there are particular places things go when they are taken from us— the tip of our tongue and the back of our mind— where storage is easy, but retrieval is hard.
My soul feels deeper and softer than a typical late Friday evening. I've been watching Ancient Aliens again. There is this sense of understanding where myth and reality entwined. All the Art produced in stone and marble are designed by master architects like Michelangelo. I believe that true creativity is summoned by loss and withdrawal. We, as poets feel the breath of words as if they are happening in our Universe. I cannot express the pure beauty & magical shape contained in these lines.
what is deep and soft is so often true. stay in the feeling, little voice. listen to the sound of it: like a coin in a well, like something falling to its knees inside of you. follow it. <3
I am working on a thesis for a Visual and Critical Studies degree and in the process am exploring new ways of description in the visual arts. It's allowing me to look more closely at the way writing is written, at what moves me and what leaves me cold. The way you write is always an inspiration.
thank you, kathryn. this is so kind... i need to email you back regarding your interview request- i haven't forgotten you, i have just been on the road and across the seas etc. thank you again <3
"life gives everything and then charges double by taking it back. it’s not the bargain you thought you were getting with your nose pressed to the window, waiting in line" ars is this generation's didion...
Thanks little voice. Sometimes I feel like what I perceive is not part of our normalcy. My beliefs in certain ideas are a bit extreme or dare I say radical. I am not an extremist though. Poetry flows out of my consciousness like water droplets down a windowpane. I do need to follow the energy. I'm dealing with a lot of stressors now. my center of soul position is a bit skewed.
These words save lives.
no. attention does. <3
How beautifully put to say that grief is evidence of being touched in some way, thank you.
thank you for being alive to the words. <3
My soul feels deeper and softer than a typical late Friday evening. I've been watching Ancient Aliens again. There is this sense of understanding where myth and reality entwined. All the Art produced in stone and marble are designed by master architects like Michelangelo. I believe that true creativity is summoned by loss and withdrawal. We, as poets feel the breath of words as if they are happening in our Universe. I cannot express the pure beauty & magical shape contained in these lines.
what is deep and soft is so often true. stay in the feeling, little voice. listen to the sound of it: like a coin in a well, like something falling to its knees inside of you. follow it. <3
I love so much of this. Especially the grocery list (a tender touch!)
isn't that little list just so lovely? a remarkable mundanity. thank you, little voice. x
Remarkable mundanity is a perfect way to put it! Ps. I quoted this post in my latest post & linked you. You’re a wonderful writer.
wowsers! divinely done.
my soul said wowsers
as it dived in each word
so wowsers it is
and wowsers to you, little voice. i just love that word. one we all need to say more, i think. thank you <3
I made an account just to comment this. Long time reader. Just now subscriber. You always sound so beautiful, but so alone. Thanks for everything...
but never lonely <3
I am working on a thesis for a Visual and Critical Studies degree and in the process am exploring new ways of description in the visual arts. It's allowing me to look more closely at the way writing is written, at what moves me and what leaves me cold. The way you write is always an inspiration.
thank you, kathryn. this is so kind... i need to email you back regarding your interview request- i haven't forgotten you, i have just been on the road and across the seas etc. thank you again <3
I have been moving from one apartment to a new house so I've been joyfully busy with that anyway. It will all happen in its right time.
To paraphrase Jeanette Winterson, the measure of love is loss.
such beautiful words. thank you for bringing them here. <3
Where storage is easy, but retrieval is hard. Wow, wow, wow...
and so often painful. but we go on. thank you <3
"life gives everything and then charges double by taking it back. it’s not the bargain you thought you were getting with your nose pressed to the window, waiting in line" ars is this generation's didion...
thank you, little voice.
So, so, so much in this.... Thank you. Thank you.
and thank you. <3
Exquisitely detailed! What a feast.
thank you, little voice. <3
Thanks little voice. Sometimes I feel like what I perceive is not part of our normalcy. My beliefs in certain ideas are a bit extreme or dare I say radical. I am not an extremist though. Poetry flows out of my consciousness like water droplets down a windowpane. I do need to follow the energy. I'm dealing with a lot of stressors now. my center of soul position is a bit skewed.