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KuKamonpat rated 3 months ago- Beautiful Poetry. She feels everything.
- Snailrind rated 6 months ago
- "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do ... And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same." ~ Nelson Mandela
- phobix rated 7 months ago
- Excellent stuff, thanks for sharing these!
- NihilisticViolet rated 7 months ago
- Whore of Buntylon- Love the poetry "Watching frogs by the lily-pond We (lay | lie | will lie) quiet, calm and contented Perhaps you (looked | look | will look) at me and (said | say | will say): "You have shown me my soul." Perhaps I (replied | reply | will reply): "Only by the light of mine burning; you have set it on fire." Or perhaps it (was | is | will be) just a frog jumping, *PLIP* And we (said | say | will say) nothing, with our voices Just our eyes." ~
- nmilliken rated 8 months ago
- The poetry is beautiful.
- whitney-dill rated 9 months ago
- i love it
- FaithC rated 11 months ago
- These poems have soul.Thank you for playing with words like little mermaid with pearls... Tick, tock ... .. . Tick? . . . Tock! What I watch Watch what I Humble onion pie Deliciously dilettante Do you like me, do you like me? I like you! With cream Or apple sauce À la carte Or randombobbly Let's just make it up. What? What? What?! I hear fishes: They sing soliloquies And speak in asides Dance daringly In the foaming tide Get wet with me; wet with me; wet with me; WET! --isolde
- PeterJukes rated 11 months ago
"All through Andalusia . . . people speak constantly of duende, and recognize it with unfailing instinct when it appears. The wonderful flamenco singer El Lebrijano said: `When I sing with duende, no one can equal me.' . . . Manuel Torres, a man with more culture in his veins than anybody I have known, when listening to Falla play his own `Nocturno del Genaralife,' made his splendid pronouncement: `All that has dark sounds has duende.' And there is no greater truth.
"These dark sounds are the mystery, the roots thrusting into the fertile loam known to all of us, ignored by all of us, but from which we get what is real in art. . . .
"Thus duende is a power and not a behavior, it is a struggle and not a concept. I have heard an old master guitarist say: `Duende is not in the throat; duende surges up from the soles of the feet.' Which means it is not a matter of ability, but of real live form; of blood; of ancient culture; of creative action."
-- Federico Garcia Lorca
- frenchtwist rated 11 months ago
- Your hands upon me Taste like the first heady rush Of Spring's thawing wind, Bringing warm dampness where once: There was only Winter's cold. ~ isolde ~ Exquisite.