by smwright Rewrites have a negative connotation in the writing world, and when listening to some writers talk about them, you’d suspect they were on par with a root canal! I’m well up to my head in revisions for my SciFi novel right now, but you won’t catch me griping about them. Revisions […]
‘There’s so much noise in contemporary art. So much gesture. I realized it wasn’t my natural bent to make a lot of noise, and I’m not very good at rhetorical gesture.” William Bailey, 1930-2020, painter, professor Yale University Image: William Bailey, “Eggs,” 1974, oil on linen. Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, Lawrence H. […]
via In Memory: “I realized it wasn’t my natural bent to make a lot of noise” — Art of Quotation
The pandemic has changed so many aspects of what was our “everyday lives.” One of the most dramatically affected things has been our relationships.
via A “StayHomeStaySafe Connecting = Anti-Social Distancing” Limerick — Poet’s Corner
Nothing in this world you own,
Not even your flesh or bone.
What can you give when you are unknown?
The journey you take is always alone.
Why then are we loitering here?
Why then do we have companions dear?
Why even commence this expedition at all?
When the periphery wall stands always tall.
This voyage is to assimilate experiences rich,
To accumulate them for next journey switch.
Bestow empathy, love, compassion, featherlight your soul,
For that’s the only way for the next better journey to enroll.
– sneha bhatt
My spade knocks against rock while gardening,
a speck of promise from a surface scratch.
More than a stone; composed, profound, sparkling,
it could be dislodged using skills I match.
It gleams, it glitters tantilisingly,
requiring little attention from me,
with my small fingers deft enough to claw,
my nails just long enough to loosen more.
I imagine it now mounted in gold,
over my larynx and under my jaw,
to give my voice credence when I get old.
Blast booming din kills.
Cacophony shakes.
The earth’s core unstills.
Gravel and clay takes
my treasure. Earthquake’s
violent vibration
ends aspiration.
—-
Sarra
London born and Manchester based, Sarra Culleno is a poet, mother of two and English teacher who performs at poetry events across the UK. She writes about children’s rights, motherhood, identity, gender, age, technology, the environment, politics, modern monogamy and education. Sarra is widely published. She features in many podcasts and radio shows, and was longlisted for the Cinnamon Press Pamphlet Prize. Sarra co-hosts Write Out Loud at Waterside Arts, and has performed as guest poet at numerous literary festivals.
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My father has an aquarium that he keeps in the basement of our house. I rarely go to the basement; I fed the fish for the first time last week.
via “The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.” — Jolenismo
Bars are closed. Theaters are closed. Sports are cancelled. Now is THE time to become a Book Nerd! To become a true book nerd, your primary source of reading material should be your local library. Most have ramped up their digital lending programs, allowing you extra checkouts and/or longer loan periods. But, if you are […]
via There’s No Better Time to Become a Book Nerd — Tammie Painter
For the last few nights since the dry and cold weather arrived we have been seeing a lovely orange-peach glow on the horizon when the sun has set. Last night though with a hint of cloud, the sky lit up and between the hours of 1700 – 1800 we were enchanted by the show as […]
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun. Pablo Picasso
If this sounds like the beginning of a particularly poor joke, I fear it may be one at my own expense… …impoverished watercolour painter walks into a swanky restaurant. Sits at the bar. Orders a coffee. Finishes coffee. Orders the bill. Whhaatttt!! Surely somebody somewhere must be joking! £4.44 for a coffee!? The longer story […]
