Freitag, März 31, 2006

THE WORLD OF EROS




My Eros

Eros has a bow
and a quiver filled with arrows.
By dint of these arrows
he wounds anybody
who obstructs his passage.
In heaven, on Earth
and in the Hades
Indeed, he doesn’t spare
even his own mother ...


And what did Friedrich Nietzsche say about Eros :-) ?

Christianity gave Eros poison to drink;
he did not die of it
but degenerated
into vice.

The picture above is a pen drawing with red and blue Indian ink. It is the first one of a series to some stories of the Greek Mythology.




Dienstag, März 28, 2006

TWO LOVE POEMS BY MIKE AND RYAN


The most beautiful result of a love story is always reflected by the lover's poems and so I want to publish today two of my nephew's poems ...


What is Love?

Love is hurt
Love is happy
Love is sad
Love is beauty
Love is ugly
Love to me is waking up in my boyfriend's arms.
Love to me is looking in his eyes and seeing love back.
Love to me is feeling him inside me as we become one.
Love to me is knowing he would die for me.
Love to me is when my day is all stormy he holds me and I feel the sun.
Love to me is called Mikey.

(By Ryan)


You and I

The passions you have stirred in my spirit
are more varied than the brilliant hues
glowing as the evening sunsets.

In you I find myself my true essence.

You created a better me
a person I never knew existed.
In you I am complete whole,
for the first time in my life.

Can you see?
The love you spread?
The smiles you bring?
The gentle caring touch
We all love so much?

I never knew what it was like
to have anyone lay down beside me
just to hold me,
feel me,
love me.
Until I met you
how it felt to be wanted just for me.

We're partners and we're soul mates.
This I know is true
We've been there for each other.

When we're sad
and when we're blue
I know I can turn to you
and you to me
for we know:
We're meant to be.


Love is...The sensation that I get
when he walks
into the room.


(By Mike)

Above you can see a sanguine drawing I made of my nephews when they came to my virual studio.

MY NEPHEWS'S LOVE STORY


No, this is not an incestuous love story of two first cousins but it is the real story of two young blogger fellows who fell in love with each other one year ago. And me ... I am the happy witness of their story for I am their uncle, their virtual uncle, of course :-) ...

When I started my blog (november 2004) I was looking for an adapted model for my "Ganymede", the cupbearer and sweety of the Greek Gods an I found him in the young blogger, called :
Ryan
When I've seen the pretty photographs of himself on his blog I knew that he was the ideal model for "Ganymede" and so I asked him if he agrees ... he agreed and I started a series of drawings with him which I published on my blog and my readers liked the drawings very much :-), but shortly after Ryan asked me to delete some of the nude drawings, I've made from him for he worried about getting into troubles because of them. A little bit later Ryan canceled his own blog for he really has got into troubles because of the malevolence of some maniacs.

One day after this I've got a comment of a new young blogger fellow, called :

Mike

Here are the comments to this historic moment, which was the begin of the marvellous love story of Mike and Ryan. Since that time I call them "my nephews" and they call me "uncle" :

Sunday, January 30, 2005

10:13 AM
Mike said...
That is a great drawing. It resembles someone but I don't know who. I will have to think on it and when realize who it is I will get back to you.
1:35 PM
Mike said...
It just come to me after I posted. That's Ryan, that really cute and cool guy from Atlanta. I had visited his blog daily but it has been recently taken down and I wondered what had happened to him.
1:45 PM
castor said...
Thank you, Mike, for your compliments! You are right, my GANYMEDE resembles Ryan indeed! And that serves as proof of the theory that: Everything is possible between heaven and earth as in the art!
7:37 PM

BUT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING IS THAT THIS VIRTUAL LOVE OF MIKE AND RYAN HAS BECOME REALITY!

Sonntag, März 26, 2006

BERTOLD BRECHT / POET AND PLAYWRIGHT


Among the most inventive and influential of modern playwrights, Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956) has left a legacy of important plays and theories about how those plays should be produced. Throughout most of his career he felt that drama should inform and awaken sensibilities, not just entertain or anesthetize an audience. Most of his plays concern philosophical and political issues, and some of them so threatened the Nazi regime that his works were burned publicly in Germany during the Third Reich.

