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Posts tagged ‘song’

Daily Prompt Love <3 Into the Mystic

21 August 2019 

It has been a Van Morrison morning around here. 

“And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic”

Make art about or inspired by the mystic. 

Sometimes the Day Is the Poem <3

 

Daily Prompt Love <3 Singing, and Solace, and Bridges

7 January 2018

Woke up hearing a beautiful tenor voice singing this song. 

“When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you…..When darkness comes, and pain is all around, Like a bridge over troubled water, I will ease your mind….” 

“Sail on, silver girl, sail on by. Your time has come to shine….”

Make art inspired by the last song you heard. Or about bridges. Or about being there for someone. 

Daily Prompt Love <3 Thanks and Love to the Talented and Generous Teri Lee Kline

16 June 2017

Make art inspired by a song that made you cry, that brought you to real tears. 

 

Daily Prompt <3 Making the Song We Sing

Happy National Poetry Month!

My late husband John Little Bear Eaton loved Stevens, especially this poem. When I read it now, I still hear his beautiful voice reciting it, that deep Georgia drawl. 

The Idea of Order at Key West

by Wallace Stevens

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.   
The water never formed to mind or voice,   
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion   
Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,   
That was not ours although we understood,   
Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.
The sea was not a mask. No more was she.   
The song and water were not medleyed sound   
Even if what she sang was what she heard,   
Since what she sang was uttered word by word.
It may be that in all her phrases stirred   
The grinding water and the gasping wind;   
But it was she and not the sea we heard.
For she was the maker of the song she sang.   
The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea
Was merely a place by which she walked to sing.   
Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew   
It was the spirit that we sought and knew   
That we should ask this often as she sang.
If it was only the dark voice of the sea   
That rose, or even colored by many waves;   
If it was only the outer voice of sky
And cloud, of the sunken coral water-walled,   
However clear, it would have been deep air,   
The heaving speech of air, a summer sound   
Repeated in a summer without end
And sound alone. But it was more than that,   
More even than her voice, and ours, among
The meaningless plungings of water and the wind,   
Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped   
On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres   
Of sky and sea.
                           It was her voice that made   
The sky acutest at its vanishing.   
She measured to the hour its solitude.   
She was the single artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,   
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we,   
As we beheld her striding there alone,
Knew that there never was a world for her   
Except the one she sang and, singing, made.
Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know,   
Why, when the singing ended and we turned   
Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights,   
The lights in the fishing boats at anchor there,   
As the night descended, tilting in the air,   
Mastered the night and portioned out the sea,   
Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles,   
Arranging, deepening, enchanting night.
Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon,   
The maker’s rage to order words of the sea,   
Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred,   
And of ourselves and of our origins,
In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.

 

Make art about being the maker of your own song. 

 

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