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Post by Reilley on Mar 18, 2014 11:14:46 GMT -6
To celebrate my recent poem "So Far From Me" being published in the Spring 2014 Boston Literary Magazine, I'd like to share with you all the first poem I had published in that wonderful journal from the Fall of 2010. ------
Living the "Art" Life
You say you wish to live your life as if it were Art, do you? Then you must be willing to sacrifice yourself on the altar. You must learn to listen intently to the choir of air conditioning and the slow, languid electric chant of your flesh.
You should watch television with your mother, sadly enough, while your girlfriend rides in cars with strange men. You should drink every day, until bad things sprout from between the cracks in the floorboards of your mind.
You must wear a tattered bathrobe like a carnival tent and gather hours like found items at a yard sale. Sometimes, usually in the dead of winter, you must bawl like a baby at the sound of an alarm clock blinking 4:20.
Everyone will say how much you live for your art, they will marvel at your dedication and craft, while you hold your soul in a mason jar, looking inside to find the miracle trapped in the amber.
Should you persist in this, as only a true artist could, you would find that there is more, so much more to art than eating jelly straight from the jar, or cat’s whispers, or the fluttering of strange pink moths in the winds of your heart.
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Post by Brigid Briton on Mar 18, 2014 11:35:51 GMT -6
Bravo, Reilley, on both counts. I love this. Will have to check the other later on as time has gotten away from me again. This is the delicious piece of mind candy I will take with me through the day: "fluttering of strange pink moths in the winds of your heart". You do have a way with words, or did I already mention that? Brigid
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Post by Daniel Mark Extrom on Mar 19, 2014 9:08:42 GMT -6
Whoa! I'm going to need some medication!
What imagery! What a sad, painful choice to have to make: to choose between a life creating beautiful, thought-provoking things (which turns out not to be a choice at all for many or even most artists/creative people) and a life that in some small way co-exists without too much envy being present or necessary in a world of pretty, green lawns and flowery gardens and Mercedes in driveways and new fancy clothes on fancy hangers in an enormous closet. (How's that? I got carried away!)
The artist only becomes valued, it seems, when someone who likely already has a lot of money figures out a way to make more money on the artist's talents and hard work while the artist settles for the crumbs that fall to the floor.
We have to learn to be marketers, and we are not well-prepared for that. Maybe we all have to learn how to help each other. Brigid's hard work on this site is a start, as is your work in/on the journals.
A very good poem, Reilley! Too much to think about for this little brain in my head! But a thousand thoughts nonetheless.
Dan
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pegesus
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Post by pegesus on Mar 29, 2014 21:19:13 GMT -6
yes, Dan has said, this provokes the mind to think and dwell on ones artistic flows and choices of life. Most of us are not marketers of our own work, so they generally sit on the selves gathering dust. I have 4 that do that very well. Congratulations on your publishing, that in itself shows that your talent has been rightly recognized. I enjoyed this very much love and hugs mary etta
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