No lines

There is no line
No outline
It works as a drawing exercise
But to live by it is to lose
Spacial awareness in a sea of objects
Focus in a mass of information.

Abandoning form and boundary lines
Constructed by the mind
External action is fruitless
A leak of energy, unmastered
You see everything but also nothing
Raw material remains unmanifest.

It helps to know the eye and the active mind are pulling focus
Ordering reality, not passive observers.
There is no line until you make it
Just don't fight too hard to keep it
As the tension between forms is the
Agitation sparking creativity
Which never can create without grinding,
Pounding, exploding forms and edging out on the wake of change that which must die
Not because it can't co exist
But because it is food for your task
Material for new forms

Words by Maija Liepins
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Written on 2017-01-13 at 13:47

Tags Creativity  Change  Perception 

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I have a poem here somewhere that uses the same writing/drawing metaphor and follows a similar theme overall. Thank you for sharing this. I enjoyed the connection.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I particularly like:

There is no line until you make it
Just don't fight too hard to keep it

So true. I love this process of creation; or, "the" process of creation which you've described in this nicely abstract way, and the physicality of it.

It reminds me of Mondrian—form, yes; but at the same time formless. Well, that probably makes no sense, but it seems right, "ordering reality."