When you face challenges, you naturally search for answers.
Have you, like me, ever fallen under a woven world’s wordspell? Some of Anthony’s poems on Hands in the Garden appear sensible and others completely obscure. For most of Sink to Surface, you enter another dimension. And even then you may never comprehend the road map.
Anthony Gorman’s first book may be the last place you think to look when in need. But perhaps it should be the first. And not necessarily to find answers, to solve problems. Rather to take a reprieve from life itself. Wander in wonderlands and eat chocolate and dream visions of peace.
Anthony’s work is never the ordinary. Do not expect truths to be spelled out in black and white. Expect to sift through technicolor visions and wade in waist deep, until you are ready to drown.
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With winter here, my mind turns to cozy. The Cozy Book by Mary Ann Hoberman is a delightful children’s picture book by the US Children’s Poet Laureate (2008-2011). Did you know there was such a title and honor?
I discovered this gem of a book, as a parent, who loved to read to her kids. This is a great book to snuggle up with in the deep winter, and discover all the elements that leave you feeling cozy. Think conversation starter!
Today, The Cozy Book serves as inspiration to finish writing my own vision of delight. My storyboard is all laid out as Lois Ehlert instructs, i have an illustrator, my friend’s son (see below), but the words choke.
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See, the problem for me is the story is a vine, tangled and rooted in my soul, and perfection is difficult when the mirror reveals all your insecurities. Deep flaws.
Nothing i imagine satisfies. The words don’t leap off the pages as they should. The magic of the place doesn’t sing.
This dream of putting together a children’s book, has been in my heart since my grandfather’s suicide. This 32 year old project desires to finish strong. I really need to get this done.
So do you need some advice to finish a project your working on as well? I believe we need to fly off the page and write! Or listen to these successful authors…they have actually accomplished much!
That would be me, reading Sebnem Sander’s new book “Ripples on the Pond” published December 4, 2017. Here is my review…
Brought a book along, to read, while on the white sands of the Gulf of Mexico. From Clearwater to Venice, Sebnem travels along, telling stories the waves often whisper and the gulls cry out loud. This book is for those who oft think and find beauty in everything or yearn to live mindfully. Each story has you linger a bit longer, while waiting for a sunset… or perhaps you are the person anticipating the sun rise. A real treat! A fantastic beach read!
I will treasure new stories this whole week, recklessly abandoned to my self… let each tale immerse into me, along with my tequila sunrise. You are a true delight to read Sebnem!
Here is her WordPress blog. Her book is available on Amazon now. Join me on Goodreads as Jeanne Elizabeth.
And to inspire your next write… a little music from Sebnem’s short story “The Typewriter” in memory of Sam Shepard.
Im ok being long forgotten, I wont be here to know. October 11, 2016
I have fine tuned three poems today and finished five pages of How to read a poem by Terry Eagleton. A rather rich book to fully digest adequately, I have decided to devour it would be uncouth. Besides, my brain on a binge, vomits, and what good are words ingested, only to be rebuked by acid?
I noticed today, how each reading, of every poem I have ever written, demands a tweak, pinch or pull. Perhaps that is a sign of inferiority on the part of my ability to write. Then I ponder why I write, why I shoved pen and paper to the far corners of the world for 20 years and even further back in time, spent childhood locked in a yellow room of charm, with imaginary stories, all in my mind. It seems “for my satisfaction” should be good enough and for the kind souls who bother to read, Im indebted. You bring sunshine into a life of darkness. Ok, so perhaps this dark night of my soul stretches to eternity, but I truly am not exaggerating. I have been caught in a bubble tunnel and the skin is unpoppable.