Poetry

by Pete Holly

We live,our time,confused
-and so-
Men kill to live-and lies own souls,
To take possession-not difficult to think,
Make's it happen-is only to blink,
Quick like a tiger,Death is surmised,
-for unknown soldiers-
-no tears cried-
and yet the crowd-Stand's Back !
-as if shocked-
When a boy comes home-Dead in a box
Where did he journey-no one knows
and what made him hurry-
To aquire state of bones
Questions endless-answers unfullfilled,
So we that sent him-
Lay beside Graves-Still

Where God Is

by Malcolm Boyd

Some people have very definate idea's about where God is.I recall speaking about
evangelism,of all things,to a group of suburbanite's in an inner-city church building where
they meet once a week.Otherwise they never go near the place and want nothing at all to do
with anybody who lives in the neighbour-hood,which is a poor one.Evangelism {for them}
concerns India,Brazil, and Ghana.I happened to ask these evangelistic people if they had ever
been inside the tavern across the street from the church.They reacted in shock and not a little
anger."Your here to talk about evangelism" someone reproved me.So God couldn't be in the
tavern.Then ,precisely,where would He be?

The Enigma of De Chirico's Anonymity

by Pete Holly

Before Dali,Breton,Magritte,and before Piccaso's and others cubism,De Chirico had
allready painted the forerunners of what would become modern surrealistic painting.
Though called Meta-physical painting what De Chirico had achieved before any other
was nothing less than a world as Surreal and seemingly unreal as anything ever
produced by the Surrealist's Painters at a latter date.Futhermore,De Chirico 's paintings
have an other worldly ghostly quality that one doesn't find in the surrealism that was to
come latter.This is not to say Dali did not refine and create his own magnificent
surrealism-it is just to say-or state as fact that De Chirico broke the glass shield of
realistic based painting first-in the most moving and unique Stylization technique's.
That he is not known for this is the mistake.Perhaps when one study's the
surrealism of the 20th century we should remember from now on to start with De
Chirico.We will all be the better off for it.

An Army of Artist's

by Pete Holly

We are survivors of a great war.Thou it's begining was never officially declared-it has
been raging on-all through our lives.For as long as any of us has known.I remember my
foster brother Eric.A small man,with blonde hair.Together we fought so many battles with
music and humor.The last i heard of him-he was in central America.No-one has heard a word of him since.Perhaps he died there.I'll never know.Still to me,he will allways be a survivor.
When no one else believed in me-he still did.So together we became artists for the record
book's.Oh yes,we made our mark on this country.One that it will not soon forget.
And Johnny,dear sweet Johnny.Eric insisted we ask him to be our drummer.I
didn't think he'd he'd be interested but somehow Eric knew he would.He was the best
drummer we ever had and the best warrior.He helped us win many battle's-a brave soul
our Johnny.All the bands i had listened to growing up in California he had in his collection.
He saw me playing in Hollywood 10 years ago.There he was with his brother Red who i knew
from when we had stayed with his family in La Puente,recording our first record in 1980.
What day's those were ! Seeing our dreams come true,Eric,Johnny and I.All still young-just 23-
Brave Boy's becoming brave Men in a war that still rages.How we fought as brothers,An Army
of Artist's.May we live on forever-the war continues.Even as we grow old the battle's are
still new.They await you young artists,of the next generation.Good luck in your cause.We
carved away through the Jungle for you.Follow it to Glory you brave young artist's of this
new century.And be Proud.For the cause you have chosen is perhaps the greatist.Fight on-
for Love and Glory.How sweet these memories will be-when you are old like me.

Written by Pete Holly-Copyright-2010-All Rights Reserved