Learning How To Love The Forgotten Art- Poetry & How It Gets That Way

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Working on “Finding a Balance”

Cindy Baker:

Lauren Scott- “Finding a Balance”

Originally posted on Baydreamer:

Dear Friends,

I am embarking on a new adventure and this is an introduction. My second poetry book, “Finding a Balance” is almost ready for publication and it’s nice to not be such a novice the second time around. This book isn’t just about sharing more poems I have written. It’s not only about me. It holds a deeper meaning; the new adventure part. The proceeds will be donated to an organization for a purpose close to my heart and my family’s. I’ll begin, though, with a back story…

Part I:
After three years of abdominal pain and ongoing tests, on October 4, 2012, our daughter, Stephanie, was diagnosed with Primary Schlerosing Cholangitis (PSC). She was 21 years old. Her doctor was the head of the Gastroenterology department and was extremely competent. He didn’t beat around the bush. He told us this wasn’t good. Below is a brief description:

Primary…

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#DeerSunday

Originally posted on Crash Course:

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THE PLAYER

Originally posted on hastywords:

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Your hand
Held hers
But your eyes
Reached
For mine
Sleight of hand
Shifting focus
You a player
With a pocket
Full of hearts
A romantic magician
With a 52 card deck
Full of trick plays
And when you called
For my final bet
I went all in
Losing everything
Because
You turned my heart
Into a spade

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Magazine Minds, Confectionary Lives and Cold Souls in Café Society

#Poetry #Books #MustRead #Amazon #Twitter Excellent Poetry

tuesday bloody tuesday

Cindy Baker:

#Great Poetry

Originally posted on jdubqca:


he was tired of being nice
so he moved on to better things
hooked up with some of the boys on
thursday night south of eighteenth street

his woman wasn’t happy with some
of the choices he was making
proceeded to tell him so friday morning

he bought a handgun and spent
his saturday at the pistol range
clearing his mind by repeatedly
reciting bang bang bang

on sunday she sat polishing her rosary
wearing dirty white gloves
church bells ringing in the distance

when monday night mob turns raw
he slips into a brand new world
picking up instincts and aiming
to get a clear shot at something


january two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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Loot the Louvre!

Originally posted on An Upturned Soul:

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“Out of the closets and into the museums, libraries, architectural monuments, concert halls, bookstores, recording studios and film studios of the world. Everything belongs to the inspired and dedicated thief…. Words, colors, light, sounds, stone, wood, bronze belong to the living artist. They belong to anyone who can use them. Loot the Louvre! A bas l’originalité, the sterile and assertive ego that imprisons us as it creates. Vive le vol-pure, shameless, total. We are not responsible. Steal anything in sight.” ― William S. Burroughs

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Have you ever noticed the strange coincidences which pop up in your life, sometimes on a daily basis, random little things which… after a pause or two for thought… make you wonder about certain aspects of life, your aspect of life, your particular fragment and all its facets in this giant crystal ball…

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Avoid People Who Make You…

Cindy Baker:

Excellent-

Originally posted on Becky Due... :

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Today’s Challenge: Avoid people who make you feel less than you are.

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Wendell Berry on Solitude and Why Pride and Despair Are the Two Great Enemies of Creative Work

Originally posted on WORDVIRUS:

by Maria Popova

“True solitude is found in the wild places, where one is without human obligation. One’s inner voices become audible… In consequence, one responds more clearly to other lives.”

“One can’t write directly about the soul,” Virginia Woolf wrote in her diary. Few writers have come to write about it — and to it — more directly than the novelist, poet, and environmental activist Wendell Berry, who describes himself as “a farmer of sorts and an artist of sorts.” In his wonderful and wonderfully titled essay collection What Are People For? (public library), Berry addresses with great elegance our neophilic tendencies and why innovation for the sake of novelty sells short the true value of creative work.

Novelty-fetishism, Berry suggests, is an act of vanity that serves neither the creator nor those created for:

Works of pride, by self-called creators, with their premium on…

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