2010 I Like You Already

Wednesday night I met a friend downtown at the library for a poetry reading. This library is one of my favorite places to visit in Salt Lake City. Combine it with poetry and I'm a very happy woman!

We listened to poets who were published in the independent poetry journal, Sugar House Review. It is a semiannual publication of some very talented Utah poets - one of whom I hope to become. I'm definitely going to make an effort to get published this year. I'm excited to learn of another publication highlighting local talent.

Isn't this building impressive? This photo was taken from the east entry of the vestibule. All along the right are shops, including an art gallery and a small deli. On the lefthand side is a coffee shop and the entry into the library which has a total of four levels. Four levels of BOOKS!? That my friends, is a modicum of heaven in my world.

Intuition

Life is worth all of the trials...
the lost hopes...
the dashed dreams...
even the heartache...
when it teaches the dreamer...
how to listen...
to herself.

It's the little things

I pray for more moments where I recognize the sweetness in the simplest parts of life- where I pause to listen to the rain against my window & remember to enjoy the journey...
Be it full of sorrow or joy.

thee poetess is learning to paint

Last night it was so beautiful outside that I took my supplies out onto my back steps and painted while I listened to music by 'Wovenhand'. It's a CD that Ben brought by a few weeks ago that I can't get enough of, especially when I'm creating something. The lyrics are like prayers & the music is dark and mystical, it's fabulous!

It's difficult to capture the effects of the different layers by photograph and it's my first time drawing a 'real life' looking person. I don't think I did too badly. I'm actually kind of proud of the lips, even though they are a bit uneven.

♥~♥

I feel so small
inside of myself
as if I'm beginning
to disappear
watching
from the outside
looking in
a fly
on my own wall

~E~

♥~♥

Poetry Sweet Poetry

Oh how I love poetry. I have been writing it since I can remember. It's always been not only my creative outlet but my psychiatrist as well! Sometimes the internalization of all the different emotions around me becomes so overwhelming that the only way that I can understand what I'm feeling is to describe it in picturesque words. I always thought my writing was just a silly, even irrational, past time until recently. The more poetry that I read the more wondrous it seems. Reading the hearts of men and women who lived decades or even centuries before me is so romantic and surreal. The poets of the past are like immortal lovers whispering perpetual sweet nothings in my ear. I dream of people reading my poetry one hundred years from now and discovering a kindred spirit.

April = National Poetry Month!

I didn’t even know there was a National Poetry Month. I adore poetry! With the changes that I’m making in my life I wanted to post a poem that somehow reflected that.

Risk

And then the day came,

when the risk to remain

tight in a bud

was more painful

than the risk

it took

to Blossom

By Anais Nin

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That poem, along with the author being French, reminded me of my latest favorite movie, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain (The Fabulous Destiny of Amelie Poulain) I just call it - Amelie. Amelie is directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet (who also directed another one my favorite French films, Delicatessen.) And has a quirky humor and gorgeous cinematography. The colors in the film are rich and vivid and the soundtrack is marvelous. But it’s the story line that reminds me of the poem. You’ll see several characters take seemingly small risks (with Amelie’s help) that literally change their lives. It’s a lovely movie. In fact I just put it in my Netflix queue tonight for the second time. I’m sure I’ll end up purchasing it for my personal DVD collection.

Creative Block

I haven't felt very creative lately. I don't really know why. This page is something I forced out as you can probably tell. I plan to write something deep and moving in it, I just don't know what yet! I'll be doing some spring cleaning tomorrow and rearranging some things. Hopefully that will spark a creative fire. But until then I'll leave you with a poem from Charles Bukowski :)

Sway With Me

Sway with me, everything sad -
madmen in stone houses
without doors,
lepers streaming love and song
frogs trying to figure
the sky;
sway with me, sad things -
fingers split on a forge
old age like breakfast shells
used books, used people
used flowers, used love
I need you
I need you
I need you:
it has run away
like a horse or a dog,
dead or lost
or unforgiving.

MY USB CORD IS WORKING!!

I'm participating in Misty Mawn's journal entry a day project for January but my cord hasn't been operating so this is my very first post. It's not exactly pretty but that is kind of what I like about it. This spread was inspired by the book "Women Who Run With Wolves" as were the poems that I wrote on the pages.

FEMALE

Alive- me
A living, breathing creature
Woman

Therefore, I am growing-still.
Feed me
Give me drink
Nurture the dreamer
Encourage the soul
Prune only what has become too heady
Allow me my instinct
For I am most beautiful, when left wild

Shifting gear...This is the painting that Ben gave me for Christmas. I had a hard time getting a decent photograph of it because it's HUGE. It gets different reactions I'm sure, but it reminds me of freedom, isn't that weird? The first time that I laid eyes on it, and every time that I've looked at it since, I think about what life will look like for us if we keep passing law after law in the name of "safety" and "security". Maybe it's just me...