February 2011
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“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because...”
– Walt Disney
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The Breakdown Atlas →
Link to my new poem on Deep Underground Poetry. It’s too long to post here.
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“Our senses are indeed our doors and windows on this world, in a very real sense...”
– Jean Houston
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“Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.”
– Kahlil Gibran
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“Each soul must greet the morning sun, the new sweet earth, and the Great Silence...”
– Sioux Prayer
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Link to my photo featured on tugster: a water... →
This is VCFA writer Will Van Dorp’s blog about NYC’s “Sixth Borough”, including photos and posts about the harbors and waterways of NYC~and boats, in general (which is where my photo comes in). He’s got quite a following. An article about his blog just appeared in the NY Times. You can read it here:
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“Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you...”
– Mark Twain
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So what's with Fire Horses? →
Link to Janis Cortese’s summation of the Fire Horse stereotype in Japan:
“1966 was a Horse year, and it was a special kind of horse—a Fire Horse, called ‘hinoeuma’ in Japanese. Japanese women who were born that year (and the previous Fire Horse year, 1906) battle superstitions about themselves all the time. Fire Horse women are called dangerous, headstrong, and are...
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“Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what...”
– D. H. Lawrence
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Crossing
I let his harsh words drown in the olive density
of harbor waters, as the boat kicks off the pier.
My wedding ring twirls loose on its finger—
I could drop it overboard, like a coin, but I do not.
Bewildered, I roam the island. A gull
hovering on an air current reminds me that
togetherness can be smooth, or it can be
as waves walloping rocky, stalwart shores.
After two solitary days, the...
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Final Fight
After a night of last-ditch effort,
day breaks like a hammer,
the sun a fast, fat mandala
rising through the pink mist.
Drained, we lay bare
our private intentions,
too tired to fix anything, everything
broken, terrifying and glittering.
We sit in stunned silence.
Together, at that moment,
dazed by our lavish failure,
we could almost be friends.
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Poetry, the creative process, and mental illness →
Link to the BBC article. I battled that demon long ago. For me, poetry was a way OUT of depression, versus IN. Still, the incidence of mental illness among poets remains high~and I’m very curious as to why. There are a lot of theories out there…
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“I feel very adventurous. There are so many doors to be opened, and I’m not...”
– Elizabeth Taylor
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