Madonna and Child Set in Blue
Magnetic Poetry Inspiration
Last year (2009) I bought a calendar because I was hoping my son would enjoy playing with words, putting them together in sentences. I did not expect him to magnetic poetrycompose poetry. Nothing of the kind happened. No poetry, no sentences, no interest. On his part.
I was skeptical and upset at the beginning, I prefer my calendars to be either beautiful or useful or both. This one seemed to be nothing but the source of irritation. The last year “calendar story” began with me buying two “O.K.” looking calendars with the 80% discount. My budget was tight and this “bargain” made me so happy!
On the 31st of December, 2009, when it was time to put a calendar on a wall, my father with a perplexed expression on his face asked me “Why did you buy calendars for 2009 and not 2010?!” I did not even realize that retailers might sell the last year merchandise. This year I made the same mistake with a planner, the same confusion over discounts and years. I was upset. How stupid of me! So, I was looking for my favourite calendars “Family Planners” with a lot of space for writing appointments and things like that. By the time I was looking for them, it was already mid-January and they were long gone. So I bought into idea of magnetic poetry. When I opened the calendar and looked at it, I was disappointed. Again. I just hated even looking at it. I guess I have this “thing” with calendars. Make a mistake and they get on your nerves the whole year.
However, things improved. The calendar claimed that it had “brain-stimulating exercises and thought-provoking quotes”. It did and it had a certain charm. Every month the calendar gave me an inspiration or an assignment to write or at least to think. The year 2010 is over but I have to admit that the calendar had an impact on me, the one that I least expected. I composed one poem and then another. I am not saying that they are high quality, but it would not even occur to me to try before.
The first quote of the month was:
“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I wrote it on an index card and it is still on the wall above my desk. It is truly inspiring. And I discovered that I love quotes by Goethe.
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Writing Comes Alive
Here Comes September
I know that January is considered to be the beginning of the year for most of the world. But Chinese New Year is celebrated differently. I always feel that the true New Year comes in September. New School year… I attended the school for sixteen years in total and now my son goes to school, so September always feels special. Those are my sentiments.
So, September 2009.
Short story or poetry
What plot illustrates my world
A strange character in the library
Creates a novel of me
(composed with Book Lover Kit, but not by me)
I really loved this little piece.
Then came the assignment and the inspiration.
There’s a famous American poem called “Song of Myself” by the poet Walt Whitman. Whitman had to struggle long and hard to get his song heard, but that didn’t stop him from singing (or writing as the case may be). Using the word tiles, begin your own song about yourself. Of course, there are many aspects of each of us – our families, our friends, our work. Consider all these things as you look over the word tiles and look for a word that seems to match up with some aspect of who you are, a way you feel or something you do. Use it as a starting point for a song of yourself.
Quote of the month:
“A bird does not sing because it has the answer; it sings because it has a song.”
Inspired. To Be or Not to Be?
Inspiration by Walt Whitman
Do you feel inspired?
“Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
I have never heard of this poem before, but there is the first time for everything. It is not an easy read (especially for someone whose first language is not English). And English literature is not my specialty either.
But let’s get back to reading. I printed the poem and started reading. It felt like stumbling more often than not. What? What are you talking about? And I like our Russian poetry be flowing and gentle to ears. Yes, I am aware poetry does not have to rhyme, but I still prefer rhyming. I like dancing and singing, rhythm is important to me.
I do plan to read the poem to the end, but for the moment, let’s take some lines for the inspiration – I need to start writing my own “Song of Myself”, after all. (Note: I wrote this in Septemper 2009, I still did not read his poem till the end, but I am glad I came across his name).
I celebrate myself, and sing myself
Trippers and askers surround me,
People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and
city I live in, or the nation,
The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new,
My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues,
The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love,
The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill-doing or loss
or lack of money, or depressions or exaltations,
Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news,
the fitful events;
These come to me days and nights and go from me again,
But they are not the Me myself.
Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am,
Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary,
Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next,
Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.
Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with
linguists and contenders,
I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.
Walt Whitman's impact on our generation
Do you like Walt Whitman's poetry?
Attempt # 2 at Inspiration
It was difficult for me to start. I just could not. So I picked another piece.
“Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
I celebrate myself, and sing myself
I know I am august,
I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood,
I see that the elementary laws never apologize,
(I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by,
I exist as I am, that is enough,
If no other in the world be aware I sit content,
And if each and all be aware I sit content.
I Celebrate Myself and Paint Myself
Now I will write my song, no matter how insane it is, insanity is only a stage, lack of sophistication is not a sin, I am free to write and sing what I want. In fact, I am totally free…
I like memory of dark clouds blending with
Almost tragic truth
Blue wind bringing changes into my world
The view of Blue Mountains seducing me
Into dreaming about freedom
I chase Blue bird of happiness that lives around
It refuses to live in captivity
Happiness and possession are from different galaxies
Captivity is not what the Blue Bird dreams about
It is freedom
I find delight in imagining that I fly like a blue butterfly
And in my dreams I fly so high it is maddening
I learn to love again and whisper tenderly into love’s ears
I find pleasure in accepting, submitting, surrendering
Drowning and surfacing, gliding on my blue moods
Dancing in the blue air
My era is blue, so are my universe and my life
I have been colour blind for so long
Or, maybe, it is only my memory failing me
Forcing me to forget who I am
I don’t want to pretend anymore,
I am letting go, I wonder who I am
And then Blue Light erupts from within
And I will never be able to go back into darkness
Blue speaks of authenticity, inspiration, sensitivity
Of light, intensity, depth, and happiness
Ask me “are you Blue?”
I paint myself blue and let my soul shine through
I let the Blue light radiate and travel the distance
I am becoming Lighter and Lighter, Bluer an Bluer
For Blue Light is the embodiment of me…
Dissolving in a Blue Light
- I Prefer Being Out of My Mind
I do hope you keep writing since I really "prefer" your deeper style of thought to so much of the superficial writing that is constantly in our face! (Chatkath)
- Jumping Into the Erotic Wave
Everything is left to the imagination of the reader. The automatic thing (a robot?) decided that it was too provocative to add the ads. The story of my life.
Searching for identity, submerging in the blue waters of music
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- SOCIONICS: Functions, Types, Tests
The meaning of three socionic criteria, extroversion/introversion, logic/ethic, sensation/intuition is almost the same as in MBTI for E/I, T/F and S/N criteria. There are only slight (but sometimes important) differences. For example, socionics does
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