Stay away!

She does not know
How to play with humans
And they break. based on

Newcomer ~RussianTim presents a stunning interpretation of a visual work:

Freedom and the Summer of CarbonThere's a band aid on her ankle
bleeding up her thigh and onto her neck.
A right handed whiskey bottle slung
over her razor wire shoulder .
Today, the train track was a catwalk .

Nothing about her hair or her lip ring
cried out "Help me". No, she was the
collective pulse and the sun couldn't set
until she took off those shades.
…I couldn't leave until I found her eyes.

She shouted over the whistle of an approaching train.

"Sometimes you can find lumps of coal tucked between the rails.
They turn into diamonds. Didn't you know?"

"I think that process takes a really long time."

"Time is all I have…and coal."

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And we're happy to see our own awesome admin, =QuiEstInLiteris creating so much beautiful poetry based upon the visual art in our gallery:

The WandererMy world dissolves into autumn,
the shade and the fire draped about my throat
like so many jewels.
I met the mist as an old lover,
let the dew paint my lips
with the scent of harvest.
In a white memory, you are still walking away,
down that same road.
Your hair was shining like the fall.
Your shape in the fog beckons;
ghost or vision, I care not.
I lose myself. based on

On AyalaBeneath the trees, betwixt the stately pines,
the Lady and her beastly Lord see all.
The wealdkin loose their tongues and raise their heads
to lift the forest heart with secret songs.
And in their verdant halls, the twain hold court,
attended by the eagle, fox, and hart,
accepting tribute, as is their just due.
A force of heroes, sleeping at their feet,
lie cold and white, until the time shall come
to rise again and fly beyond the mists
in service to the King Returned. But now
a time more yet must pass before they wake,
and life shall slumber still within their veins
until the Lord and Lady call them back
to take their place in based on

On my own apocalypse

If silk could melt
to drip down arms and goosebumped legs
in scarlet rivers, serpentine,
it seems only right
that the sky should burn as well.
Like roses heaped upon a stage,
cloaked in tumultuous applause,
the end will fall in exultation.
Shall we stand upon the shore
and taste the salt upon our lips,
basking in the last breezes
before the Breaking?
These last days are a ball,
a promenade of bliss,
sublime devastation,
a eulogy of memory.
Shiva, ever the gentleman,
asks for one last dance. based on

On -Owl-

Night-eyes are watching me,
candles in the dark,
a refractory guardian on guileless wings.
Is that the click of pearls I hear,
or enameled talons, a hungry beak?
When she primps and preens,
I sometimes find
feathers
in her hair,
sleek pinions under her dress.

Good morning, twilight lady. based on

Mud Luver

She spent the morning in the past, reclaiming childhood.
The raindrops felt like second grade, if second grade
could run down a back or stick hair to cheeks.

Red boots brought back picture books, mud splatter up to
the waist, disregarded. The way the lightning freezes time
in bright instants, every drop a crystal ball in reverse,
sharing tea parties that once were, and gourmet mud pies.

Umbrellas are a hindrance, unless they're used for dancing.
Time resumed at noon, when working women must punch in,
but the seven-year-old smile stays put, with the mud under
the nails that life cannot wash away. based on

We're pleased to have two examples of art trades this time around:

An Angel's JourneyAn Angel's Journey

It has been a long journey to get where she is,
Walking in this darkness for so many years,
Lost in the shadows of her twisted mind,
Reliving the pain, that she was unable to leave behind,
So this darkness became her world; a blanket of a sort

In her world of darkness she stands on a cliff,
Looking out at the waves as they dance in the sea,
She remembers how she got here,
Remembering how it used to be,

Believing here she was safe from harm
Where no one could touch her heart,
Losing her inside this world;
It became a sanctuary for her soul;

Darkness brought a quiet and silence
That was nee based on

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Alone?Why is it I can hide?
Why is it no one notices
That I am dying inside?
My heart is cold & numb.
My soul...
Missing.
I laugh
And no one notices the fakeness.
Will anyone ever see?
Or am I doomed to always
Feel like I am alone?

Trade with ToxicAlice92When the world is crashing down
When I don't think I can
Hold on one more moment
You were there
Caressing my hair
And telling me it'll be alright
When the world turned cruel
And uncaring
You stood by my side
And fought back the demons
And when the past came back to haunt me
And caused me so many sleepless nights
You remained awake
And talked with me
Until I fell asleep
To dream of you
Every day you make me fall for you
Every day you show me
Just how much you improve my world
Just by holding my hand
So with every hug
With every kiss
And every softly spoken word of encouragement
Know
That you make me stronger
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Finally, we would like to thank =deinktvis for his incredible enthusiasm and participation. He's made a considerable contribution to the group through his effort in creating new art with the group's theme in mind:

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intestinal ogham

the future's pattern
scrawled in blood, organs, and bile
across the altar.

we look to the haruspex
to seine the truth from the flesh. based on

syzygy

my soul
resonates
in sweet sympathy with all;

in ohm
find home;

sacramental frequencies
sublimate
my whole. based on

void-dweller

it is chaos given form,
one our minds cannot embrace.
its foul tongue, a locust swarm;
click and whir and carapace.
in bleak depths it was still-born,
the soul spawn of a dead race.

our battle is lost;
our will: less than meaningless
to the varelse. based on

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And a collaboration between =deinktvis, *offermoord and ~silvernium

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We'd also like to take this time to remind everyone about the contest [link] we're running! Still plenty of time you for guys to enter before the 25th!

We sincerely hope you've enjoyed this feature.

'Til next time,

The

team:

ps: Thanks to =Evlydia for preparing most of this article.

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~Synnic Apr 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks for the feature.

Having this group was an awesome idea! It's a great source of inspiration and I look forward to submitting more things in the future.

=LadyofGaerdon Apr 20, 2012 Professional Writer

We're glad to have yoU~!

=ChristabelleLAmort Apr 14, 2012 Digital Artist

Amazing feature! Thank you very much

=LadyofGaerdon Apr 16, 2012 Professional Writer

You're welcome!

=Christianonfire7 Apr 14, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Do you just pick a piece you like and write about it, or do you have to commune with the artist first?
I look forward to being a part of this group.

=LadyofGaerdon Apr 16, 2012 Professional Writer

You can pick any piece anywhere on dA. You do not have to contact the artist, but they might be interested to see what you come up with!

We're happy to have you.

=Christianonfire7 Apr 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Awesome. Thanks. ^^

=LadyofGaerdon Apr 16, 2012 Professional Writer

You're welcome. By the way, your avatar is totally adorable.

=Christianonfire7 Apr 16, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks. ^^ It's suppose to be my kitty Star. ^^

=LadyofGaerdon Apr 16, 2012 Professional Writer

Aww.

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