poetryfest

“Art comes from art…” — Art of Quotation

“Art comes from art: I remember going to the Matisse show and seeing how Matisse had taken one of his own paintings, worked from it and transformed it, and that had led on to the next one and the next.” Anthony Caro, sculptor

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“You have to compose by the seat of your pants.” — Art of Quotation

There are no rules and regulations for perfect composition. If there were we would be able to put all the information into a computer and would come out with a masterpiece. We know that’s impossible. You have to compose by the seat of your pants. Arnold Newman, photographer

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“Our real enemy is not the virus but our response to the virus.” — Art of Quotation

Sometimes people ask me what it takes to be a writer. The only things you have to do, I tell them, are read constantly; write for thousands of hours; and have the masochistic ability to absorb a great deal of rejection and isolation. As it turns out, these qualities have prepared me well to deal […]

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Read Poem: Commence!, by Kohava Ray

Slowly our Spring creeps forward, cautiously approaching;
Ancient joy embraces us!

Reborn is not only for them, we share their body
Tree put forth rootlets, patiently grounding;

All life tests and savors all kinds of weather,
The dark nights still clasp them tightly, yet still they never forget to restart the day;

Green is the color of Go!
We say, why not?

Read Poem: Until We Meet Again, by Yurasil Canaan

I can recognize his voice now.
He left his odor on me. I still feel his hands caressing my body.
His soft lips pressed against mine.
Talking to him calms me.
He has managed to do the one thing no one has ever done, he makes me feel safe.
I can spend hours laying on his chest, I’ll never get tired of that.
His brown eyes and stupid smile gets me every time.
I love it when his strong dark skinned arms hug me.
His arms are covered with tattoos.
Tattoos that tell the pain he has been through.
I can stare at them for hours, like reading my favorite book.
We spend hours talking and I hate talking to people.
He gives me the confidence I need.
But I stay away, I can’t let us get too close and yet we are.
We are not afraid of each other.
It scares me that he is everything I ever wanted.

Read Poem by Bryce Kapono Smith

I had thought I’d be dead by now.

That’s been hard to get used to.
Now, don’t tempt me with a good time
Lost enough relishing in this missed-pain you scratched on my back
Because this isn’t like before, with a beginning, middle, and end.
It’s perpetually the middle now.
But to miss something is never to have had it in the first place
So I’m feeling lucky now I guess
Like when you bend down to tie your shoe just before hearing gunshots across the street.
Yet there are those memories, you know, that you have to scream out loud to get away from.
Since as much that’s given is as much taken
There are no excuses or any amount of apologizing to recover time given, taken, or wasted.
And though time and space is the brand of belt I wear around my pants
I’m still sorry.
No motives, just mistakes.

“Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.” — Art of Quotation

Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners. Mark Twain

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“The object is nothing, light is everything.” — Art of Quotation

Light glorifies everything. It transforms and ennobles the most commonplace and ordinary subjects. The object is nothing, light is everything. Leonard Missone, Belgian, photographer

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“This was a discount store, Now it’s turned into a cornfield… Don’t leave me stranded here I can’t get used to this lifestyle” — Art of Quotation

And as things fell apart Nobody paid much attention song quote from Nothing But Flowers, 1988, performed by The Talking Heads. Songwriters: David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison, Tina Weymouth In the News: ‘It’s positively alpine!’: Disbelief in big cities as air pollution falls “(Nothing But) Flowers” Here we stand Like an Adam and an […]

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“Drawing is not an exercise of particular dexterity, but above all a means of expressing intimate feelings and moods.” — Art of Quotation

“Drawing is not an exercise of particular dexterity, but above all a means of expressing intimate feelings and moods.” Henri Matisse. painter

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