Lovey'all

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Anthology of poetry and thoughts of the sublime Scotttish artist Lovey’all:

A piece of paper is three-dimensional
Home-made or produced in a factory.
It can bungle, float on water, fly through the air.
On paper one can write, draw and paint,
Yes paper can be sharp as a knife to inflict mortal wounds
Or soft, one's arse can be wiped with it.
All of these are three-dimensional affairs.
However, paper could be transformed into art
If those mystifying dimensions are added to it,
Those that originated in mind and spirit
All different from and not limited
By spatial and material conceptualizations.
Yes Even shit can be pure magic!

Intellect ay taste ur both in the same domain af conscious human experience.
Intellect cumprises understandin' by means af cultivated ay trained intermediatin' thooghts ay feelin's which ur used as tools tae describe the surroonding warld.
Ay ultimately intellect main be leadin' taeward a final conclusion, validation ay valuation af suime subject af study ay will pruiperly be tendin' taewards objictivity, which main be challenged ay tested by pruidiction af proof ur contraproof.
Och aye, intellect ay its definitions is jist the cleeever mental means tae describe wannabody sensation ay perhaps aaaaw af them sensations af ur sensorium fur that matter. Which cud be quite enligtening tae oan another level af comprehendin'ur bein'ay existence. Jist hink af the fascination af detailled descriptions af the warld aaaaw aroooond us! Aaawsae thoughts dae arooose emotions ay sensations tae. Sae sae! In describing the subjective ur intellect can nae easily be liberated frae its conditioning ay training. Sae it can describe clearly bit still can nae easily avoid tae be dissolved in the subjective. Jist loch drops af milk that ur falling in a container af clear water. Ay tae be victoriooos in sich battle, wan will be expending great amoonts af energy.

Ay waddaboot taste! Taste is a totally subjective thing. Taste includes a body af pirsinal preferences af certain things af the warld which we main choose ay select as ur pirsinally belooved, bit which choices ur alsae highly based oan ciltivated ay conditiooned affairs, ay alsae taste will be leadin' tae certain final conclusions ay validations, bit these will be mair tendin' taewards sibjictivity, which main change as frivoloosly as the individu pirsinality be sibjicted tae changes.

That's wot me intuition teeeels me. Ah cud be wrang, bit ye mukkers main correct me afcoorse. We main be spikin' as in downunder: A helluva clever man, och aye, is as a reawl Joey residing in 'is mommy's pouch bizzy suckin' ay bevvy 'er great furry nipple that squirteth the guid milk.

Bleedin' geeza, thumb-suckin' pervert!
Shame on human frivolities!
A bloomin' cherry dogg starves ter death in the streets of Costa Rica!
Poverrty aw the same like anyone else, Art sha ur nae!.
But who main take the freedom and showin' off the death of a pitied creature for 'is intent?
Should compassion nae be the message instead of cruel drivel.
I renounce murdered animals for art ur sculptures !
Looking in the mirror every morning when waking up.
Ah nae wanna see the drivel for Arte Macabre
The third rate lunatic practice
Worthy of Texas chainsaw massacre genre.
Alas, pitied art ! They caaaa it art?
Tae drowned a bee live Noah's ark's shark
In formaline ter call it Art?

Smartasses with lotsa sophisticated tokking.
Never underestimate artists eh.
Chaos ? Do you really know chaos?
Then why in heaven's sake wankering
Abit little things that ha’e great consequences.
When the mind swings like a butterfly
And one git’s a lust for almond bread.
While eating wondering about the specks of almond in the dough
Then one may get mad from dreaming of bifurcated twigs
On the rampageous growth of the population of identical twins
Even thinking oneself as Julie.
Yeah, yeah, chaos theory seeks to find order
In the unpredictable unknown with fickleness
That's leading the human mind to believe the illusions it sees
While peeking into the deep darkness of its innate despair.
And so infinity invites us to seek for its comprehension.
And so we may see amidst all variation a vague resemblance
Of things we already knew or have a memory of.
And so we enter the fields of the human mind
Its respectable awe inspiring attempts to see the darkness itself.