Brecht wrote his most popular play in 1928, a musical collaboration with the German composer Kurt Weill: The Threepenny Opera. The model for this play, the English writer John Gay's 1728 ballad opera The Beggar's Opera, provided Brecht with a perfect platform on which to comment satirically on the political and economic circumstances in Germany two hundred years after Gay wrote.

Brecht's most successful plays are Galileo (1938-1939), Mother Courage (1939), The Good Woman of Setzuan (1943), The Private Lives of the Master Race (1945), and The Caucasian Chalk Circle (1948). But these represent only a tiny fraction of a mass of work, including plays, poetry, criticism, and fiction. His output is extraordinary in volume and quality. It includes plays borrowed not only from Gay but also from Sophocles, Molière, Gorky, Shakespeare, and John Webster, among others.


Here is one of his Love-Poems, I like so much:

TO READ IN THE MORNING AND AT NIGHT.

My love
Has told me
That he needs me.

That's why
I take good care of myself
Watch out where I'm going and
Fear that any drop of rain
Might kill me.

Donnerstag, März 23, 2006

SUJAY SUKUMAR



Sujay Sukumar is a young and very gifted writer and poet which I want to present you today. Sujay has also a great talent for a playwright and I am curious how his artistic life will go on. To know more about him just visit his blog!

Here is one of his poems:

A SHIP OF FOOLS

My ship (No its not!),
Is blue in color,
It’s wobbly and huge,
It keeps going in circles,
Round and round,
The wise men called it ‘Earth’.

Tell me Freud isn’t born yet, or tell me I’m living in a stupor.

I’m seasick, I’m ‘hear’sick, and ‘talk’sick
Basically, I ‘feel’ sick.
The whole ship stinks…

Ahoy, who goes there?
A Nazi? A Moslem? A Chinaman? A Caucasian?
A Hindu? A Buddhist? A believer? A Democrat?
A Communist? An agnostic? A Vagabond? A jehadi?
A junkie? A veggie? A nigger? A Spaniard? A hippie?
……my list is long…

S.O.S – Terrosits aboard !

This ship doesn’t have a raft; it doesn’t have a lifesaver either.

We’re running short of supplies…God (In case you exist) help us!

Oh man, we need fuel to keep this ship going….
These guys will stop at nothing to get their hands on the fuel.
I heard them conspiring war.
They’ll kill babies for fuel they said, and their comrades applauded.
They called it Justice.

There’s enough ammunition on this ship to destroy it 6 times over.
Noah, where are you?

There is a very interesting fact in regard to this poem, because some years ago I made a picture with almost the same theme as you can see above :-)

Dienstag, März 21, 2006

KHALIL GIBRAN


The Arab writer, poet and painter Khalil Gibran is one of my favorite artists who is like a good friend for me since my early days.

Born in Bsharri in Lebanon he immigrated with his family to the USA when he was 12 years old. He lived in Boston for two years. In Boston he met the photographer Fred Holland Day who befriended young Khalil and had a significant artistic and intellectual impact of him.

At the age of 14 Khalil returned to Lebanon attending al-Hikmah high school in Beirut, where he pursued a reformist Arabic curriculum. He also studies religion and ethics.

At the age of 19 Khalil Gibran returned to Boston where he met Mary Haskell, an American school headmistress who supported promising young orphans. It is owing to Mary that he will be able to devote himself to his painting.

In 1905, at the age of 22 Gibran publishes a slight collection of essays at the al-Muhajir Press, on "Music." Encouraged by the director of the al-Muhajir newspaper, Gibran begins publishing the prose poems that will later be collected into Arabic books such as "A Tear and a Smile" and "Storms"
In 1906 Gibran published Spirit Brides (`Ará'is al-Murúj) in New York in Arabic and two years later Gibran published a second book of short stories in Arabic, "Spirits Rebellious". At 25 years of age, Gibran began his two-year stay in Paris, paid for by Mary Haskell, where he studied painting and was influenced by the reigning school of Symbolism.

