(calligraphy is excerpt from Huang Xiang's original poem Van Gogh)

Van Gogh

The painting holds high like torches
Sunflowers turning high-heaven's blazing

SUN

To burn up the magnificent painting spirit stopped by a bullet
To burn down the temple of golden yellow

Opaque color -dabs like clots of

Blood

Gush fiery tears

Struggling lines feverishly erupt, twitching like raw nerves

 The back view of a giant

Reappears

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(calligraphy is excerpt from Huang Xiang's poem 'The Fire God')

Gandhi

As you unroll the layered shrouds that swaddle hearts
Strike without cease to the depth and breadth of
human souls
To shatter the bastions of superstition, the inner
courts of falsehood
To sweep aside the sundered walls of toppled faith
For those who are more against freedom than tyranny
You lift away the film that clouds their reason
Those whose trust was destroyed by others
Because of you have regained their trust
those who long ago lost all glimmer of hope
Because of you have braveley begun to show it

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(calligraphy is from Dickinson's The Soul selects Her Own Society,
My LifeClosed Twice Before Its Close and Presentiment)

Emily Dickinson

The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.

Unmoved, she notes the charot's pasusing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor kneeling
Upon her mat.

I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.

I never saw a Moor
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If immortality unveil
A third event to me,

So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.

Presentiment---is that long shadow---on the lawn---
Indicative that sun goes down---
The notice to the startled grass
That darkness---is about to pass---

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(calligraphy is from Huang Xiang's original poetry and writing)

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sadness, Sadness.......Sadness
Elizabeth Elizabeth Elizabeth
Your love story is like;
of nightfall the memory of a spider
comes dripping......

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(calligraphy is excerpt from Huang Xiang's poem Isadora Duncan)

Isadora Duncan

Spines twitches tides closely approach
Ten fingers spatter mysterious heavenly echoes
Her hands pillowing sound is everywhere
Two hands open chaotically
Puffs of air buffet the womans two oar

Legs

Thousand of dark young bird stars
Call from their great cosmic ovary
A surge from the deep valleyed labia
Ten thousand rosey rays and the indistinct light of
evening unite in a
Distressed name and a woman'sdistress

Duncan! Duncan! Duncan!

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(calligraphy is from original writing of Huang Xiang)calligraphy is from original writing of Huang Xiang)

calligraphy is from original writing of Huang Xiang)

Albert Einstein

If we already know the earth is a beautiful spot, how could
we not go and appraise the face of the whole cosmos?
Don't hesitate, go right in, here is a magically beautiful world.
Go call on the Milky Way Galaxy, go call on the solar system.
Go visit the remotest fixed star.
But also grasp a grain of dust, and discover the body of a still
confined, unfolded new world.
And also bring back a piece of a meteorite and translate the
marvelous cosmic inscriptions on it.

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(calligraphy is from Huang Xiang's original poetry)

dedicated to world Mother Teresa

A tear of a mother
Enough to tip the world
The peacock's feathers are spangled with iridescent colors
only when displayed can one see their full beauty

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Mozart

Let music and virtue be the soul's inner essence
Let beauty and nature be man's once again
Let each pair of eyes be a poem
Let everyman cast off emotions constraints
Let status be cast in the ash-pit of time
Let time and all mankind forever be great
He is the Everest of man's spirit
The air is thin, beyond man's endurance
The light is so strong that it dazzles people
Life is lonely, few houses and traces.

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(calligraphy is an excerpt from Huang Xiang's poem "The Fire God")

Lincoln

You live in immortality
You die in non-death
Because of your very name
Man doubts the things he knows
Receives the logic of things yet unknown

Lincoln

You're the ultimate gift of time
You're the pride of the world

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(calligraphy is from Huang Xiang's original writing)

Primitive, healthy, wild, flaming, ah, Marlon Brando
If we do not marvel at the profound mysteries of sex in
physiology and biology, then how can we comprehend
energy, aspirations, impulses and desires?
Ethics is a reaction to lust.
Let us try to free ethics from law's enslavement.
Surplus lust is the portrait of good health.

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(calligraphy is excerpts from MLKing's 'I Have a Dream' speech)

Martin Luther King

I have a dream.
So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire!

Let freedom ring from the mountains of New York !
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped rockies of Colorado !
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California !
But not only that; let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia !
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee !
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi !
From every mountainside, let freedom ring !

I Have a Dream !
I Have a Dream !
I Have a Dream !
I Have a Dream !
I Have a Dream !
I Have a Dream !

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                          ( calligraphy is Huang Xiang's historical poem which which was originally
                                  delivered October 11, 1978 in Beijing at the inception of the Democracy wall )

                                   Portrait of Huang Xiang

                   

                                          I

I am a shout

From the raging years piled around me

I am crushed diamond

In every tiny piece a sun resides

I am I   I am my own obituary

I shall redeem myself from death

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(calligraphy is a rewrite of Huang Xiang's poem Writing in 3-D)

Jackson Pollock

The oldest way to create a painting
is with a brush

The newest way to create a painting
is with the body

The most wonderful way to create a painting
is to stand right on your head
with mind and body as one
and drip the paint
on the ground !

