has just been named. I must admit I am not familiar with her work, but after reading the two short poems in this article I'm intrigued and will read more. Sounds like a free spirit.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/17/books/17poet.html?_r=1&hp&oref=slogin
She has published six collections of poetry. I just previewed the one entitled Say Uncle on Amazon, where they let you read 4 or 5 poems. Interesting!
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The questions answered with a question and “an absence of boundaries, an absence of edges, as if my brain could do anything”.
Oh boy! Do I know that feeling!! The peacefulness that beckons the fiber of my being. There's something in those mountains. They do "talk" to you. The oceans do too to some people and also the wind. Robert W. Service understood this also.
I can understand this feeling generated by being in the mountains - I felt some of it while traveling thru the Adirondacks years ago and looking out over the world (albeit probably not quite the same as the view from a lookout in the Rockies ...).
I can see why this lady's words would appeal to both you and Cheryl - I don't know you well enough to appreciate your internal urges to write but I do know Cheryl would identify with her ....
The writing I've done was mostly long long ago and dealt with mostly personal feelings. Reading it now it is very amatuerish.
I've had the urge to write some things but held back for some reason I don't know. My poetry is old school, almost entirely with rhyme and meter. I have a good idea (my opinion) for the beginning of a story but have no idea of what to do or where to go with it. So it languishes (sp?).
As for the mountains, I've felt it to some extent when going through the Smokies. In addition I also got the feeling of great age there.
...feeling of great age? I sometimes feel like that but coffee perks me right up.
Biddie, I just discovered your 2 comments on my June 27 post. Have posted a reply.
OK... the feeling of great age was in my surroundings. Not me! I'm going to be 33 this year. [grin]
She's new to me as well, but from what I read I like her. I'm going to look for her work next time I'm at Borders.
Here's another one by her.
Felix Crow
Crow school
is basic and
short as a rule—
just the rudiments
of quid pro crow
for most students.
Then each lives out
his unenlightened
span, adding his
bit of blight
to the collected
history of pushing out
the sweeter species;
briefly swaggering the
swagger of his
aggravating ancestors
down my street.
And every time
I like him
when we meet.
Sorry for the deletion, but when I reread my post...
well..it was dopey :P
Sometimes I think I sound like a pretentious windbag.
Feh!
Don't feel like the Long Ranger! I'm sure each and every one of us have felt that way sometimes.
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