, and quote is "Looked to everyone but me to answer my prayers, until I saw an angel in the bathroom who said she saw no one worth saving anywhere--Jewel".
Catie
I know her only from the inside
seeking adventure
searching for love
and finding truth
with six strings and solitude
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My Inspiration
1920-1994
The Genius of the Crowd
There is enough treachery, hatred
violence,
Absurdity in the average human
being
To supply any given army on any given
day.
AND The Best At Murder Are Those
Who Preach Against It.
AND The Best At Hate Are Those
Who Preach LOVE
AND THE BEST AT WAR
--FINALLY--ARE THOSE WHO
PREACH
PEACE
Those Who Preach GOD
NEED God
Those Who Preach PEACE
Do Not Have Peace.
THOSE WHO PREACH LOVE
DO NOT HAVE LOVE
BEWARE THE PREACHERS
Beware The Knowers.
Beware
Those Who
Are ALWAYS
READING
BOOKS
Beware Those Who Either Detest
Poverty Or Are Proud Of It
BEWARE Those Quick To Praise
For They Need PRAISE In Return
BEWARE Those Quick To Censure:
They Are Afraid Of What They Do
Not Know
Beware Those Who Seek Constant
Crowds; They Are Nothing
Alone
Beware
The Average Man
The Average Women
BEWARE Their Love
Their Love Is Average, Seeks
Average
But There Is Genius In Their Hatred
There Is Enough Genius In Their
Hatred To Kill You, To Kill
Anybody
Not Wanting Solitude
Not Understanding Solitude
They Will Attempt To Destroy
Anything
that Differs
From Their Own
Not Being Able
To Create Art
They Will Not
Understand Art
They Will Consider Their Failure
As Creators
Only As A Failure
Of The World
Not Being Able To Love Fully
They Will BELIEVE Your Love
Incomplete
AND THEN THEY WILL HATE
YOU
And Their Hatred Will Be Perfect
Like A Shining Diamond
Like A Knife
Like A Mountain
Like A TIGER
Like Hemlock
Their Finest
ART
--Charles Bukowski
1947-2007
Washing the steps
I was washing the hallway steps
with a sopped blue sponge and a bucket
of clouded water
and she was coming after
rubbing her thumb hard from side
to side
holding the dirt-smudged whirls up
with last night's lipstick-stained smile
that said Begin again at the top
and this time work your way down right--
so as I sit on the padded chair,
waxy faces floating by, nodding,
whispering words I can't quite hear,
a woman placing a hankie in my hand
almost makes me rise
to dust my mother's casket off,
where the others left their smudged
fingerprints without a second thought,
me half-expecting her to open those eyes
that saw every grit and mote,
for her to lift that thumb again to rub
the coffin's solid walnut grain,
tell me to go fill the bucket with some
warm suds
and the thick, heavey-duty sponge,
to put some heart into it this time,
to bear down, bear down,
till the shine comes up.
--Len Roberts
1974-
We Talk
We talk
slowly
about nothing
about movies
we stick to
surface streets
and find no
meaning in cafe windows
no substance in
hotel rooms
I used to unwrap you!
tender layers unfolding
like eager gold
but now
we are cool
and recount
our daily bores
as though
the sum of our
uses
equaled
something
(more)
substantial
while softer
things shrivel
and dry roots
go unfed
strangled
by the phone line
and all
that is
not said
--Jewel Kilcher
Writer's Block
[A question/answer with Dalany and nevadapoet]
hope you both don't mind
nevadapoet
January 22
January 23
Dear Shelly
I am the Queen of Writers Block...come sit beside me
I have been told by fellow writers that NOT thinking about writing will help, although, it didn't help me because I'm always thinking about writing, so here's what I do:
1. Try looking at a simple object. For example: a paperweight. start thinking of ways you could interpret the object. could it become a metaphor for something going on in your life?
2. I write down random sentences. If I like one, then I sort of build around it slowly.
3. Every single day I find five new words in the dictionary. I take the words and write them down and play with them. For example: one word could be, Diva. Do I know any divas? Why is a diva a diva? does this spur a memory? eh, you know what I mean.
4. I reread old poetry of mine and see if it inspires me to continue on with a memory
5. I read other poets.
Mostly, though, I just write what I want to and save it. I fix it up when I'm in the mood.
Taking a shot of vodka helps too
j/k
Hope this helps.
over and out,
dalaney
Guestbook
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sweet arrival on October 3you are the amazing one, catie. you are an inspiration to me... truly.
thank you for your kind words
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Goosse : Hi on July 22just stopped by to say hello, and i'll be back to read some of your writing soon.
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Nomadix on July 9AND THE BEST AT WAR
--FINALLY--ARE THOSE WHO
PREACH
PEACE
^^^ just to let you know. i thought "preach" was the end. and that you were saying "PEACE" as in, later. it made me laugh a lot. baiii -
luna-midnight on July 9haha like the new page
Dear Lane
Tell me how to cure writers block. I have been totally blocked with writing for over two months now and don't know what to do to get past it.Any suggestions?????
Shelly