Morning

B94CBC237FThe words I use are simple abstractions                                   Falling asunder                                                                            Written in the snow                                                                     As I contemplate the morning sky. 

There is something hypnotic about the sky at dawn. This is the morning of not quite light and not quite darkness. The slow rising light in service to Aurora, goddess of the dawn seems to linger in the eastern sky as the sun peering in from the horizon awakens’ compliments of brave Helios and his trusted steeds. And Venus, Continue reading Morning

Old October

90279041_XS“All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travelers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.”                                               -Thomas Wolfe

For some time, I’ve wanted to write something with this quote in mind that would bring some semblance of its brevity on one hand and at the same time the depth of Continue reading Old October

Quote9- James Joyce

IMG_0373“His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon the living and the dead.”                                                   –The Dead, James Joyce

The word swoon brings to mind rapture, bliss, rhapsody or a state of grace, transcendence, loss of consciousness, feeling faint. Continue reading Quote9- James Joyce

Build Me Your World

4EA8E81993The essential thing about a poet is that he builds us his world.”                                         -Ezra Pound

I love this quote and just maybe this is the only purpose of creativity of any kind… to build the world of the artist to others. Then what’s built inflects another and the flame of creativity passed forward. And what’s been said before is said again but with a different twist Continue reading Build Me Your World

Quote7

220px-Nathaniel_Hawthorne“I used to think I could imagine all passions, all feelings,     and states of the heart and mind; but how little did I know! Indeed, we are but shadows; we are not endowed with real life, and that which seems most real about us is but the thinnest substance of a dream, till the heart be touched. That touch creates us, then we begin to be, thereby we are beings of reality and inheritors of eternity.”                              -Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Chamber

Quote6

7477420104_fa8ac899f4_h“I spent my entire youth writing slowly with revisions and endless rehashing speculation and deleting and got so I was writing one sentence a day and the sentence had no feeling…FEELING is what I like in art, not CRAFTINESS and the hiding of feelings.”
-Jack Kerouac

My Favorite Book Challenge… The Razor’s Edge

A challenge, issued by Kevin Morris at Newauthoronline to write a post about our favorite book. (Please visit Kevin at his site; you will be glad you did!)

My choice is, The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham published in 1944.

An unusual book in that the author narrates but also plays himself in the story and hints that the novel may have some truth to it. You can Google it and find a few websites dedicated to proving it factual.

The story begins at the end of WW1 and follows Larry Darrell who served as a fighter pilot and saw action over the skies of France. Larry befriends another pilot, a jovial Irishman who dies after saving his life. From here on Larry’s life changes as he searches for answers about death, God and what’s the purpose.  He returns home to his fiancée Isabel and befuddles everyone as he turns down a job offer from his best friend Gray. He decides he wants to move to Paris and ‘loaf’ for a couple of years. Isabel loves him and will wait, but all the while thinking he will come to his senses.   Continue reading My Favorite Book Challenge… The Razor’s Edge

Parkinson’s, the Starry Night and Creativity

images (2)Science Looks to Find the Connection Between Parkinson’s and Creativity

If you hear a voice within you say ‘you cannot paint,’ then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.             -Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent Van Gogh suffered from manic depression and epilepsy, Edvard Munch with hallucinations and anxiety, and as a new study has revealed, Beethoven also suffered from manic depression. One cannot think of the genius of these three without thinking them eccentric to say the very least. Would they have displayed such genius if manic depression and anxiety were not an issue; if the seeds of great ability manifested in spite of illness? Would we then not think of them as exceptional in their field? Or did manic depression and anxiety give rise to their extraordinary talent? Maybe it was a little of both. Ask yourself the same question, would you become more creative after such a diagnoses? Continue reading Parkinson’s, the Starry Night and Creativity

Words in Flight

“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

Digital CaptureIt is time my children, you must leave this fortress; the battlements turned down. As Perceval left the forest in search of the Grail he knew nothing about, there are new adventures at hand for you and for me that we can’t at this time perceive… new words to write and old ones to reprimand. But it is all for naught if you never enter the world.

Continue reading Words in Flight

The Task

night-scene-208896_640Each night at sleeps silent gate, you lose who you are, what you are, where you are. All these things fall asunder as you lay your head down. But the silence only erupts into dreams and thoughts swirling uncontrollably as though in a hurricane of confusion. Continue reading The Task