Well, it’s been about a month now of either animals being
ill, traveling, scrabbling to recover and repack, more traveling and then a
nasty sinus infection from which, though not quiet 100% yet, I am happy to
report in recovery. I’ve missed my writing and art making. I’ve missed hearing
from all of you and seeing what bits of creativity you all have been up to so I
felt it was time to foray back into it if even only a small step. So, how about
some creative inspiration already eh? Okay, so get your medium setup and plop
down, or stand as you like and get busy painting / drawing / photographing / sculpting,
etc. “you”; but here’s the real challenge – from memory; NO mirrors, photos or
the ilk simply from memory. Something else I would suggest is DO NOT worry
about it being realistic; have fun and be as abstract and colorful as you like
and don’t judge. If you will just allow yourself to play and have fun / be
creative then you might surprise yourself and you might even discover something
new. Remember you don’t have to share it if you don’t want to but if you do,
post away because you may just be an inspiration to someone else or even just
simply help someone else have the courage to share.
mAgNoLia 2
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Friday, November 18, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Found Poem - Shadow of a Black Bird by Sonya Chappelear
I was of three minds, like a tree in, which there are three blackbirds.
Then I turned toward paradises lost for the shadow of the blackbird.
I went walking on the roads of yesteryear;
I went walking through my childhood -
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both,
the martyrs who do not bear witness;
the flowers of blood that fade and scatter in the empty wind.
And both that morning equally lay.
In leaves no step had trodden black.
I do not know which to prefer,
the beauty of inflections or
the beauty of innuendoes.
I shall be telling this with a sigh;
only the unloved know,
lost in the loose leaves of the weeping cherry tree,
a man and a woman and a blackbird are one.
Taken from: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird By Wallace Stevens http://writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/stevens-13ways.html 02/03/2011The Road Not Taken Robert Frost http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html 02/03/2011Notebook of a Return to the Native Land [excerpt] by Aimé Césaire translated by Annette Smith and Clayton Eshleman http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15976 02/03/2011Littlefoot, 19, [This is the bird hour] by Charles Wright http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19592 02/03/2011
Then I turned toward paradises lost for the shadow of the blackbird.
I went walking on the roads of yesteryear;
I went walking through my childhood -
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both,
the martyrs who do not bear witness;
the flowers of blood that fade and scatter in the empty wind.
And both that morning equally lay.
In leaves no step had trodden black.
I do not know which to prefer,
the beauty of inflections or
the beauty of innuendoes.
I shall be telling this with a sigh;
only the unloved know,
lost in the loose leaves of the weeping cherry tree,
a man and a woman and a blackbird are one.
Taken from: Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird By Wallace Stevens http://writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/stevens-13ways.html 02/03/2011The Road Not Taken Robert Frost http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html 02/03/2011Notebook of a Return to the Native Land [excerpt] by Aimé Césaire translated by Annette Smith and Clayton Eshleman http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15976 02/03/2011Littlefoot, 19, [This is the bird hour] by Charles Wright http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19592 02/03/2011
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