May, 1915
May, 1915
Let us remember Spring will come again
To the scorched, blackened woods, where all the wounded trees
Wait, with their old wise patience for the heavenly rain,
Sure of the sky: sure of the sea to send its healing breeze,
Sure of the sun. And even as to these
Surely the Spring, when God shall please
Will come again like a divine surprise
To those who sit to-day with their great Dead, hands in their hands, eyes in their eyes,
At one with Love, at one with Grief: blind to the scattered things and changing skies.
– Charlotte Mew
Books and Reading Commonplace Book Poetry/Hymns/Lyrics: bird forever freedom hunter lark melody prey song verse
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From My Reading
A lark, caught in a hunter’s net
Sang sweeter than ever,
As if the falling melody
Might wing and net dissever.
At dusk the hunter took his prey,
The lark his freedom never.
All birds and men are sure to die
But songs may live forever.
From The Pillars of the Earth
Bob Ross Quotations
“Let’s do a little cabinectomy here.”
“Maybe in our world there lives a happy little tree over there.”
“Shwooop. Hehe. You have to make those little noises, or it just doesn’t work.”
“That’s a crooked tree. We’ll send him to Washington.”
“The only thing worse than yellow snow is green snow.”
“Water’s like me. It’s laaazy… Boy, it always looks for the easiest way to do things.”
“We don’t make mistakes, we just have happy accidents.”
“We want happy paintings. Happy paintings. If you want sad things, watch the news.”
Art and Design Books and Reading Commonplace Book Creativity and Creating
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These two quotations are really one, but I stopped and thought about the first part for a while before I read on to see what followed, so I’m going to break up what is really one paragraph in a book:
“When I get to heaven I mean to spend a considerable portion of my first million years in painting, and so get to the bottom of the subject.”
Flowers in a Green Vase
Winston Churchill (1874-1965)
“But then I shall require a still gayer palette than I get here below. I expect orange and vermilion will be the darkest, dullest colors upon it, and beyond them there will be a whole range of wonderful new colours which will delight the celestial eye.”
– from Painting as a Pastime
(While I was looking for an appropriate photo of one of his paintings, I came across this story, which I found rather interesting.)
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
On Poetry
A poem begins with a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a home-sickness, or a love-sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where the emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found the words.
– Robert Frost (1874-1963)
