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I had a friend come to my house today. We ended up photographing some artwork I've had or felt I was still working on but didn't consider done. He also had a CD with him that had about twenty images of work I'd done around 1999. ... more  | Guestbook | |
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THE SOUL'S PRAYER
by: Sarojini Naidu (1879-1949)
In childhood’s pride I said to Thee:
‘O Thou, who mad’st me of Thy breath,
Speak, Master, and reveal to me
Thine inmost laws of life and death.
‘Give me to drink each joy and pain
Which Thine eternal hand can mete,
For my insatiate soul would drain
Earth’s utmost bitter, utmost sweet.
‘Spare me no bliss, no pang of strife,
Withhold no gift or grief I crave,
The intricate lore of love and life
And mystic knowledge of the grave.’
Lord, Thou didst answer stern and low:
‘Child, I will hearken to thy prayer,
And thy unconquered soul shall know
All passionate rapture and despair.
‘Thou shalt drink deep of joy and fame,
And love shall burn thee like a fire,
And pain shall cleanse thee like a flame,
To purge the dross from thy desire.
‘So shall thy chastened spirit yearn
To seek from its blind prayer release,
And spent and pardoned, sue to learn
The simple secret of My peace.
‘I, bending from my sevenfold height,
Will teach thee of My quickening grace,
Life is a prism of My light,
And Death the shadow of My face.’
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Hope you and yours have an AWESOME 4th my friend!
PEACE OUT...& Hugs,
Marc
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO |
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If you look closely, the two trees in the woods are lovers entwined. |
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Sorry you're in pain. Now you're not a blonde, not a purple flower, but a forest, heh. *hugs* |
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I didn't know what I was yet. I was about 24 yrs old. |
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What, you were once a Koontz-like female novelist? hehehe...sounds so much like something he does. He digs weridos. That's interesting, though. I wrote a mystery set at Gettysburg during the battle. I do all kinds of stuff.
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Once I wrote a realllly bad serial killer novel. My mom said she loved it but I knew it was crap. |
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And I'm gonna post the 2nd chapter, a very long one. Read it if you like. I won't be offended if you don't. It isn't for everyone. I'm fairly eclectic. I once wrote a horror novel about a black widow spider turning into a woman and setting up residence if a Colonial, lol. |
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I should let you see more of poems then! :) I don't do it as much as fiction, but I also am not a sometimes-poet. I have a fair number of pieces. |
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Good for you, Thomas. You're right, erotic elements, but, maybe I thought it was because of just one chapter.
I'm also not a good judge of fiction. Poetry is more my thing.
I hope you keep going with the story. |
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I appreciate your comment. I guess I should have said I'm not ready for criticism at this point on it. And I will say this: I speak the truth. For one, this isn't erotica. This is dark fantasy. It has erotic elements, yes, and before submitting it, I will tone it down. The first part is a dream and I asked myself: what would most disturb this character? THAT.
It is what it is. My characters talk and I faithfully dictate.
Again, thank you. |
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Just call me a ball of yarn, kitty...miaow! |
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so glad you cam e over, i have started to sue dictation for my childrens book and my daughter is sketching my ideas. it has turned out to be a lovely project to work on together... |
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I don't know if blondes have more fun. I'm kind of atypical. I'm almost always cranky because of pain. I have to adjust my demeanor hourly. I am also Finnish and the Finns are predisposed to depression, so with this said, I think other blondes may have more fun. |
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That lovely: simple as a leaf. I captured a leaf on a walk the other day, scanned it, then it bowed up, and I put it in the bathtub and took pics of it floating around, lol.
DO blondes have more fun? lol |
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I am simple as a leaf AND
I am blonde. |
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Oh and...OF COURSE it was about you. Why else would it be on your homepage comments? hehehehe |
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Well, I felt moved to write. Glad you had such a reaction. Now, imagine how my baby feels when I write something like this, but touched with great emotion and romance. However, I try not to write TOO many poems like that, would get old. Like buying gifts too much. A little is a lot. |
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I am officially bluffing. Let me say, (disclaimer) I spent over an hour trying to figure out how to put the pictures on as a new photo album. It was a lot easier transferring ones that were already built on 360 before than making a new one for me. Then, I severely edited the choices down to just two. Too shy. Then, I only wanted to put the photos there, not post them as new in blog but whenever I tried, and I took the album out a few times and tried different ways, it always simultaneously posted it as a blog post too. So I risked it. Popularity? Gulp. Why do I feel so scared then?
As for your poem, it's so nice. When I thought for a second it was about me I sat here and didn't move for a long time and then I realized I wasn't breathing either. Thank you. |
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Throw your head back.
Revel in your blondiness,
The sun your hair,
Your life is fair.
Throw your head back.
Wait for the rain,
Nevermind the pain.
Your life is fair.
Throw your head back.
Look at the veins in the sky,
The striations of cloud.
Your thunder is loud.
Throw your head back.
Sitting for the kiss,
But for you that is.
We will not see. |
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