Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, February 9, 2015

Delicious Ambiguity...


"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I have learned, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories  don’t  have  a clear beginning, middle and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what is going to happen next. It is a delicious ambiguity."

Gilda Radner

Friday, September 12, 2014

Says Love...


It is what it is, says Love...

"It is madness, says reason.
It is what it is, says love.
It is unhappiness, says caution.
It is nothing but pain, says fear.
It has no future, says insight.
It is what it is, says love.
It is ridiculous, says pride.
It is foolish, says caution.
It is impossible, says experience.
It is what it is, says love."

Erich Fried

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Phenomenal Woman... Maya Angelou.


Maya Angelou. 
Phenomenal Woman

"Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me."

Maya Angelou

Photograph: Maya walking along the beach, San Francisco, 1970
Photograph Credits: Copyright Bettman | Corbis

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Saturday, May 10, 2014

I Am Not Kidding...


"Go into the arts. I am not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."

Kurt Vonnegut

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Unconditionally...


"I want you to listen to me without judging me.
I want you to give your opinion without giving me advice.
I want you to trust me without expecting anything.
I want you to help me without deciding for me.
I want you to care for me without smothering me.
I want you to see me without seeing yourself in me.
I want you to hug me without suffocating me.
I want you to encourage me without pressuring me.
I want you to hold me without holding me down.
I want you to protect me without lying.
I want you to come closer without intruding.
I want you to know everything that displeases you about me.
That you accept this and do not try to change it.
I want you to know that you can count on me today.
Unconditionally."

Jorge Bucay

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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

How to be an Artist...


How to be an Artist

Joseph Beuys.

Stay loose.
Learn to watch snails.
Plant impossible gardens.
Invite someone dangerous to tea.
Make little signs that say yes! And post them all over your house.
Make friends with freedom and uncertainty.
Look forward to dreams. Cry during movies.
Swing as high as you can on a swingset, by moonlight.
Cultivate moods.
Refuse to be "responsible".
Do it for love.
Take lots of naps.
Give money away. Do it now. The money will follow.
Believe in magic. Laugh a lot.
Celebrate every gorgeous moment.
Have wild imaginings, transformative dreams, and perfect calm.
Draw on the walls. Read every day.
Imagine yourself magic. Giggle with children.
Listen to old people. Open up. Dive in.
Be free. Bless yourself. Drive away fear.
Play with everything. Entertain your inner child.
You are innocent.
Build a fort with blankets.
Get wet. Hug trees. Write love letters.

Joseph Beuys. How to be an Artist.

And what are you going to do today?

I want to drink tea. And build forts with blanks. 

I want to read a book. A walk in the snow.

And do it...  For Love.

Much Loves to you too,

Angela.

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Friday, January 4, 2013

Desiderata... Desiderata...


Desiderata

Go placidly amidst the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its shams, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann
[written 1927]


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Monday, November 26, 2012

The Invitation...


"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."


Oriah Mountain Dreamer

The Invitation


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 to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

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By Oriah Mountain Dreamer from her book, THE INVITATION (c) 1999. Published by HarperONE, San Francisco. All rights reserved. Presented with permission of the author. www.oriah.org

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