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Thursday, October 1, 2009

Terror and Mercy, Van Gogh's Starry Night

Van Gogh's Starry Night is a work of Art Therapy. I like to imagine what an artist is thinking about when painting. Terror and Mercy I feel like I'm disappearing, one painting at a time, I'm drawing on empty, too many paths and detours, followed and unfollowed, an agitation blowing through me, like... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Aphrodite

Aphrodite I can't see it, can't move it. I know it's black, a hump on my back. It's heavy. You can't see it. What in it? Don't tell me you don't know. It's what you told me about - - black inimical power, cold whirling out of it and around me and sweeping you flat. But, what if, like a camel, it's... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

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Come check out my web, Write Poetry Win $5,000. www.sculptingtheheart.com Poem Of The Day My Legacy I am from where the red dirt meets the green jungle The mangoes are plucked ripe off the trees The juice runs clear down my chin I am from the dark secrets carried in the bowels of slave ships The... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Madonna and Baby Jesus

Madonna and Baby Jesus...the supreme subject... Some call her Mary, others call Madonna, or the mother of Jesus, she was frail, gentle and absolute, little Jesus was her first work of art, the toddler probably wondered why some crawled and became twisted like broken branches when in his presence, he... Sign in to see full entry.

Madonna and Baby Jesus

Madonna and Baby Jesus...the supreme subject... Some call her Mary, others call Madonna, or the mother of Jesus, she was frail, gentle and absolute, little Jesus was her first work of art, the toddler probably wondered why some crawled and became twisted like broken branches when in his presence, he... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Pimping out our love in poetry...

Some love affairs go on too long in our heads, The truth is we have become our own sad poems, Our mouths opening and closing, weeping and wailing, Loud fingers, disconnected, while our strangeness and clumsiness yearns for the fire of yesterday’s love, half falling over ourselves in the dark,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Poetry, a natural thing by Robert Duncan

Neither our vices nor our virtues further the poem. "They came up and died just like they do every year on the rocks." The poem feeds upon thought, feeling, impulse, to breed...itself, a spiritiual urgency at the dark ladders leaping. This beauty is an inner persistence toward the source striving... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Insects compared to man...

Evolution favors us but compared to man... INSECTS COMPARED TO MAN Evolution favors us but compared to man, we’re built inside out and upside down with an ugly face, We have no bones, our skeleton external, to grow we must molt which takes a little trouble, Like man, most of us live to work, mate... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Poetry is all around us...in art and music. Click on below and enjoy!

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Friday, August 14, 2009

I'm over the hill, on the way down...I like birthdays, don't like aging...

Birthdays Not surprisingly birthdays come on like villians knocking at our doors, tap, tap, tap, shifty-eyed fast speaking salesmen peddling love, wisdom, youth and popularity pushing substitutes in bottles, tiny millimeters of hope Shifter stones, natal lovers, dark aliens, eavesdropping our days... Sign in to see full entry.

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