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cOMICS feb'03
Liberty and Corruption
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These two poetic statements were used for an essay for Susan Deer Cloud's class on poetry, frosh year.
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Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or bush does is lost to you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
---David Wagoner
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There are many disciplines that streghten one's athleticism for love. It takes all one's strength. And yet it takes all one's weakness too. Sometimes it is only by having all one's so-called strength pulverized that one is weak enough, strong enough, to yield. It takes that power of nature in one which is neither strength nor weakness but closer perhaps to virtu, person, personalized energy. Do not speak about strength and weakness, manliness and womanliness, aggressivenss and submissiveness. Look at this flower. Look at this child. Look at this rock with lichen growing on it. Listen to this gull scream as he drops through the air to gobble the bread I throw and clumsily rights himself in the wind. Bear ye one another's burdens, the Lord said, and he was talking law.
Love is not a doctrine, Peace is not an international agreement. Love and Peace are beings who live as possibilites in us.
---M. C. Richards |
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Here are links to some of my work:
5.8.03: this was written for the poets for peace reading a little while ago.
5.7.03: this is short but sweet, and was written as i sat down on a couch on the second floor of the bartle library, right before i tried doing some required reading and fell asleep.
5.7.03: this was written for erica, shortly after she and teren visited afton over the winter break between semesters.
5.7.03: this is a very good piece that i wish i'd taken more time to continue, but it was also from the same week in the semester where fever wracked my body. i was def. in an altered state of conciousness, because my imagination worked in ways that were different. what i was describing here was so vivid to me, then. i usually don't have extended journeys into my imagination that are so vividly focused... regardless, i wish i'd continued it instead of ending it as i did. I added the last part, bringing it to reality, simply to give it a sort of ending so that i could turn it in as an assignment for creative writing. here it is!
5.7.03: this is a cool poem that I wrote just the other day while sitting in the classroom for creative writing (actually, it was last week...) looking up at the cieling tiles. i'm convinced that the elves do stop running, sometimes, just to spite me!
5.7.03: this is the coolest poem i've ever written, where concerning the shape of the words on the page. I quite like it for it's lyricalness, too :)
5.7.03: this is a short ditty that rhymes well.
5.7.03: this was written at the beginning of the spring '03 semester while i had a fever for six straight days, the entire second week of classes.
5.7.03: this poem was prompted by a story i read for comparative literature, "the magical poker."
5.7.03: this was a reaction to the peace reading, poets for peace, that replaced on of our creative writing 350 classes
4.10.03: this is one looking at some issues of doubt.
4.10.03: this is the only 4.10 poem here that was actually written today, April 10th. It was inspired by Day Star's presentation and performance last night.
4.10.03: this explores the inner struggle of emotion, insecurity, and what other issues one can face.
4.10.03: this was written, obviously, after a late night trip to the Nite Owl.
4.10.03: this was written on the way home from the Track Team's Indoor League Championship meet in Boston.
11.15.02:a halloween exercise for Susan's class, eng114d, from first semester frosh year. |
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