Art and Human Liberation

Art is not the slave-built things of conquest-nations.
Art is ceaseless paths to human liberations.

Art is not the artist: the ego freshly sold.
Art is democracy, springing fresh, barely told.

To feast on artist is idolatry forlorn.
Art is villageocracy ceaselessly reborn.

Art redeems our besieged human nature:
The Soul's tongue, without regard for nomenclature.

The spirit-storm felling written storied-steeple;
Art is the instinct to liberate the people.

Art is the fair, naturally selected rights restored;
The call, to which artist, by conscience is implored.

All are inspired; all reborn and able.
Our Soul kindles light upon this table.

Behold not stage: for artist's limelight glow;
Soul-art, not artist, is truest light of Home we'll know.



Copyright 2012  L.S. Heatherly

Art, Nature, and Intelligence

By L. S. Heatherly

We use the words, art and artist, often, and in only one
sense of reality. Beyond our expedient, illusional reality, there
is a deep, pure, human art only reachable, during states of
cleansed, restored, primordial consciousness; only
reachable through traveling back in time and being,
back into natural human being and Earth-place.

Back there, in fleeting recovery of our primordial being,
we restore some reunification with our original, human
essences still in ecological balance, still there deep down
in the primordial self, still authentic to us, as a species
of our evolved, two million year-old, human family.

We are pulled by the call of the wild back into this true, human
art--into some recapturings of our whole, pure self--but only
upon such inspired, restorative, and healing journeys.

And, the farther we travel back into our natural, human
self-life-world, the more pure art -- the artifacts of pure, whole
self--we discover to be excavated, and restored back into our
human lives and souls, now debilitated with infection, now
diminished by scar-tissue, surrogative behavior--due to invasive
pollution-toxins--the artificialities of civilization.

The truest, purist, most genuine, human art is that which
restores humanity and Earth-life as one. It reimplants, it
reinhabits --in consciousness or deed-- the human soul,
in some measure, to its natural state within Earth-life.

We enter again our Earthly evolutionary flow;
our natural humanity flowing within Earth's evolution.
Dwelling again midst life on Earth,
We restore to us the only life we can, ever,
richly experience in an ecological reality;
can ever perennially reproduce for posterity
in autonomous,eco-community habitats.

Those looking for remnants of life on Mars or moons
are in denial about the meaning and value of life:
a deep, wide eonic process, creating succeeding species,
and changing them to fit within the whole process of evolutionary life.

Such specialists have been specialized out of the ability to
understand and behold what human life really is.
They have specialized their vision with artificial scopes,
as well as their perception and intelligence, with these and 
many other artificial activities, objects and phenomena.

Can artificial, adulterated understanding, vision and intelligence,
engaged in artificial, human culture and society, bear any
promise of understanding two pure, natural things, called Life
on Earth and her Humanity! The sight, senses and mind of
science and art, as well as their fostered, 'civil' institutional
enterprises, become blind to real, natural, evolved
Living Nature, blind to real, natural intelligence and
consciousness: thereby, they become blind to real sustainable,
natural, human culture.


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True literature is marked by its piercing into the hearts,
lives and very souls of its closest readers:
accomplishing with mere written words,
some of what others do
through communal actions,
loving relationships
and family blood.


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