My poem 'Mother Nature House Hunting' is now online at Nthposition!
It's a great literary webzine, the poetry editor is the Canadian poet Todd Swift who also runs the literary blog Eyewear.
I've been tagged by Roxana to post 'a phrase: a few lines from a poem, a song, or an overheard sentence that rings important inside you'.
When I read Anne Sexton's poem, 'The Black Art', the first verse very much stuck in my head. I love these lines.
"A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl."
I would like to tag, if they want to play along, Rachel, Shug, Swiss, James, Jim and Dave.
21 comments:
Nice poem, Sorlil, and well done. It sounds as if you're feeling more positive too, which is great.
Read Mother Nature, reread it... intend to go back and read it again. Enjoyed it a lot.
there you go. some days it rain, some it shines, but it's all weather!
Like your extract. Will think about one to post. Yours made me think of the children's book 'Harriet the Spy' that SG and I have just read together.
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thankyou colin, I'm very glad you like it and yes I'm feeling a lot more positive thanks!
thanks dominic, I'm really glad you like it.
hi swiss, yes all ups and downs isn't it!
hi rachel, it's a great verse isn't it!
Good one Sorlil.
thanks honest man :)
A lovely poem at NthPosition. Congratulations!
You quote an interesting bit from Sexton. I have to admit I've never read very much of her work, but I like this. "She thinks she can warn the stars" is a wonderful line.
thankyou james, I'm very glad you like it!
funnily enough it took me a good while to get into Sexton, but I'd say she's definitely worth persevering with.
I just read your 'Mother Nature House Hunting' and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Great work. Thanks.
thanks maekitso, I'm really glad you like it!
May the success provide some creative impetus, Sorlil. I know that feeling of exhaustion too well.
I may do a full post around this later but for now I'll leave you with these lines:
Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental?
Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown?
Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground?
She said all the best freaks are here
She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So I said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
-Freaks, Marillion
You can hear it here. Do your ears a favour. This is one of those songs I could simply put on 'repeat' and listen to it over and over again.
:-)
thank you for playing, dear Sorlil! I am not sure about the first line, but the last will stay with me for sure :-)
Done my homework, Miss.
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Congratul;ations. Well deserved - and I will see what I can do. I would like to come out to play with you!
hi jim, thanks for that, very interesting!
hi roxana, thanks for tagging me!
thanks rachel, will pop over for the read!
thankyou dave, look forward to reading yours!
thankyou dick though you never seem to have much shortage in the way of poems!
bebruary the what? it's so far away in the past i can barely make it out! i believe you're due me a cake poem.
or perhaps soup.....?
"bebruary the what?" - my thoughts exactly, lol!
my typing. it's an art!
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