Daily Prompt Love <3 What's in the Water
10 August 2016
Woke up hearing this song. One of my favorites.
Make art about where God is. Or about casting out a line into the darkness.
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Daily Prompt Love <3
6/21/2016
I was raised Catholic, and in cultures that are very comfortable with the dead.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon them.
May they rest in peace.
Amen.
Make art celebrating the dead. Or write a prayer for the dead.
6/22/2016
Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
‘Cause I’m going to make this place your home
Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Just know you’re not alone
‘Cause I’m going to make this place your home
~written by Greg Holden and Drew Pearson, performed by Phillip Phillips
Make art about remembering you’re not alone.
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Must Read Monday! Doug Van Gundy: A Life Above Water
This week meet Doug Van Gundy, author of A Life Above Water. Doug teaches in both the BA and MFA writing programs at West Virginia Wesleyan College. His poems, essays and reviews have appeared in The Oxford American, Poems & Plays, Ecotone, Appalachian Heritage, Waccamaw and Poetry Salzburg Review. He is currently co-editing an anthology of contemporary writing from West Virginia for WVU Press and working on his second book of poems, tentatively titled, No Dog Inside.
Doug has also has been an elephant keeper, a copywriter, a country radio disk jockey, a letterpress operator, a television game show winner, and is a multi-talented musician. He’s an incredible old-time fiddler (along with playing a kajillion other instruments), performing with Paul Gartner in the duo Born Old.
Buy Doug’s beautiful book!
http://redhen.org/book/?uuid=F6650841-8509-33C3-0C69-129FD872CC95
Praise for A Life Above Water
Doug Van Gundy s poems are pitch-perfect and packed with indelible images, each as striking and distinct as a hawk in a clear blue sky above one of his beloved mountains. This poet has a genius for quick characterization, too; I love his crow-eyed bachelor men/who lived on the hillside and smelled/of fried potatoes and machine oil, for instance. Some of these poems are like whole novels. Doug Van Gundy has captured a culture in this book. –Lee Smith
More about Doug, poetry and music, at his website
Learn More About Doug’s Music and Born Old
https://www.facebook.com/bornoldband
http://www.countysales.com/products.php?product=DOUG-VAN-GUNDY-%26-PAUL-GARTNER-%27Born-Old%27
Read More from Doug Online
http://www.connotationpress.com/featured-guest-editor/poetry-october-2009/137-doug-van-gundy-poetry
http://www.storysouth.com/poetry/2008/06/west_virginia_vs_extractive_in.html
http://www.fishousepoems.org/keeper/
http://appalachianheritage.net/author/dougvangundy/
Hear Doug Read
https://soundcloud.com/storyweb/doug-van-gundy-a-beautiful-jar-of-jelly
And Play!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeOj7nLF3_Y
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnKAOWSO410
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZisqgmidCc
Happy Reading!
xo
Mary
Sometimes the Day is the Poem <3
Woke up hearing this 🙂 It’s a song I sing to my students. Yep. The future’s in good hands ❤
Rainbow Warrior – Martin Jondo
well dis one rainbow warrior
down ina babylon we´re chanting songs of freedom
and it go like dis brothers and sisters
said I am a rainbow warrior
rainbow rainbow warrior
lord I am a rainbow warrior
warrior of love now
we seh
war war dem fuss and dem fight
silly hypocrites well dem won´t unite
and I see dem fight a competion
well don´t dem know dis an impossible mission
but Jah love come to quench we thirst
we´ve enough of those dirty works
love a love a love a love a come quench we thirst
we´ve enough of those dirty words and
rainbow warrior
rainbow rainbow warrior
lord I am a rainbow a warrior
warrior of love now
so wah seh
so when I´m trodin´down in babylon
I just keep my heart so clean
so when I´m trodin´through the deadmans town
I just keep my love within
war war who fuss and who fight
is a murderer got blood in him eye
he´s down in a total illusion
feeling so smart ina devilious confusion
but a who concludes all the murders and crimes
is bringing peace and love and changing this times
well me and you well me and you
shall chant out more rhymes
toiling and spreading Jah wonders and signs and
rainbow warrior
rainbow rainbow warrior
lord I am a rainbow a warrior
warrior of love now
yeah once again we seh
said I am a
rainbow warrior
rainbow rainbow warrior
lord I am a rainbow a warrior
a warrior of love now
so weh weh so once again we seh so so
so when I´m trodin´down in babylon
I just keep my heart so clean
so when I´m trodin´ in the deadmans town
I just keep a rainbow within
said I am rainbow
said I am rainbow
said I am rainbow warrior in babylon
said I am the wickest said I am the strongest one
well I am a rainbow warrior in babylon
avoiding all wickedness in my heart on my tongue
oh love heh
we´re spreading love
yeah
we´re spreading love
yeah
Daily Prompt :-( When Fans Cry
Can’t even voice the loss I feel at Prince walking on to the next life. His music has been one of the most consistent and most important soundtracks of my life. I just don’t even have words.
Make art about the importance of music in your life.
Daily Prompt <3 Your Singing Place
Happy National Poetry Month! The Singing Place
Cold may lie the day,
And bare of grace;
At night I slip away
To the Singing Place.
A border of mist and doubt
Before the gate,
And the Dancing Stars grow still
As hushed I wait.
Then faint and far away
I catch the beat
In broken rhythm and rhyme
Of joyous feet,—
Lifting waves of sound
That will rise and swell
(If the prying eyes of thought
Break not the spell),
Rise and swell and retreat
And fall and flee,
As over the edge of sleep
They beckon me.
And I wait as the seaweed waits
For the lifting tide;
To ask would be to awake,—
To be denied.
I cloud my eyes in the mist
That veils the hem,—
And then with a rush I am past,-—
I am Theirs, and of Them!
And the pulsing chant swells up
To touch the sky,
And the song is joy, is life,
And the song am I!
The thunderous music peals
Around, o’erhead-
The dead would awake to hear
If there were dead;
But the life of the throbbing Sun
Is in the song,
And we weave the world anew,
And the Singing Throng
Fill every corner of space—-
Over the edge of sleep
I bring but a trace
Of the chants that pulse and sweep
In the Singing Place.
Make art about your singing place.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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