Books and Reading Commonplace Book Creativity and Creating Poetry/Hymns/Lyrics
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Stanley Kunitz on Poetry
So it is that poetry always seems about to burst into song, to break into dance, but the secret of the poet’s mastery is that he refrains from crossing over–the words stay words, they remain language.
Above all, poetry is intended for the ear. It must be felt to be understood, and before it can be felt it must be heard. Poets listen for their poems, and we, as readers, must listen in turn. If we listen hard enough, who knows?–we too may break into dance, perhaps for grief, perhaps for joy.
Stanley Kunitz (1905-2006)
From Poetspeak
Prints Now Available!
I am very excited to announce that, as of today, prints of my artwork are available at redbubble! I plan to add more work almost immediately, but right now “Daffodils” is available for purchase in notecard and various print forms, including a print on canvas. Prices start at just $3.42 (plus S&H, an unavoidable nuisance), so if any of you have ever wanted to own a bit of my work, now it won’t cost you very much.
The picture above is of a framed print, which is $91.20.
Stay tuned to the blog for updates as I add more work.
Update: I’ve added “Earthlodge Interior” (not previously posted on this blog or elsewhere), so hop on over and take a look!
Update #2: Right after I signed up, redbubble made an improvement that I really like. I now have my own personal gallery over there. I changed the link above to reflect this, but I’ll stick it here, too.
Update #3: I’ve uploaded all of what I had planned to now, and there’s plenty there to look at 
Andantino (Ivan Sings) by Aram Ilich Khachaturian
(Ivan Sings/Andantino by Khachaturian, one of my favorite piano pieces, 1:51)
(To avoid any confusion, I should note that I’m not the one playing on this video.)
Nick and Lark
Nick and Lark
A.M. Otwell, 2008
Acrylic on canvas
14 x 11 inches
Percy’s Paws
Percy’s Paws
A.M. Otwell, 2008
12 x 36 inches
Acrylic on Canvas
Suppliant
Suppliant
Father, I lift my hands to Thee:
Reject me not!
Mine eyes are blind, I cannot see.
Be Thou the lamp unto my feet,—
Guide to the rock of my retreat;
O Light, my darkness cries to Thee!
Reject me not!
Father, mine eyes with tears are wet,
Reject me not!
Though Thou forgive, shall I forget?
Nay, though thy mercy fall like rain,
My spirit must still bear the pain
And burden of a vast regret.
Reject me not!
To whom, unfriended, should I flee?
Reject me not!
To whom, my Father, but to Thee?—
Ah! ’t was thy child forgave the sin
Of the repentant Magdalen,
And blessed the thief on Calvary!—
Reject me not!
–Florence Earle Coates (1850-1927)
