Deep thinking and writing
I love your mind and how you share and express yourself with your readers.......we see your words, and that is true poetry, pax A :)
bravo to any who can hold a brush and paint, i see it all in my head, doesn't seem to translate into the fingers :(
however your word paintings are masterpieces!
the essence of expression is indeed the consistency of its depth, direction and detail ... its substance also depends upon the poet's intuition and knowledge to express the elemental energy brewing within her soul, as you have done with this sterling mood of expressive motion ...
A wonderful dance I experience, through these lines shared, between creative passion and spiritual purpose. If the poet is after manifestations of "Life" molded from creative substance, the calm intensity read throughout tells this reader that "Life" is also enamored of the poet's own being, covered or overflowing with words, with images, with colors, with warmth and cold and beauty and rawness of being. Or something very very close to all of that :-)
Yup-Yup-Yup! I viewed the world as a watercolored landscape with a larger heaven than earth. I dipped in my brush and painted what to me was beauty. Years later, I saw the dried egg yolk on the wooden slats of a wall and grinned at the memories.
Open eggs and chicken feathers are not exactly brushes and paints-- time-bleached walls and chicken coops are not exactly canvas or vellum. Clucks are not time's music, unless you're an addle-minded tangent-child.
But there it is-- there are these images and phrases that come effortlessly to the mind-- zooming in and out-- whirling around in indecernable patterns, and somehow there's this urgency to capture it-- to record what came through on light wings. But the fingers are clumsy--heavy and bound by more earthly laws. And language and paint are awkward to wield until they gain momentum from the thoughts that spurred them.
I had this conversation with my brother a while back about the differences between intuitive poetry, and hammered-out poems. He likened himself to a blacksmith. Read the poem-- "Lament of the Blacksmith" by Leo Durrant. (http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=64361&id=197980) He captures the same essence of your write, but in a more heavy-handed way. It's a great poem. I think you'll like... --Charlie
Kate,
You capture the struggles of creativity very well; what starts out in a particular direction, in a particular medium or way of thinking often changes as if by its own volition and we lose control of it, the work seems to have a mind of its own, and at the end its personality is alien to us...and yet an essential part of us.
John
...Kate...to transfer the spirit of the soul...and bring it life...is what I find in your wonderful "Expression". Light and color to be found...and movement so that the beat of the heart...can remain.
I appreciate this style of art...
John
Your hints glide with ease )~( We have had this discussion before in another place & time ~ Are you in a constant state of refining your sense of beauty (yes)~ Are you always willing to submit (yes)~ Are you worried of stumbling with either foot (no)~ Are you thinking this review is a bit odd (no-comment).~()~. voelleov _ Ted
You...the artist...have used many different brush strokes to create this beautiful word painting...water colors...thick oils...but then leave the admirer to use a few "brush strokes" of his own. Just beautiful, Kate.
Easel walks on three legs, and we can be sure of Expression having tripod effect - maiden, mother, crone - each panel of womanhood on the color wheel of life. George Stubbs is the greatest painter of horses having worked mostly for the horse-loving British nobility. Four legs, three legs, and two legs...Kate, this is equine sturdy and sable soft at the same time. When an artist can combine all mediums of Expression, it is then a portrait suited for all Expression afficionados...poetry to be framed and hung in gold-leaf...be well you...
Capture... expressing is linked to perception, I think. Once it is time to express something, we're usually looking for memories linked to the precise moment of perception. And precision is something that is very present throughout this piece of writing. There are many short, expressive words put together, as if you were using and juxtaposing words also in a more physical, sculptural way.
Oh, and I love the lines where you explain creating like Michelangelo.
I like how you expressed and used the various ways of arts to express what your own potential is capable of and I know your muse is one of fire and passion that always ignites the imagination of others. Well done Sweet Kate...enjoyed.
hugs
Fee
Undone by the mastery of your pen, the hues you paint on my eyes: thank you. Gorgeous!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on December 3, 2008
As one with artistic inclination, I fell in love with this one dear Kate! I fully related to each line and read and re-read all the while feeling my way through wondering, too, how I might bring authenticity to life - "still or flowing." Beautiful!
On the contrary...your expressions and imagery defy gravity and leave us breathless...waiting to see where the next brush stroke will take us. You help each of us to fly...
Cryssa
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 3, 2008
Beautifully done, my friend, as always when you take pen to paper . . . Ah . . . Fingers to keys then . . . Pickey . . . Reading your words and phrases are like standing in a room and gazing at a beautiful painting of your spoken Michelangelo . . . And the wonderful thing about it is that you never fail to paint the words your own special way . . .
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Regis
muscular pigments arm-wrestle
shape and line, vie for space
in the picture;
in striving for that spark of life as in:
That is to say, like Michelangelo,
I’d tease skin from bone to ignite
the spark that flies from fingertip touch;
You make me feel the thought. - David
I love your mind and how you share and express yourself with your readers.......we see your words, and that is true poetry, pax A :)
words as your colors and expression as your brush.
Loved it, Kate!
Edwin
however your word paintings are masterpieces!
Aberjhani
Open eggs and chicken feathers are not exactly brushes and paints-- time-bleached walls and chicken coops are not exactly canvas or vellum. Clucks are not time's music, unless you're an addle-minded tangent-child.
But there it is-- there are these images and phrases that come effortlessly to the mind-- zooming in and out-- whirling around in indecernable patterns, and somehow there's this urgency to capture it-- to record what came through on light wings. But the fingers are clumsy--heavy and bound by more earthly laws. And language and paint are awkward to wield until they gain momentum from the thoughts that spurred them.
I had this conversation with my brother a while back about the differences between intuitive poetry, and hammered-out poems. He likened himself to a blacksmith. Read the poem-- "Lament of the Blacksmith" by Leo Durrant. (http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?AuthorID=64361&id=197980) He captures the same essence of your write, but in a more heavy-handed way. It's a great poem. I think you'll like... --Charlie
You capture the struggles of creativity very well; what starts out in a particular direction, in a particular medium or way of thinking often changes as if by its own volition and we lose control of it, the work seems to have a mind of its own, and at the end its personality is alien to us...and yet an essential part of us.
John
I appreciate this style of art...
John
that could be both Renoir and Rembrandt!
Bold and Brilliant, Kate!;-)
Love,
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D X0X0X0X0
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Love,
Sage
Oh, and I love the lines where you explain creating like Michelangelo.
Axilea
hugs
Fee
For this well penned Write
Enjoyed much
Love & peace be with you
William
Undone by the mastery of your pen, the hues you paint on my eyes: thank you. Gorgeous!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Cryssa