I hear my sheep bleating in exasperation,
Ah must check the damn Nessie monster terrorizing them again.
Sae cock yer shotgun tae searching the darkness for monsters.
Now whaddayasay, eh.

Pardon me, sir: there main be a misunderstanding taking place here.
Sae I inserted coins in the few remaining analog phones
Near the corner where I live.
I hud to make an urgent call to the magnificent Lovey'all.
Me sweet mukker, the sublime artist.
Ah caaa tae awake him from a peaceful sleep.
Jist to ask if chaos exists.
Tokking chaotically again…..
Listen guid mukker, chaos exists!
Chaos is things in a non-linear order
That is not easily and readily comprehended by the human mind.
Yet not so for the guid wooly sheep beasties that remain in the glens,
Sometimes unpredictably in the darkness of these Scotluunder nigties.
Och aye I mean those puir beasties
That see all and the whole ay their universe in thatvery same manner
And constantly bleating of its praise its self-evident fact
Aand I can testify of thes' at anytime
When I enter the sheep pen in thes'cold dark highlain winter nights
Each time and again after the terrible Nessie frae the Loch has paid there a visit.
And it main last at least a body ay wan week
Before the puir beastie creatures tae regain their composure.
After such turbulence created in their natural domicile.
But also: chaos is to be observed
In all other kind of phenomena around us taking place.

But pay attention nooo
When wespeak of chaos we do not speak af chaos THEORY!
Then we speak af the system of human beliefs, premises and mental hypotheses
Aaaaw ubscribing the attempting to distinguish ORDER in chaos itself.
So there are the Mandelbrot set of numbers and Fractal equations according to Koch
Mathematical inventions by the human mathemical mind to describe such order.
But then again: describing a mathematical order in what.
Is it not in chaos of the mind itself, that is a product of chaos itself.
So now yer staring into spirals and tunnels, huh!
Seeing the phenomenon of endless repetitiveness repeating itself at a rate of 4,669, huh.
Now ye know the number which is the constance of yer mathematical universum, huh. Mathematical, yet still in virtual dimensions, huh.
Not seeing the difference between virtual models and the essence of naked reality in its bare essence.
Now whaddayasee now, huh.
Seeing countless scintillations of awareness
That repeatedly penetrate yer shield of being
In an randomly manner yet seemingly simultaneously arranged in large conglomerates, huh. Feeling their pressure awakening reasoning in ye, huh!
Seeing them unseen forces tumbling and rolling toward ye
So as to create strange blurring spots before the visual field of yer fainting eyes, huh!
Seeing chaos turning ye pale in the cheeks, so as it to slowly take on the aspect of a snowflaked banana, huh!......."
Thus the telephone said toot toot
Only the sound of dripping saliva,
Me mukker hud fallen asleep on the horn.


Tae sing wi'Georgie Boy:
"Dae ye reawlly wanna hirt me...dae ye reawlly wanna hirt me sae bad..."
Bit ye cannae never nae hirt me, me guid mukker!
Ay Ah dae nae wanna hirt ye.
Aaawthoogh: Ah certainly can maul ye tae shreds ay death, ye ken.
Bit ye av' bin hirt mair than enuf by other bonkerz
So Ah will abstein frae hirting ye,
Loch's befitting tae a true gentleman, eh.

I love my sweet female with the bampot head
Me chookie fried, magpie oan the bed
At night wi’single malt we stared at the stars
Entangled estrangled our love in our burning hearts…