In 1914 the Arabic anthology of his newspaper prose poems, "A Tear and a Smile," was published in New York by Nasib Arida. Also his paintings were exhibited at Montross Gallery on Fifth Avenuev ... a rare success, since most galleries resisted Gibran's work on grounds of its excessive nudity and modernism.

In 1923 appeared his famous " THE PROPHET ". Its lyricism and simple style make it an immediate and considerable success.

In 1931 Khalil Gibran died at the age of 48 in a New York hospital.

Here is an excerpt of "THE PROPHET":

On Friendship

And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."

Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.


Samstag, März 18, 2006

PHOENIX, THE LEGENDARY BIRD


One of the most fascinating myths of the ancient world is the story about the bird PHOENIX.

According to the Greeks, the bird lives in Arabia, near a cool well. Every morning at dawn, the sun god would stop his chariot to listen to the bird sing a beautiful song while it bathed in the well.

Only one phoenix exists at a time. When the bird felt its death was near, every 500 to 1,461 years, it would build a nest of aromatic wood and set it on fire. The bird then was consumed by the flames.

A new phoenix sprang forth from the pyre. It embalmed the ashes of its predecessor in an egg of myrrh and flew with it to Heliopolis, "city of the sun," where the egg was deposited on the altar of the sun god.

For me this legendary bird PHOENIX became a symbol of renascence in times of crisis and so I made this painting when I was ready to undergo a treatment for Alcohol Withdrawal Symptoms seventeen years ago :-).

Donnerstag, März 16, 2006

JACKY has published his new erotic story "RUPERT'S SILENT NIGHT"


I should like to call your attention to Jacky's new hot story for which I've made some illustrations, as you know :-)

Jacky's Chronicles

Above you can see Jacky's nice bum which he has got by our Lord con amore in a good temper :-)

This drawing should be a surprise for my friend Jacky :-) because, when he was in my studio for the first session, I only made a thumbsketch of his sexy botty which I've finalized now :-)

Dienstag, März 14, 2006

PRMOD BAFNA



Today I should like to introduce to you
Prmod Bafna .

Prmod is a very talented young poet from India, whose poems I like a lot.

Here is one of them:

AS I WALK DOWN THE ROAD

As i walk down the road,
lost in a worldly jungle
of selfishness,
reflecting on life and this
world that was once ours.

Struck by the uneasy feeling
of reality,
sadness fills my heart,
looking at all the blinded people,
and thier effort called survival.

Having closed all the doors
around them,
but, the worldly one where
power, greed and indifference
bred and made merry.

Countless lives lost, the
remaining left grieving, survival
was but cheating death, which
lay at every corner, of
even the most dingy streets.

In combination to this touching text I want to publish one of my paintings, called "Pandemonion 1"

Donnerstag, März 09, 2006

JACKY


Is it a fortaste of spring?

My cyber studio is now like a beeyard, frequented by my cute friends. Yesterday my friend Jacky from
Jacky's Chronicles came to see me :-).
He told me about his new erotic short story and asked me if I will make any illustrations for him.
I agreed with great pleasure and made my first drawing of him. As you can see, he has long hair now what gives him a more romantic look than before ;-) ...

Dienstag, März 07, 2006

BRAD


A few days ago I met my new friend
Brad there, where aren't any limits
between dream and reality for a first session.

Here is the artistic result of a heartfelt affection ...

Montag, März 06, 2006

A PAINTING INSPIRED BY ONE OF SUE HARDY-DAWSON'S POEMS


Dreams

I
Dive,
Opalescent,
Through a pool,
Of scarlet birds,
Gilded in sun,
Splashed up,
Fragile as butterflies,
Confused,
As dreams.
Stolen thought,
Intrudes,
Rubies,
On streams,
Floating on pianos,
Confused,
As dreams.

