Pretty awesome.  Although it does raise the question - why do writers and sometimes-tortured souls gravitate towards cats over dogs?

The whole poem is amazing, but I especially love this part:

Today again I am hardly myself.
It happens over and over.
It is heaven-sent.

-Mary Oliver, "Reckless Poem"

I found a new favorite blog.  'Tis amazing.  Perhaps the best summary of said blog (and new favorite quote): "

"Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry."
-Mark Strand

I think there is something wrong with me, lol.  I didn't work today and slept in until 1, which I haven't done in... I dunno, maybe since I was 5?  And then I got up, did some stuff, and fell back asleep while reading a book.  It's not normaly to need that much sleep but maybe everything's just catching up with me.  It's proving to me I really need ( Read more... )

Well if nothing else, all this stress and pressure is keeping my creative juices flowing.  (Watch - I say that and I won't feel inspired to write or draw for a year).  Just going to post a few scrapbook entries while I'm at my computer.

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I have actual thoughts and news to share.  Unfortunately the insane energy burst I got yesterday did not make its appearance today, so I'm just going to post a poem I found and leave the thoughts and news for another day.  Although I will go ahead and mention, since I know I will forget to later and inadvertantly hurt someone's feelings, that for ( Read more... )

I've been re-reading Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" a lot recently.  I actually don't think I've really met anyone that likes Walt Whitman, but he speaks to the side of me that is a nature lover and a philosopher, just as Anne Sexton speaks to the frenetic and insomniatic side, and Robert Frost speaks to the wanderer side.  He also helps me ( Read more... )

Lately, I have been inhaling poetry like air.  Perhaps it is my new form of escapism?  I have also become more reticent then usual - which my journal friends may find impossible (meanwhile thinking "YOU, reticent?"), but one of the reasons I use my journal so much is because I hardly ever speak out loud what I feel and I have to get it out in some ( Read more... )

I have no right to be updating given the fact that I have 6 papers to write between now and next Thursday, that I have still not unpacked from Thanksgiving break, but here I am nonetheless.

A friend on my f-list and I were talking about Anne Sexton and I realized I haven't read her stuff in awhile and this definitely needs to be corrected.

This poem ( Read more... )

My sister gave this to me freshman year when I was having a hard time, and I decided now was a good time to read it again...

The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want ( Read more... )