The Wilderness is Burning

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“Rainbow” on Mt Wellington “I am Tired” by Fernando Pessoa

We smell smoke. The ancient forests are burning. yet still we deny Climate Change and so the wilderness is no more. “Rainbow” wears his bright colours to hide his tiredness of human’s capacity to pretend. That and he is an eternal optimist that the young will find a way not to deny the truth and save our planet.

I am Tired by Fernando Pessoa

I am tired, that is clear,

Because, at certain stage, people have to be tired.

Of what I am tired, I don’t know.

It would not serve me at all well to know

Since the tiredness stays just the same.

The wound hurts as it hurts

And not in function of the cause that produced it.

Yes, I am tired,

And ever so slightly smiling

At the tiredness being only this-

In the body a wish to sleep,

In the soul a desire for thinking

And, to crown all, a luminous transparency

Of the retrospective understanding…

And the one luxury of not now having hopes?
I am intelligent; that’s all.

I have seen much and understand much of what I have seen.

And there is a certain pleasure even in tiredness this brings us,

That is the end the head does still serve for something.

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About graffittigranny

I am sending these sculptures out into the world to have a dialogue with those interested in some of the existential questions like what are we all doing here? and what is the meaning of our existence if any? Each sculpture has a" twin". One twin stays at home under the safety of a somewhat boring bland roof of a dolls house found in hard rubbish. The other is left out in the world somewhere with a poem to engage you in these questions of our existence and our memories. Which existence is better? Is there such a thing as a better life? The poems are sometimes in French because the Xmas fortune cookie said " The sum of human knowledge is not contained in any one language." I hope over time a dialogue might begin where the sculptures create a means for us to relate in the quiet of the blog site. What this dialogue will mean or not is yet to be revealed!
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