April is National Poetry Month

Note: I had this post set up to publish on the 13th, but I just realized when checking my dashboard that it never posted. No idea why. Even when I try to stay caught up, I am defeated by technology……

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“For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give names to the nameless so it can be thought. THe farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.

As they become known to and accepted by us, our feelings and the honest exploration of them become sanctuaries and spawning grounds for the most radical and daring of ideas. They become a safe-house for that difference so necessary to change and the conceptualization of any meaningful action. Right now, I could name at least ten ideas I would have found intolerable or incomprehensible and frightening, except as they came after dreams and poems. This is not idle fantasy, but a disciplined attention to the true meaning of “it feels right to me.”

~ Audre Lorde, from “Poetry is not a Luxury”

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Poet Gerald Stern reading his poem “The Dancing”

In all these rotten shops, in all this broken furniture
and wrinkled ties and baseball trophies and coffee pots
I have never seen a post-war Philco
with the automatic eye
nor heard Ravel’s “Bolero” the way I did
in 1945 in that tiny living room
on Beechwood Boulevard, nor danced as I did
then, my knives all flashing, my hair all streaming,
my mother red with laughter, my father cupping
his left hand under his armpit, doing the dance
of old Ukraine, the sound of his skin half drum,
half fart, the world at last a meadow,
the three of us whirling and singing, the three of us
screaming and falling, as if we were dying,
as if we could never stop — in 1945 —
in Pittsburgh, beautiful filthy Pittsburgh, home
of the evil Mellons, 5,000 miles away
from the other dancing — in Poland and Germany —
oh God of mercy, oh wild God.

Friday Leftovers . . .

Stunning Body Art Illusions by Gesine Marwedel

Reblogged from Beautiful Life

These are just amazingly beautiful. I had to do a double-take on more than one.

 

Gesine Marwedel body art

25-year-old German artist Gesine Marwedel uses human body as a canvases despite the fact that it’s one of the most challenging canvases for an artist – it breathes, sweats and moves. Her paint brush turns models into amazing swans or dolphins, making it hard to believe it’s all drawn on real people. A rehabilitation specialist by profession, Gesine admits that she loves how body painting helps people to rediscover their beauty. Take a look at these stunning body art paintings!

beautiful body art

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Gesine Marwedel art

Gesine Marwedel

Gesine Marwedel body art

beautiful body art

stunning body art

body art illusions

Gesine Marwedel art

Gesine Marwedel body art

beautiful body art

stunning body art

 

“When we’re very young and we are in despair, we think we will always be in despair. And it takes many years to recognize that there are cycles and to be patient . . . with the years we learn, in very sad and terrible ways, to be more patient with everything, including our sorrow.” ~ Mary Reufle, Interview with E. C. Belli (9/2012)

Found a copy of this beautiful poster, which was part of the Poetry in Motion series, sponsored by the Poetry Society of America:

Mary Reufle Voyager Poetry in Motion