And I am the austere candle,
the moon my wick.
Night puts me out: I'm a mere stick,
beauty's greatest scandal...
(from The Cypress in Rising Venus by Kelly Cherry)
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Red Room Now Closed...
My Red Room blog is now defunct, and so I am back here again...
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry....
Dylan Thomas
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower....
Lord Byron
I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like child stringing beads in kindergarten, - happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another.
Jennifer Weiner
Kim Addonizio
All artists’ work is autobiographical. Any writer’s work is a map of their psyche. You can really see what their concerns are, what their obsessions are, and what interests them.
Theodore Roethke
Rita Dove
Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful...
William Carlos Williams
Benjamin Biolay
Sylvia Plath....
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.
Pablo Neruda....
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees....
Rainer Maria Rilke
Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.
Welcome to my blog! I'm so happy you're here... I jot down what I'm feeling because it makes me feel grounded. I write in a journal every day too. It centers me. I would be a mess if I couldn't write...
If you have a blog, leave me your address and I'll come visit you ....
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