At The Table In My Sunroom: Poetry

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Poetry

Today arrived the first books of poetry I have ever purchased. (And,this the first post I have written from my iPad. Relation?). I bought two disparate poets: Dylan Thomas and Charles Bukowski. I'll let you know how it goes. I can tell you now, though,that typing on an iPad is quite anti-creative. Blah!

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Sniffles and SmilesDecember 24, 2010 at 9:52 AM
That's awesome! Will look forward to hearing how you enjoy them! Just stopping by to wish you and yours a very, Merry Christmas! And a Happy New Year!! Love you!! ~Janine xo
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MeriJanuary 1, 2011 at 3:23 PM
Oh -- and I was lusting after an IPad. Hmmm...... I'm quite a collector of poetry volumes. There's a poet in Massachusetts named Pit Manousek Pinegar who has two volumes of poetry published and one of them is my all-time favorite -- The Physics of Transmigration. I think you can only buy it directly from her but it was published by Antrim House. It's understandable, sensual/erotic, and just plain wonderful.
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Thanks for visiting. I love having you at my table with me.

A time has come in my life to reach into another place, to reach into a cobwebbed and stiff part of my brain - the creative part. And then, maybe to take what I find to hold it out to share. You see, I have never been creative (and am still not, you might say); I have experienced the world analytically. I now see there is so much more to the world than that.

This started with an idea to write a photo-journal to myself. In that journal, I would write and take photos of details to CONTEMPLATE the numerous sparkles of life I have around me, and CAPTURE them to last. So here I am, come join me....

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The Road Less Travelled" by Robert Frost

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Poetry

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