I oveahud ye saying:
"A good painter need not give a name to his picture, a bad one must…”
This according to a Polish proverb...I thought this over
Saatchi forrrumite bonkers now tokking Polish proverbs?
What Ah main think ay that? No relevance whatsoever.
Me guid mukker, listen: if them proverbs where that guid,
Them Polish wouldn't cross their borders en masse
Tae come tae polish ay paint our thingies here in the West, wouldn't they.
Pay heed ay guid attention, nooo: Name giving is an important matter.
I do hate aw them ultramodern fads,
Ay one ay them is the matter of unnamed artworks.
I feel they miss a guid opportunity by refusing to give an artwork a proper name.
First: the Unnameable is something which shuld be only reserved fur the Unnameable.
Which is supposedly tae be a hellotta muire
Than that one miserable thingy that a poof boy artist has occasionally made.
Ain't that so!
Secondly: anything that has passed the stage frae nuthin'ness tae its final creation,
Has gotten birth in thes'warld ay urs,
Ay hav become into finitely intae concrete being,
So it is entitled ay does deserve a proper name jist as anything that exists.
Thirdly, the selection ay a proper name does reveal whether the maker has true insight in what has been created and that it is not merely some lucky hit.
Ur else it main mean that the puir fella mist be a lottahell unsure ay himself,
Ay but one thing will be sure: that his expression surely does lack clarity ay umabiguousness which are the factors which art denoting one's real talent.
To give no name to one's work ay art main mean
Jist a timid wanker ay an artist who is intimidated
To express the working ay the keenness ay his mental setup.
Ur else it main mean he's jist one helluva arrogant fecker
One with nae respect wutsoever fur anything
And who does nae know anything at all.

The phone jist went toot toot on this peaceful sunday morning.
In the far distance I hud caught the sound ay a lonely church bell tolling
Ah suppose that mass must jist have ended.
I suspected that my matey must have been preparing himself
With tea and butter scoonies
To receive the vicar on his weekly visit
To the beloved sheep of his parish.

Beauty can nae be measured?
First, everywannabody with a pruiper functioning sensorium can distinguish wot he likes most ur nae. Fur example bird nest ur shark fin soup ay Scoootlunder clam chooder;
Secondly: wannabody may lurn tae distinguish mair sibtle distinctions in that abody ay combined sensations after cerebral processing ay interpretation af these bampoot stimuli ay signals ay added with ur own bonkerz temperament ay sentiments intae pruiper sibjictive experience af the objictive warld beyond urselves. Sae Sae! Noo wan can alsae distinguish:
- Pleasant beauty: nice, bit Ah can still live withit seeing it, let's say like a fair Scootlunder maiden that we 'ave spitted in a glance tiptoeing in the bizzy streets af Edinburg;
- Squirting beauty: och aye, makes wannabody wet in the pants ay drooling frae the blabbermoothie, like the Chinky waitress in that Goookie takeaway joint at the corner who sold us those damn guid lumpia eggrollies, eh;
-Quite Unbearable wi'life Beauty: mist have it...mist have it....ur Ah very well main die withit ever hud it! Loch bird ur shark fin soup ur even Nessie, when the Loch wud ever git accidentally polluted with loads af female huirmones.
Thes'being oanly an example fur ye tae puinder. Quite frivoloos this sibject, eh Snapz!

Tay lang succinctly guid said th' critic wi' a tain ay voice dryer as dry desert sands he lashed it thus sharply woondin' a tender sool that ay thes wretched artist singin' ance mair a lonely ballad reminiscent ay his life times.

As seen through brisk autumn weather
My valley, brooks and streams, all this glen
In the far distance moorheads growing foamy
And this cold wind increasly roaming
To make me shiver and quiver
While it cries to me
Like a cruel banshee
Escaping its obscure hell
It screams to me in the wind I can tell:
Are the sheep safe in the pen ?

The essence of art is emptiness.
Art's jist a fecking idea that main get expressed by woteva means
That main invoke certain feelings in those who art perceiving ay appreciating the result.
And when thes'array ay certain emotions rrrreally correspond to the maker's original intent ay content and that which all main be filled tae the brim with emptiness, it e'en main be guid art as its expression then is unfaltering clear and umabiguous.
Thes'art me wuirds of the one true outsider peeking in and speaking truth from his heart.
I think that what has been said here cud be enough reason to take one down immediately.
And you know why:
Becoz'this ain't a world of truth ay sincerity,
But merely on of delusion ay arrogant deception.
Wot to think of thes' riddle.
Somehow it reminds of the one lustrous jewel
That got lost in the sewage of the pig pen.
Now whaadaysay, huh.

Yeah right, thanks fur yer heartfelt response and have me regards tae. Jist take the yoghurt and dae nae limit yerself tae one a body wan bottle, but take a whole crate of it, me sweet mukker, I'll buy ay prosit tae ye with a troch'arogg. And wishing that it may become ye very well me guid mukker.


