tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post7429014706180201154..comments2024-03-20T16:46:13.343-04:00Comments on Marly Youmans / The Palace at 2:00 a.m. / poems, stories, novels: Another thing I liked--Marly Youmanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-64561171196989746532016-05-05T16:18:41.881-04:002016-05-05T16:18:41.881-04:00Yes, I believe in enchanting the world through art...Yes, I believe in enchanting the world through art--and that such a thing gives us new eyes to see what we have not been able to notice.Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-90862744740606962522016-05-05T14:27:46.025-04:002016-05-05T14:27:46.025-04:00humans en masse are boring. art should magicalize...humans en masse are boring. art should magicalize reality in order to bring it more strongly into perception so that some can, need i say it, jump out of their mudpuddles...Mudpuddlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17194891656971454279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-3761210846340241812016-05-05T01:15:55.566-04:002016-05-05T01:15:55.566-04:00You know, it has taken me years to adjust to a wor...You know, it has taken me years to adjust to a world that doesn't care if we are ceaselessly creative or not. And I found that stressful; I also found the marketing of often-meretricious art stressful. Meanwhile, I kept thinking that I didn't care about worldly success and only cared about making living works. But I still was bothered by how the world works, by the selling of art "Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-86057827564977102792016-05-05T00:59:36.706-04:002016-05-05T00:59:36.706-04:00This post is a great mini-florilegium of thoughts....This post is a great mini-florilegium of thoughts.<br /><br />Last week, I wondered if maybe I'd have less stress in my life if I were to stop writing. I quickly realized that if I did, I'd have no way to make sense of any of my experiences. It's not even an option I can consider at this point, though; it's simply too late to stop.Jeffhttp://www.quidplura.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-84522473611751053462016-05-03T07:18:43.043-04:002016-05-03T07:18:43.043-04:00I think the whole is well worth reading. And I kne...I think the whole is well worth reading. And I knew nothing of him!Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-65250404798947074542016-05-03T02:42:47.360-04:002016-05-03T02:42:47.360-04:00Always I run on too much. Not here though. This is...Always I run on too much. Not here though. This is good, connected, knowledgeable, passionate, occasionally idiomatic, persuasive stuff. I could elaborate, but no. Do me the great favour of taking these few words at face value. And see: no jokes either.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-85456672258462327502016-05-02T21:44:29.945-04:002016-05-02T21:44:29.945-04:00Oh, that's grand! I'm so glad. A good sonn...Oh, that's grand! I'm so glad. A good sonnet is a high goal. And yes, I think that a form like a sonnet pulls us outward--the rhyme and shape leads us on into unexpected places.<br /><br />But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,<br /> Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.<br /> --Wm. Sh. #5<br /><br />Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-12876473930214115062016-05-02T20:32:13.954-04:002016-05-02T20:32:13.954-04:00I've been writing lots of poems since your ear...I've been writing lots of poems since your earlier recommendations. I guess I wrote poems in high school, that sort of thing, but now I want to write a good sonnet. Laughing. I've learned a lot reading poetry the last two years. I always read poetry but never studied it like I do now. It's how you learn the best descriptive language. For some reason, poetry, the work of it, takes me Jane Harringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05914649664507501849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-49517455418034319582016-05-02T16:11:10.710-04:002016-05-02T16:11:10.710-04:00The world is full of spirit! And mud puddles are g...The world is full of spirit! And mud puddles are grand places to play and great reflectors. The poem from the poetry...<br /><br />O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer, <br />Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? <br />O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, <br />How can we know the dancer from the dance?Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-76050647515404658332016-05-02T15:22:29.081-04:002016-05-02T15:22:29.081-04:00i believe that EVERYONE is a poet, whether they ar...i believe that EVERYONE is a poet, whether they are aware of it or not... it's part and parcel of the human condition. it's just that in most it's never expressed or recognized as such. when ever a tree or a mudpuddle is seen, poetry is there... haha or maybe it would be more correct to say everything we sense is poetic, whether we recognize it or no; how to separate the poem Mudpuddlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17194891656971454279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-19584215200758757652016-05-02T14:19:01.868-04:002016-05-02T14:19:01.868-04:00Liked that so much--I've always wondered how p...Liked that so much--I've always wondered how people navigate life without writing or making art. Although I think that "art" can stretch to cover many creative things that a person is committed to doing.Marly Youmanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02377938366750387442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11539948.post-12901322902912666402016-05-02T12:40:03.818-04:002016-05-02T12:40:03.818-04:00Without writing one just piles up like heaps of le...<i>Without writing one just piles up like heaps of leaves. One doesn’t know what is happening or who one is.</i><br /><br />How right that is! Years ago I realized that writing (prose for me, though I am a reader of poetry) is one of the primary ways in which I think about existence. Writing has become a habitual way of sorting out the world. During periods when I am not writing, I never feel scott g.f.baileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05726743149139510832noreply@blogger.com