AHNUNGEN DES DICHTERS

Ich bin ein Schmetterling
Ich schwör es
Denn ich schlüpfte gestern aus der Nacht
Und wurde endlich mein neuer Tag.

Ich bin eine Idee
Ich schwöre es
Denn ich keimte im Geheimen ungeahnt
Nun schleich ich in Deinem Kopf herum

Ich bin eine Wolke
Ich schwöre es
Ich sammle mich, immer und immer wieder
Denn ich weiß, bald weine ich …

Es ist, wie es ist
Ich bin eine Metapher für Etwas Unbekanntes
Mal fällt es mir ein, mal bin ich blank
Denn ich bin seine Leinwand.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der Deutschen Dichtung

STELL DIR VOR

Stell dir vor
du stellst dir vor
Was stellst du dir dabei vor?

Ein grünes blau?
damit wenn ich nach oben schau
Bäume blühen in Wiesen im Tau
kraft deiner Vorstellungskraft
Neue Welt, von dir mir geschafft
und geschenkt –

Und was stellst Du Dir dabei vor?
Tiere mit mehr Menschlichkeit
als Menschen? Sie schreiten
durch die Reihen streitender Menschen
Laden zum Besteigen ein und reiten
durch die blauen grünen Wiesen
bis weit in die fernen Empfindungen hinaus
wo wir von ihnen lernen
in Frieden mit allen und mit einander
zu leben.

Du liegst in mitten der grünen Lächeln
auf den blauen Feldern…
Kannst Du Dir das vorstellen?

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
2019: Das Jahr der deutschen Dichtung

INTUITION AND DEVELOPMENT

Environmental and spatial Beauty starts with Intuition, Art and Imagination. When you imagine it, draw it, design it, form it and then outwardly build it after that Image. Then suddenly you have outwardly what you crave and imagine inwardly. What you sense inwardly.

As simple as this may sound, this is the key to quantum leaps and to infinite development. This is the assurance that the boundaries of Genius will always be crossed, as long as we continue to march through Time, guided deeply by Intuitive Perception. Space is flexible, and bendable to Imagination and Inspiration.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

NEW THINGS

Environmental and spatial beauty start with Art and Imagination. When you imagine it, draw it, design it and then outwardly build it after that image – then you suddenly have outwardly what you crave and imagine inwardly.

As simple as this may sound, this is the key to quantum leaps and to infinite development. This is the assurance that the boundaries of Genius will always be crossed and thus extended intermittently as long as we continue to march through Time. Space is flexible, and bendable to Imagination and Inspiration.

New Nations will always arise from time to time; and groups of people will receive new insights into outworkings of the fundamental thought, and find a new characteristic of Matter and of engineering space – that is, they will find an old fact but it will seem new to them because it will supercede the knowledge available to them in their era.

The abstract is the Petri dish of the concrete, imagination is the fertile breeding ground of reality. To kill a people, kill their imagination and make them into a nation of copycats. Praise them when they copy others, and give them prizes, awards and honors when they copy others very well. But when they attempt to be innovative, to produce new thoughts, to toy with new ideas, to experiment with new possibilities, then ridicule them.

When they choose not only to copy or be inspired by that which is trending, but to create that which is different and not (yet) popular, when they decide not to follow follow, but to open new paths, then ostracize them, mock them, sideline them, punish them and hurt their ego and do not finance them. At the very least, ignore them. Soon they will abandon the path of difficult authentic growth and blend into the game of joining the train and going anywhere the train is going, but never going their own way or birthing new things.

But if you want to uplift a people, then liberate their spirit. Because human was not made for the sabbath, but the sabbath was made for human. If time waits for no-one, then no-one should wait for time either. It is not imagination that should adjust itself to reality, but reality should bend to imagination in order to keep on elevating itself. Matter, at its highest, can still only be the cloak of spirit. As the spirit wills it, so the universe will execute it reciprocally upon the spirit. Unfortunately, even when the spirit is willing, still the flesh – the brain, the earthling in flesh and blood – is weak.

That’s why we fight wars, and seek to oppress, dominate and ostracize each other. That is the origin of racism, bigotry and extremism. This is the cause of the stagnation of human civilization despite all illusions of technological flight. Weakness. It has its origin not in strength, but in weakness; inner weakness. The inability to really imagine and intuitively perceive Paradise and then to build it on Earth.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

IMAGINATION

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They were not decorations on our wall
We were shadows on theirs
Flickering like candle thoughts
Gathering, falling and dispersing
Like broods of clouds
When we stand across the divide
Looking at each other, it’s hard to tell
Who is real
And who is the figment of whose imagination.

Writer, did you write your book
Or did your book write you?
Artist, did you paint that look
In the eye of the portrait watching you
Or are you just a thought in its mind?
If you look, sometimes you will find
That the musician is the instrument
And the song is the conductor of his movement.

And when an architect erects a building
He is only doing so to house therein his restless feelings.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.