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Reading the poetry of someone whom I consider to be a talented writer is both humbling and inspiring. I have the urge to write, but the inescapable knowledge that what gems may emerge from my pen do so mostly by luck. Mostly I have the urge to read more. I think, oh! I could do that! I have done that! But not in such quantity or with such quality, and never with such sparkling brilliance.

Reading good poetry teases the edges of my skull, inflates it, renders it see-through. It's rather the same with art. I know I have talent, I know I'm good. But I'm not DRIVEN TO CREATE. Well, sometimes I am, but it's depressingly infrequent. I am usually content with being a lover of beauty, with the ability to see and know when something I read or appreciate is truly beautiful. Inner envy is eclipsed by awe. Motivation slides aside.

Something Beautiful I Saw Today: A stunning handmade starburst quilt by carrieb

I'm a little pre-occupied with the phenomenon of aging these days. Hair comes in where it's not wanted and falls from where it is. I suddenly see wrinkles in places I've never noticed them before. Were they there yesterday or did they spring full blown from my forehead just today, tiny armored Athenas? Two sets of short wrinkles lie like extra eyebrows high above my would seem I am perpetually surprised or sarcastic. Every small twinge and catch breeds panic and resignation. I can feel the years clicking down my bones.

Yeah, What He/She/They Said: Sorry, Everybody

How long does it take us to learn not to lie? How long was it before we learned telling tales was unattractive behavior? Do we ever stop or do we merely learn to change them into justification, self-preservation and gossip? Parenting is the hardest job I've ever had. I often feel as if I've walked into the classroom expecting a lecture and find out instead it's the day of finals. My ability to bullshit my way through essay questions and term papers will not be of much help. Is there a correspondence course available or is it all strictly lab work?
mood: creative
music: Prokofiev—Classical Symphony


Very nice icon!

I know what you mean about the poetry - I also love to read poetry and while I am enthralled by the way it moves me, it's also a very humbling experience as I know that I could never captire those images in quite the same way. It's amazing how the arrangement of a few words has such hypnotic power in the hands of some artists.

PS I can't get to the "sorry" page. Will try again later.
PPS I think you need a new icon for your "old bag feeling wrinkly" days

Since I'm princess-in-waiting-icon-maker these days (chai_lady is queen) I think you're right...I'll have to see what I can come up with!

I think Christina has an incredible collection of icons. And like you, she knows the appropriate one for each post and comment.

And I think you two really ought to get a room!

By the way, that Sorry site was slow for me yesterday, too. I suspect it's taking a ton of hits now that the URL is circulating. Keep trying, it is SO worth the wait!

slow, but worth it, Tanks Liz

Wait till you start growing stray hairs IN the damned wrinkles. My eyebrows have decided they are on now on a death march to join with my temple hair. And leave us not forget the 3-inch black hairs that spring out during the night from my chin.

Oh, I have a three inch white one just to the left of my nose. And granted, the white is in it's way less visible than black, but it annoys my grown daughters to no end when they notice it before I have.

" I am usually content with being a lover of beauty, with the ability to see and know when something I read or appreciate is truly beautiful. Inner envy is eclipsed by awe. Motivation slides aside."

Perhaps your creativity is more frequent than you envision it to be, but simply weaves itself into the other expressions of your heart and soul, like the above quote... read the quote as poetry.....

aging..urgh...i love it, i hate it

That was kind, thank you. I tend to focus on my creative outlets as being art and poetry and forget that my everyday writing counts too :)

This aging thing - it doth suck - but more so than the actually aging - it is that I just don't LOOK how I think I look. You get an image of yourself, and you think you'll look that way forever, but really, that's stupid, because we just keep changing. It doesn't have to be good or bad - it's just the different that throws one off.

(on that note - my recent public school reunion was fun - with people telling me I "hadn't changed" - SINCE I WAS 13????!!! Stupid people.)

As far as I'm concerned you write beautiful poetry every day in your journal.

I heartily agree (with a raised drumstick) with these sweet readers that you definitely have that creative gift as concerns writing, but it's also wonderful that you can appreciate others' work, and just enjoy beauty, without beating yourself up or being critical. Whoosh. Way too long sentence there!

And isn't wonderful that through this marvelous thing called The Internet, you are meeting such talented people? It's a grand gift, everyday. Thanks for always encouraging me, and don't mind those wrinkles. Just tell Anders that you need extra kisses when a wrinkle appears. :)

Excellent advice! :)

I have a couple of comments the first being in regard to how you used to get an A on everything with the smallest amount of effort ever...payback is hell, muahaha! The other is with regard to learning how NOT to lie, how is it that it is a learned behavior? Wouldn't you think it was the other way around? It's amazing to me that kids start to lie almost immediately after they learn to talk. I think it's tied into self preservation like an instinct. An excellent experiment might be to ask why someone lied to you and then proceed through those mucky waters from there. Just a thought.

Another thing, I would love to be an inspiring poet to you and I have to say that your poetry is the only poetry I have ever been inspired and impressed by. I used to live for poems by you, it was the first time I felt really apart of the world. Now you can get in your go cart and go, right!?! ;)

That's what I mean, that it's a learned behavior NOT to lie. Lying to keep out of trouble or deflect attention is instinctive.

And I'm truly flattered by what you said about my poetry. Zooooooooooooooooom!

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