Thinking too metaphysically c.q.esoterically, please allow me to quote an old college dictate of bygone days in art school:
"A pragmatic interpretation of Quality in fine visual arts/ performing art forms may apply to the various disciplines such as painting, sculpture, dance, theatre, architecture, printmaking. And where applicable, 'quality' of a work of art could be defined as it possessing 'some' inherent superiority compared to its likes in the same category and/or its contemporaries, and which may be explained in terms of a high degree of 'appreciability' by way of its very inherent characteristics such as: exquisity of constituent materials, high level of applied skills, stunning composition, great creativity, clear/subtile expression of intent, greatness of content and all other inherent characteristics or peculiarities which educatedly may deem that work of art as highly appreciable in 'the eye' c.q. experience of the connoiseur beholder.
....Also equally pragmatically important in the subject of high degree of quality is in it being linked to a parallel high degree of potential monetary value and worth of exchange especially in corporate terms. In essence: when having detected this series of characteristics in a particular work of art, it could be pretty well advisable to just buy the bloody thing and stack it under your cozy bed as you may happilly expect that with the years the price may steadily rise and the lucky owner could feel himself as happy as a certain mister Charlie and I don't mean the one living in North Vietnam."

Well then, do I believe in a God! I'd say there exists a holy spirit in the universe.
It appears and can be seen at places where there's water. And when seen, one may see it stretching itself far out in and towards infinity. It is the one who's responsible for humanity as a whole as it exists in the water that covers the body of this earth and to which it gave life and personal awareness. And none what pertains to humanity nor animal kingdom whatsoever is strange to it. As it simultaneously is experiencing the totality of creation within the deepest core in our very miserable selves. Are we not part of this spirit that exists in our bodies consisting for 97% of (life activated)water. Therefore the Bible starts saying that: "In the very beginning the spirit of God soared over the waters..." and lo behauld, so water has become its carrier to have produced all life.
The source of this is the unimaginable mystery that testifies of the genesis of the great cosmos itself. Its source is none other than the primal One Source who has given birth to all that exists. Right from nothing into stages of gaseous, liquidness, solidness of sheer matter, galaxies, stars, solar systems etc. And when our heart is aware of this living presence that giveth life and awareness to us, we feel engulfed by its grace. A sensation somewhat as a combination of humbleness and deep empathic love and understanding affection for all that exists as we may discern the reason of it. And at the same time makes us wonder: if we are capable of experiencing this kind of communication that it has with us, and the sheer unbelieveable unattainable mystery of its source, then should we not be able to join and unite the best of our experience into a deep understanding, so that we ourselves may be a kind of mysterious spirit too. One that for one time is benevolently existing free beside all other forces in this universe of wonders, existing in a harmony of mythical proportions with it all which is our deepest longing to be ultimately free.

Sae sae, weeeel hello me guid mukkers. Tokking af guid ay evil noo? What dae the issue af knaeledge af guid ay evil'as tae dae wi'anger, eh. Dae ye artist nae ken wot anger is?
Weeeel me guid mukkers, anger 'appens when suimething gits reawlly stirred ay agitated inside ur emotional array af feeelin's. Ay anger will 'appen when we experience injustice. Then instantly realizing that wan is powerless against the overwhelming forces that main be, sae we can oanly get angry. Ay then immediately a lifetime conditioned response af self-pity sets in. Ay then wannabody crumbles intae bitter tears, throwing wanself oan the gruind ay tearing ip the clothes af the buidy ay ripping af plicks af wannabody hairs ay banging wan's heed ay fists oan suimething solid. Weeeel that's anger, me guid mukkers. Och aye, thaur's alsae the variant af chruinically grinding wi'teeth ay bitin'the toongue ay clenching the fists ay daydreamin'af hooo tae get even. Never oveahud af mair complicated variants af anger? Weeeeel waddabout the wan variant af tirning anger intae wantin'tae get even wi'the whole warld! This means intense anger is tirning inwards, becoz the reflection af the whole warld is in wannabody's own inner being, ain't that sae. Weeeeel, thaur has bin born the lethal cynical ay erosively sarcastic mukker who's blindly thumping oan canvas or clay. Ay he main even be thumpin'oan other mukker's faces ay wi'aaaaw the strength that wannabody got inside wanself. Verrrry interisting sibjict, me mukkers! Ah estimate it's the sickness af 98 percent af thes'forrrrrum.


