#Lesley Oldaker

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Lesley Oldaker

Circle Time, 2018

Oil on canvas

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Interrelations, Lesley Oldaker, 2022

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Lesley Oldaker, Into the Light.

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Lesley Oldaker

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

(Art: Painting by Lesley Oldaker)

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Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave and eats a bread it does not harvest.

Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.

Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening.

Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boasts not except among its ruins, and will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the block.

Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking

Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting, and farewells him with hooting, only to welcome another with trumpeting again.

Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strongmen are yet in the cradle.

Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.

~Kahlil Gibran (Book: The Garden of The Prophet)

[Philo Thoughts]

[mv11]

- By Lesley Oldaker

[unsubconscious]

Lesley Oldaker, 'A New Day’, 2021 Oil on canvas, 50 x 50cm

[most-ment]

...Weakness...

People often have been my weakness,

I have this unrelenting urge to connect with them.

I ponder everything they do with a keenness,

Meticulously analyse their roots and the spirals of their stems.

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I always want to know why,

Want to know their intricate feelings & wants,

So I stare at random passerbys,

Eager to know their most ardent dreams and thoughts.

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Of course this fascination has its down sides ,

I sometimes ponder others too much,

I lose myself in the hows and whys,

Forgetting to ponder my own wants.

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People often have been my weakness,

My constant fascination, my greatest trial.

I ponder & analyse them with a keenness,

Trying not to lose myself all the while.

~

Note: Hello loves, hope you like this poem, if you're curious about the backstory behind any of my poems i've began posting some background on my substack. Let me know which poem you're curious about and i'll make sure to post smth there Faheezal's Substack. Till next time.

Update: decided to name it Weakness

Art by Lesley Oldaker

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We are living in a world in which nobody is free, in which hardly anybody is secure, in which it is almost impossible to be honest and to remain alive. ~George Orwell

(Book: The Road to Wigan Pier https://amzn.to/4c9ZEjp [ad])

(Art: Painting by Lesley Oldaker)

[ruknowhere]

Pity the nation whose people are sheep,

and whose shepherds mislead them.

Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,

and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.

Pity the nation that raises not its voice,

except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero

and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.

Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own

and no other culture but its own.

Pity the nation whose breath is money

and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.

Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode

and their freedoms to be washed away.

My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty. ~Lawrence Ferlinghetti

(Art Credit: Lesley Oldaker)

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something in the static by @bonerot19

on the American tragedy, rivers, parents that loved you up until the time they couldn’t save you, friendship, Hamlet, the seemingly unending darkness at the end of the tunnel and then, nevertheless, the light.

nodus tollens definition, Eunoia / Sisyphus, Andrew Bird / THE NIGHT BEFORE I LEAVE HOME, Elisa Gonzalez / After the Movie, Marie Howe + Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan, Ilya Repin / The Great Gatsby, Francis Scott Fitzgerald / Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, Anne Carson + Van Gogh Never Watched The World Burn, Aja Trier / A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara / @/bitsbyt3s on Twitter / An American Tragedy (1931) movie poster / Rivers, Nicolás Guilén + Ophelia, John Everett Millais / Funeral for Unreturned Ashes, Travis Chi Wing Lau / Homesick, Noah Kahan / “The world is a beautiful place,” Lawrence Ferlinghetti + Hamlet’s ‘Antic Disposition’, Reviews Rangs and Rambles / The Holdovers (2023) / Nothing Changes, Hadestown / Another Day, @/lesley-oldaker on devianart / Some days of wine and pastry, Samiya Bashir / First Light Last, Paul Mariani / Poster by Despair, Inc. / My Own Private Idaho, @bellamysgriffin / Disco Elysium / @catadromously / Dead Stars, Ada Limón + phot from pexels by cottonbro studio / The View Between Villages (Extended Version), Noah Kahan /@catadromously / An Incomplete List Of Platonic Soulmates, Molly Burford / énouement definition, eunoia

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Lesley Oldaker

Panic, 2020

Oil on canvas.

[primordialsoundmeditation]

You cannot save anyone. You can be present with them, offer your groundedness, your sanity, your peace. You can even share your path with them, offer your perspective. But you cannot take away their pain. You cannot walk their path for them. You cannot give answers that are right for them, or even answers they can digest right now. They will have to find their own answers. ~Jeff Foster

(Book: The Way of Rest https://amzn.to/3YMoy2C )

( Art Credit: Lesley Oldaker )

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English Literature

[ceekbee]

"Every minute someone leaves this world behind. Age has nothing to do with it.

We are all in "the line" without knowing it.

We never know how many people are before us.

We can not move to the back of the line.

We can not step out of the line.

We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line:

Make moments count.

Make priorities.

Make the time.

Make your gifts known.

Make a nobody feel like a somebody.

Make your voice heard.

Make the small things big.

Make someone smile.

Make the change.

Make love.

Make up.

Make peace.

Make sure to tell your people they are

loved.

Make sure to have no regrets.

Make sure you are ready…”

"Every minute someone leaves this world" by Marianne Baum

(Art by Lesley Oldaker)

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Lesley Oldaker

[entheognosis]

There was no country to which one could flee, no quiet which one could purchase; always and everywhere the hand of fate seized us and dragged us back into its insatiable play. Constantly men had to subordinate themselves to the demands of the State, to become the prey of the most stupid politics, to adapt themselves to the most fantastic changes. Always the individual was chained to the common lot, no matter how bitterly he objected; he was carried along irresistibly.

Stefan Zweig

illustration by Lesley Oldaker