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(calligraphy is an excerpt from Li Bai's poem Drinking You A Toast)

Li Bai

                              Can't you see the Yellow River's water comes from the skyrushes into
                              the sea and never returns to the eye?
                              Can't you see in the hall high,
                              you look into the mirror bright
                              finding to your surprise,
                              in the morning your hair is silk black
                              but in the evening it turns snow white.
                              So, when in life you are successful,
                              you should enjoy yourself to the full,
                              and don't let your golden goblet empty under moonlight.
                              God has given me talent,
                              I should use it to my heart's content.
                              I drink you a toast,
                              please drink to your utmost.
                              Let me sing you a song,

Please listen along :
"Since ancient times saints and sages have been obscure,
only good drinkers remain famous, to be sure."

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(calligraphy is an excerpt from Huang Xiang's original writing's)

Egon Schiele
Let us restore our lost naked men,
Let us restore our naked women,
Let us restore our lost naked cosmos.
Masculinity and femininity belong to the naked wind, water,
atmosphere and earth;
Gender is the moving world and the world's motion.
What does nature's essence have that merits continuing to hide
its meaning from us?
What seduces me is just my expansive ambition in the prime of
manhood.

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(calligraphy is from Huang Xiang's original poetry)

great painter Paul Gauguin great painter
Our nearly naked bodies wear only our shorts.
We wear only our shorts disliking clothes.
Bathing in the downpour,
taking showers under waterfalls of sunlight,
as natural people enjoying ourselves in nature.
To love is to take a wind bath, rain bath, mist bath and sun
bath in the open air.
Our bodies emit the smell of the whole world. The smell of the
whole world condenses in our bodies.
Let you smell enough, the smell of sweat, wine, marsh and
trees.
The smell of the sun and paints at sixes and sevens.
While bathing in the downpour
under the rumbling waterfall of sunlight,
our nearly naked bodies and souls are opened to the God.
Our souls and bodies are exposed to the world.

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(calligraphy is excerpt from Hamlet)

William Shakespeare
To be or not to be---that is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them, To die---to sleep.
To sleep---perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub!
For that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the laws delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That the patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But the dread of something after death---
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveler returns---puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn away
And lose the name of action.

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(calligraphy is excerpt from Huang Xiang's original poem Ludwig von Beethoven)

Beethoven
A big baton with the rumble of thunder is writing
independently in wild cursive style
Esoteric knowledge
Permeating between the sky and the ocean
The deaf ears falling into the body
Listen attentively to the silent despair and God's ship in the
storm
Running aground
waves like the prayer of wind
the shadow of demon jumps up under the vault of heaven
The world
is smashed to pieces
Like bits of broken ice
In the battle of besieging the Heaven Hall
Row upon row of chariots and horsemen are near and near to
the gate
The heavy artilleries bark madly at the voices of ten thousand
Mad dogs
the echoes are like the sounds of nature
A fire without fire's breath
Antagonistic to nothingness
A lion's paws are digging at the dead throat
The inaugurator of power
The pair of knees
That breaks the earth's axis
The untamed
Hands
Roaring towards the sky!

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(calligraphy is from Huang X iang's writings 'Reading Notes Left on a Star')

 Buddha

                   The boundless cosmos is a blank heavenly book with numerous volumes,
                   over thousands of years mankind has only guessed two or three words.
                           I feel alone among the crowds who are strangers to me.
                      My fleshly body creeps along in "existence", my mind is elswhere.

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(calligraphy is an excerpt from Huang Xiang's poem 'Nietzsche')

Nietzsche
The boiling waves scald the quiet of all things
Ironing out a great landscape that is rushing about and crying
out
A sharp sword has been broken by singing voices
A long silenced alarm has sounded with its faint notes in
response to the threat of the flood
This swordsman with his waving clothes experiences the great
fatigue
Looking into the immortality from the height of Death
While cruelty hangs high and darkness is like a mirror
Nietzsche - appears
Solitary comes rolling down, rolling down, rolling down.
Solitary comes
Rolling down!!!
While a peal of the golden ancient bell of the
head sounds
Nietzsche - appears

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(calligraphy is from Huang Xiang's original poetry)

Camille Claudel
Your resilient breasts aroused swell
Your clarion thighs pour out mystic songs of joy
Pulsating your wild blood-red
Tumescence
You are the warmest scarlet
Honey
Camille
Your skin radiates a ruddy electric glow
Your hair sparkles with tousled black
Rebellious
Brilliance
A captivating
Brilliance
Camille

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                                 (calligraphy extracted from Huang Xiang's poem 'Pablo Neruda")
                                                                 Pablo Neruda
                         This is a king of poetry
                         He stands alone like a star. His territory is poetry, the fertile 
                          and remote continent of his soul
                         He opens his mouth. A river with nutrient rich discharge 
                         gushes from his breast. The waves of his raucous glottal stops
                         rolled and foamed the songs of the Pacific Ocean
                         When the broad Niagra waterfall
                                                     rolls down
                                                     from his lips
                                                      Neruda

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      (calligraphy is an excerpt from Edgar Allan Poe's poem "The Raven")

Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and
weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten
Love, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a
tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my
chamber door. "Tis some visitor," I muttered, 'tapping at my
chamber door- Only this, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter , when, with many a flirt and
flutter, In there stepped a atately raven of the saintly days of
yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped
or stayed he;
Perched upon a bust of Pallus just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

'Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!' -prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us - by the God we both
adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant
Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels
named Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the
angels named Lenore?" Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is
dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on
the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the
floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

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