Weeel, ye guid mukkers ur sae nice taenigt that Ah will confide ye suime tips oan the sibjict af anger. Ye artist mukkers seem tae be in dire need af this. Weeeel, me guid mukkers, remember wan thiing: anger can be used pruiperly as any reaction ur stimulus tae find the power tae seek ay find intelligent solutions tae alleviate ur finally solve the dire predicament that 'as caused the emotion af anger ur rage. Thes'phenomena ur bit crude energy that's seeking tae outbirst in an explosion af sheer violence. Bit this main be avoided by use af keen intellect that is devoid af any burdening selfpity. This means accepting that wan's life always will be a neatly fitting puzzle. Ay noo thes'neat pizzle broooght this anger oan yer path. Aaaaw sae perfectly fitting ye dae feel anger. Ay even when yer life main be fallin' apart, at least it will fall apart as a perfectly fitting neat pizzle in ten thaesend pieces. Waddayasay noo, eh! Sae, what can that particular be that's causing this anger? It's naebody's fault, ye ken. Yer angry, sae yer alive in the perfect neat pizzle af yer very own life! Sae it's life itself that's caaaing ye to live ay let live, rule ur forgive. Sae Sae! What ave we seen 'ere: anger 'as bin sublimated tae fruitful wise puindering. This is the same natural process that noo has been canalized pruiperly to speeden ip personal evolootion. Ay probably nooo ye will be mair fruitful in the future. If that mechanism daes nae help, then there folloos the muist real fearfil af struggles: anger that mist be controlled by sheer fear. This suime puiple dae experience: they get sae angry at first, ay then they get afraid ay e'en panicked frae themselves, so afraid they ur, that they wuild nae succeed tae withold themselves anymair ay then chaos will break loose. Bit if that perticular sensation is nae sae acuteay threatening, it's a fact that strong fear main be an able control measire tae tame anger. It even main tame anger at the point af some wannabody becoming sae meek loch a wooly sheep, och aye, jist tae prevent this extreme emotion af panic frae wannabodies own anger with the possible threat af chaos ay the dark ravine ur the great rift in the mind itself.
If fear can nae control anger, then naething main help these puir puiple. Alas, they will end up in leather straps ay heavily sedated while frothing at the corner af the cirsing blabbermoothie. Wan main even becum chruinically sick, depressed, sad ur die frae sheer anger, ye ken. Which means energy has becum extremely negative ay in sich case it then folloos perverted ways tae find suime temporary ventilation af the pathological kind. Sae y'all be warned, sairrrrrrs! Och aye, anger main be sae sibtle ay suimetimes it main be sae fierce.

Och aye, ye meek fellooos let me tell ye suime other little secret af anger. Ye ken the muist fearfil variant af anger. Nae? Ah will describe it tae ye: It's the variant that main be seen at suime perticular kind af pirsin. The wannabodies who git angry, bit nae react with coarseness, ruideness ay violence. Nae, they dae nae e'en cirse. They jist start tae laugh ye right in the face. Ay that kind af laughter they demunstrate is wannabody wan that 'as a certain kindo' alarm tae it. Ay their eyes get widely peering ay staring ye reit intae the very core af yer soul, sae ur their eyes ur birning dark like charcoal, ay the white af their eyes get fiery red vein streaked. Bit then... the dangerous laughter sibsides, ay behauld! The ominous grimace siddenly transforms intae a nice benevolent smile! Och aye, their eyes begin tae saften ay shine wi'the listre af wisdom ay pure ken awareness. Ay e'en instant forgiveness, perdon ay grace may follooo. Thes'is the muist artfil anger af the muist wisest af them wisest. Thes'ur the most dangerous artists, as they ur the enligtened wannabody wans. That means they ken the most sibtle af secrets af adding the pilewood af petty himan affairs tae birn it in a sacred bonfire af holy pirification.

(Drs. Harold Lie Kie Sang)