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A Testament of the Will

By: Bryan Ricardo Marini Quintana

(Vincent van Gogh, The Yellow Books, 1887)

I am

I am stories

I am consciousness

A Creation of Time and Space

A Manifestation of Testimony and Will

With their thoughts, I emerge

With their words, I materialize

I am their questions and answers 

I am their vain aspirations and hopeful dreams

Through me, histories and philosophies are discussed

Through me, tales and fables are recounted

Through me, joys and sorrows are remembered

Through me, hatred and love are expressed

I am Vast Centuries and Petty Domains

I am their Ticking Clock and Eroding Soil

Transporting them to the Past and Future

Transporting them from the confines of Earth to the expanse of the Universe

I am a Voice

I am a Tangible Figure

I am a Phantom Figure

Through which Objects feel

Through which Animals talk

Through which Humans ponder

I am

I am the Testament of Humanity

I am the Will of Humanity

With their emotions liberated

With their creativity explored

With their designs recorded

With their memory safeguarded

They call me History

They call me Literature

They call me Philosophy

I am

I am their Testament of Existence

I am their Will to Live

I am their escape from death

Avoiding a swift forgetfulness

I am their key to immortality

Indulging a perpetual remembrance

Posted in Poems

A Pursuit for Writing

By: Bryan Ricardo Marini Quintana

(Angelica Kauffman, The Artist in the Character of Design Listening to the Inspiration of Poetry, 1782)

Why do I write?

Perhaps to forget

Perhaps to remember

Why do I write?

Like Odin fears losing Huginn and Muninn

Likewise, I dread forgetting Thoughts and Memory

Why do I write?

Maybe to neglect my Reality

Maybe to preserve my Dream

Why do I write?

Either to preserve Myself

Or to preserve Culture

Why do I write?

Either to bloat with my ego

To not be forgotten

For my figure to be recollected

Why do I write?

Or to shrink with my modesty

To be forgotten

For my art to be recollected

Why do I write?

To allow audiences to experience my art

To allow audiences to criticize my art

Why do I write?

To discover my story

To aid others in finding their story

Why do I write?

For my figure to be forgotten

For my art to be remembered

Why do I write?

To release art from my binds

Freeing creation from my confines

With imagination transcending from my grasp