THIS IS WHAT LOYALTY MEANS TO ME

Joey Bates, Two arms (Dos brazos), 2015. Cortesía del artista.

by Roberto Osoyo Acosta

AS WE ARE LOYAL TO PEOPLE AROUND US AND TO OUR OWN VALUES, WE GIVE PROFOUND MEANING TO OUR LIVES.

Loyalty is a fundamental virtue that is achieved when we commit ourselves with a goal, value or even an academic or work institution, creating a relationship that makes us appreciate the importance of being honest with ourselves and our choices. 

Loyalty is the confirmation that we can withstand the obstacles and adversities that may arise in our path in order to continue with our commitment. This means not breaking our loyalty to whomever or whatever we have given it. Loyalty only makes sense when it is permanent, not an ephemeral agreement that can expire. The purpose of a virtue like loyalty is that we are aware of the value of what we do, because if we are not loyal to what we do, then why doing it? Loyalty leads to good relationships and the fulfilling of our own goals, values, dreams.

Vasti Sajari Ruiz López is a Law and English Kingdom student in campus Cancún.

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Joey Bates, Of Stone, Mountains, and Fragility (De piedra, montañas y fragilidad), 2015. Cortesía del artista.

SELECTED POEMS

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 Joey Bates, Explosion #1 (Explosión #1), 2017. Cortesía del artista.

Loyalty
by Emily Dickinson

Split the lark and you’ll find the music,
Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled,
Scantily dealt to the summer morning,
Saved for your ear when lutes be old.

Loose the flood, you shall find it patent,
Gush after gush, reserved for you;
Scarlet experiment! sceptic Thomas,
Now, do you doubt that your bird was true?

Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) was an American poet. She was a prolific writer although her poetry was considered eccentric by many at her time. Only after her death she was recognized for her innovative use of form and syntax.

Trust
by John Greenleaf Whittier

he same old baffling questions! O my friend,
I cannot answer them. In vain I send
My soul into the dark, where never burn
The lamps of science, nor the natural light
Of Reason’s sun and stars! I cannot learn
Their great and solemn meanings, nor discern
The awful secrets of the eyes which turn
Evermore on us through the day and night
With silent challenge and a dumb demand,
Proffering the riddles of the dread unknown,
Like the calm Sphinxes, with their eyes of stone,
Questioning the centuries from their veils of sand!
I have no answer for myself or thee,
Save that I learned beside my mother’s knee;
“All is of God that is, and is to be;
And God is good.” Let this suffice us still,
Resting in childlike trust upon His will
Who moves to His great ends unthwarted by the ill. 

John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 – 1892) was an American poet, editor and attorney. He was an advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States and his work is remembered particularly for his anti-slavery writings.

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Joey Bates, Bleed in Green (Sangrar en verde), 2018. Cortesía del artista.

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Joey Bates, Bleed in Cobalt Turquoise (Sangrar en turquesa cobalto), 2019. Cortesía del artista.

Friends
by William B. Yeats

Now must I these three praise,
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days;
One that no passing thought,
Nor those unpassing cares,
No, not in these fifteen
Many times troubled years,
Could ever come between
Heart and delighted heart;
And one because her hand
Had strength that could unbind
What none can understand,
What none can have and thrive,
Youth’s dreamy load, till she
So changed me that I live
Labouring in ecstasy.
And what of her that took
All till my youth was gone
With scarce a pitying look?
How could I praise that one?
When day begins to break
I count my good and bad,
Being wakeful for her sake,
Remembering what she had,
What eagle look still shows,
While up from my heart’s root
So great a sweetness flows
I shake from head to foot. 

William B. Yeats (1865 – 1939) was an Irish poet considered to be one of the leading figures of 20th-century literature and pillar of the Irish literary establishment. He was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1923.

Joey Bates is an American artist who lives and works in Stockholm. His drawings and paper sculptures capture details of nature’s great beauty while showing the viewer their process of decay. Bates’ artwork reflects about the complexity and intensity of human relationships presenting them as beautiful tensions between tenderness and explosiveness. www.joeybates.com

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