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The Hands Of A Poet

Blog Posted by Brenda Atry: 5/12/2011 1:35:00 PM

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May 23, 2011 at 7:28 AM
I have a favorite sculpture at the Portland Museum of Art. It is a bunch of burned phone books placed on the wall so it looks like you are walking a stair way to heaven. When looking at it from a distance you can see the cross in the corner of it. When standing in front of it you can not see the cross. Just goes to show that everything has multiple perceptions, cory
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May 14, 2011 at 7:44 PM
I have had the same experience that Elaine describes. It's as if someone else has written the words, and that I'm reading them for the first time, and go "wow! where did that come from?"
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May 14, 2011 at 2:47 PM
I just posted the Poem "Daughter", insoired by my daughter!
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May 14, 2011 at 12:56 PM
The ringing telephone snapped me out of my dreams. My daughters Royalettes won the singing competition. Now, That deserves some verse! Ask for inspiration,it will be delivered!
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May 14, 2011 at 12:20 PM
I just returned from Hershey, Pennsylvania. My daughter was in a choral competition. I love watching her 12 year old mouth form the difficult latin lyrics.The weather was damp and I'm tired. Perhaps a nap with restore my inspration!
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May 13, 2011 at 12:03 PM
I have many times written poetry, that I had to read after its completion to know what (I?) had written. Lainie
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May 13, 2011 at 7:33 AM
I wish that were true more often for myself. I have to think long and hard for much of what I write, but on occasion it flows wonderfully!
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May 12, 2011 at 9:28 PM
i am a painter, brenda... i understand what you mean.. somehow , when this inner, raw source takes over, there's no stopping it.. i ahve done some pieces and when i look at them after some time ( articles, poems, speeches, paintings, interior designs, etc).. i ask myself: " did i do that?" i wish i could always touch and tap this inner resorvoir.. we all have it! :) adorable blog! :) huggs
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May 12, 2011 at 4:56 PM
Have you ever tried to touch your poem? I was unconsciously doing it when writing Dusk. My husband was watching me touch the air in front of me as if it was the image. I needed the tactile experience to find the correct words that I was searching for. Has that happened to anyone here?
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May 12, 2011 at 4:45 PM
When it's time for poetry I feel I have to release the restlessness in me. When I take a picture my eyes physically have a higher pressure and I have to press that button on the camera.
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May 12, 2011 at 4:33 PM
When something seen impresses me so much I just simply have to write about it immediately Brenda.. this is why I constantly carry copy books and lots of felt tip pens with me everywhere..luv.. nice inspiration in this blog..
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May 12, 2011 at 3:39 PM
Do you feel that we all are capable experiencing the same things, but interpreting it in different ways?
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May 12, 2011 at 3:28 PM
I feel the same thing in a different way, Brenda. Inspired energy from my inner subconscious being speaking mysteries that my concept mind does not yet understand. These mysteries are soon thereafter revealed unto my conscious mind. Agape, Moses
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May 12, 2011 at 1:58 PM
Brenda, this is new to me. Yes, I feel inspiration, but not a source of energy that flows through my hands. Are you familiar with the concept of "Automatic Writing"? Author Ruth Montgomery claimed another spirit guided her through her writing. Very interesting blog. Best wishes, Carolyn

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