the poetry flows
from my lips
mmmmmm...
exquisite
the taste
that you get
when i tongue lick
a rhythm
and spin it like this
twisting the words
pure lyrical bliss
(canvas text)
Blog about the piece:
There has always been something inside of me that tells me to write. Even when I feel like there is nothing to write about my fingers remain typing and my pen keeps scribing. It's what I do. It's what I love. I'm not sure how many of you are familiar with the book "Letters to a Young Poet" by Rainer Maria Rilke, but it is a wonderful compilation of his letters to the young poet Franz Kappus. In it he writes about this urge to write. He says, "There is only one way: Go within. Search for the cause, find the impetus that bids you write. Put it to this test: Does it stretch out its roots in the deepest place in your heart? Can you avow that you would die if you were forbidden to write? Above all, in the most silent hour of your night, ask yourself this: Must I write? Dig deep into yourself for a true answer. And if it should ring its assent, if you can confidently meet this serious question with a simple, "I must," then build your life upon it. It has become your necessity." I don't think that there is a more beautiful and direct way of saying go for your dreams, live your passions. What is it that is inside of you calling from the deepest place in your heart? Dare to explore it more.
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