so there are not too many days left to print for free
at the university that was standing on my creative juice
things i would do if i had money
new 501 jeans
a plaid shirt with absurd colors
a fucking pillow for the case my mother sent me for my birthday
get a job anyway
print my paintings and make cards
TEE SHIRTS HOODIES
i dunno
a whore for art i am
i think you are supposed to be a whore to sell it
i dunno
not an office or a room
lease a mercedes====put all the rest in a bank acct and fix my credit
stash 6000
i see lemon walls
crackle paint on my way down there repair
afraid to look
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creativesoul
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afraid to look
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: afraid to look
tell it like you feel it...dream big...spin the dial...see what the arrow lands on...everyone should have a Tee Shirt Hoodie....everyone
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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creativesoul
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Re: afraid to look
with my painting on it---
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reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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theirishsea
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Re: afraid to look
Interesting poem. I know that doesn't say anything but that your poem interests me.
Though I've read some of your poems and some of your comments over a period of time, I don't know you, so what I'm saying now is just conjecture, maybe way off target.
What it appears is that you are close to graduating from a university and are caught in that quagmire time of transition----now what? You are very dedicated to your art----painting? poetry? Anyway an artist in a very commercial society. You want certain basic material things but rather be mobile----though you think big on that----a Mercedes, not a Chevy.
That line "get a job anyway"----that's a key line. Is that you speaking it or your mother? Or both? I see that as a key line.
the end of the poem
i see lemon walls
crackle paint on my way down there repair
What do they mean? Reality? The photos are fascinating. Is this poem about buying and fixing up a house or maybe not buying but repairing where you live? Is it about transition in life? I think it is. Is the choice between that of the artist ideal opposed to the student real.
I see a complexity in this poem. Maybe the personal circumstances, the biography of the poem is simple, but to me, who may not be that an astute reader and/or has his own baggage through which I interpret everything, this poem is about the fear of choosing, being forced to choose, to somehow compromise the great idealism with a less than ideal reality.
Though I've read some of your poems and some of your comments over a period of time, I don't know you, so what I'm saying now is just conjecture, maybe way off target.
What it appears is that you are close to graduating from a university and are caught in that quagmire time of transition----now what? You are very dedicated to your art----painting? poetry? Anyway an artist in a very commercial society. You want certain basic material things but rather be mobile----though you think big on that----a Mercedes, not a Chevy.
That line "get a job anyway"----that's a key line. Is that you speaking it or your mother? Or both? I see that as a key line.
the end of the poem
i see lemon walls
crackle paint on my way down there repair
What do they mean? Reality? The photos are fascinating. Is this poem about buying and fixing up a house or maybe not buying but repairing where you live? Is it about transition in life? I think it is. Is the choice between that of the artist ideal opposed to the student real.
I see a complexity in this poem. Maybe the personal circumstances, the biography of the poem is simple, but to me, who may not be that an astute reader and/or has his own baggage through which I interpret everything, this poem is about the fear of choosing, being forced to choose, to somehow compromise the great idealism with a less than ideal reality.
The Irish Sea Is Always In Turmoil, Even When Calm.
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creativesoul
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Re: afraid to look
My ears and mind look like that of a dog quite happy to see you-
Fact- I quit post bac art school
No more people with terms like " degree seeking " -
I will hang out at the library and print my last few sentences
I did not want another project- I only wanted inspiration
And I cannot go to the museum with yet another art class
It is sacred in there
And some people disturb the grid
I won my law suit
I dunno what to do
Really
In fact
That is a working title of a screen play
Fact- I quit post bac art school
No more people with terms like " degree seeking " -
I will hang out at the library and print my last few sentences
I did not want another project- I only wanted inspiration
And I cannot go to the museum with yet another art class
It is sacred in there
And some people disturb the grid
I won my law suit
I dunno what to do
Really
In fact
That is a working title of a screen play
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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leafsailors ghost
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Re: afraid to look
Sunny rooms
leaning sholder trees
new days
energy for art
free
elivation requires climbing
new tires on an old car feel good
art can not be taught or learned
like love
it hurts so
alone
it must be done
it must live
it reaces out
to give
slash the lines across the page
then set the stage
let the colors rage
set them free to to let you know
smile for me
leaning sholder trees
new days
energy for art
free
elivation requires climbing
new tires on an old car feel good
art can not be taught or learned
like love
it hurts so
alone
it must be done
it must live
it reaces out
to give
slash the lines across the page
then set the stage
let the colors rage
set them free to to let you know
smile for me
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creativesoul
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Re: afraid to look
He was not quite sure
About the intrigue he felt
With her
She was a poem on the other side
Of many words
And silken roads
She had taken to alone
The brushes were watching
Once again
Preparing
He wanted to see what was inside
Her blood was paint
Her heart mixed colors and presented hands that are willing
For God to use
Chosen carefully
She wakes in the dark early morning hours
Just to see
What the food is doing in the refrigerator
Or if the coffee is better at that time
Then the bike
Starts talking
The dog pretends not to care
Until the shoes move
Then he's all over it
There are magnetic words on the refrigerator
Raspberries
Brown sugar and moods yogurt at 4 in the morning
The headaches are gone where is the leash?
About the intrigue he felt
With her
She was a poem on the other side
Of many words
And silken roads
She had taken to alone
The brushes were watching
Once again
Preparing
He wanted to see what was inside
Her blood was paint
Her heart mixed colors and presented hands that are willing
For God to use
Chosen carefully
She wakes in the dark early morning hours
Just to see
What the food is doing in the refrigerator
Or if the coffee is better at that time
Then the bike
Starts talking
The dog pretends not to care
Until the shoes move
Then he's all over it
There are magnetic words on the refrigerator
Raspberries
Brown sugar and moods yogurt at 4 in the morning
The headaches are gone where is the leash?
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: afraid to look
nice string of poetic responses.... 
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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creativesoul
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Re: afraid to look
I found out
The big secret
I'm not unique or different
I am just kind of like you
I like that
Makes me chuckle in the dark
Before falling into
A sleep
That rocks dream time
Altogether
Thank you my friend
The big secret
I'm not unique or different
I am just kind of like you
I like that
Makes me chuckle in the dark
Before falling into
A sleep
That rocks dream time
Altogether
Thank you my friend
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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