Visions,
With omissions,
Untroubled,
I,
Dive,
Opalescent,
Through a pool,
Of scarlet birds,
Gilded in sun,
Chasing,
Fragile butterflies,
Confusing as dreams,
I,
Dive
Opalescent
Through a pool
Of scarlet butterflies

(by Sue Hardy-Dawson)

Not so long ago I've read this beautiful and oneiric poem by Sue who inspired me to paint this watercolour you can see above! Thank you, Sue, I hope you will like it!

Sue Hardy-Dawson

OASIS / A POEM BY ANGEL

OASIS

A land forgotten
Not so far away
Over the edge
You will find me
Oasis

A land of water
Dreary ponder
On this night
Of unseen tears
Untouched land
Bring forth
Soaring
Oasis

Lighting strikes
Children cry
People die
But do I stir a blunder
Nay I say
I keep my ways
What was my
Oasis

Hearing you
Seeping threw
As I make my dews
Falling
Crawling

Entering
My Oasis

If you are interested in poems, here is the link to Angel's ( DAVID CARRERO's ) website:

Angel's poems



Sonntag, März 05, 2006

ANGEL RECITES "THE LITTLE PRINCE" by Antoine de Saint Exupéry


TO MY FRIENDS AND READERS:

I want to call your attention to the blog of

Angel !!!


For a short time Angel is using "audioblogging" on his site - this is a small audioclip on which you can hear Angel reading his post :-)

Listening to his likable voice I had suddenly the idea that Angel would be very qualified to recite for example "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Sanint Exupéry and I asked him if he can try to do this!
He agreed and the result is marvellous!

Look, see and listen!


Please go to his blog where you can download (for free :-) ! ) his recitation of Chapter 1 & 2 of Saint Exupéry's wonderful narration!

Here is also the link to "The little Prince" on-line where you can read the story and see the nice illustrations made by the author!


The Little Prince

I hope you will enjoy it!

LOVE AND PEACE;

CASTOR

Samstag, März 04, 2006

THERE IS A SOUNDLESS SCREAM IN OUR GLOBAL VILLAGE ...


In order that this scream won't be choked unpityingly by unscrupulous people who have superficial and shallow attitudes towards life, please visit now the blog of our poet-blogger-friend Cocaine Jesus , for nobody else than he could give such a haunting pronuncimento to our concience as he did there in his post of today.


SILENCE GIVES CONSENT ... SILENCE MEANS CONSENT.

about the painting "Guernica" by Pablo Picasso (1881 -1973) :

Pablo Picasso's painted mural (1937) is an artistic document of bombing of Basque city of Guernica by German airforce during Spanish Civil War. Depicts victims of war, suffering women, children, and horse. Perhaps greatest painting about war ever made. Focuses on victims. Timeless and universal in its themes.

More you can find under : PABLO PICASSO (1881-1973): FROM THE SPANISH CIVIL WAR TO VIETNAM / by David M. Hart



Mittwoch, März 01, 2006

ABOUT A SPECIAL KIND OF MAGNETISM :-) :-) :-)


The magnetism is first of all a common word of our language which applies to the properties of different magnetized metals or still to the magnetic field propagating at the level of the surface of the globe. Up to here nothing again, we are in known ground and nobody will think of noticing these big well sat truths … But under the same word hides another force, much less known and often disputed.

This powerful force is present in every human being and probably as well to certain animals as the dog and the cat … Certain persons shine little or practically not; others, on the contrary possess a natural magnetism indeed over the average. The high natural magnetism is thus what one can call a gift and as any gift, he can and should be cultivated, amplified and "domesticated" especially by that or the one who will want to use it to relieve his fellow
man.

There is also a particular magnetisms in masterpieces of an artist ... you may look the other way but you cannot resist ... :-)


DAVE BARRY says:
“Magnetism is one of the Six Fundamental Forces of the Universe, with the other five being Gravity, Duct Tape, Whining, Remote Control, and The Force That Pulls Dogs Toward The Groins Of Strangers.”