David Whyte knows whereof he speaks when it comes to the meaning of “work.” He has been bringing poetry to the corporate world for decades, and challenging people to deepen their understanding and practice of the work they do. Work is a very serious matter indeed. We freight our work with meaning and identity, and fight hard and long for some kind of purpose in our endeavours. Vocation can never be defined solely by the organization for which we currently work, though it shou
David Whyte is not a typical poet. He performs his readings to share his own writing, which will stir your soul, and the poetry of others, which he finds inspirational and expects others will too. Actually, he knows from experience that they will, because Whyte has been bringing poetry to the corporate world for decades, and challenging people to deepen their understanding and practice of the work they do. He thinks this is essential for deriving meaning and satisfaction from
I have loved the work of Mary Oliver for many years. Reading a poem by Oliver fills me, allows me to revel in a feeling so beautifully described that I can barely contain it within me. It wants to expand, grow, reach up to the moon, the stars. Barely Contained Oliver has always expressed her private nature, her solitary life, but recently I ran across this interview and was greatly surprised by how ebullient she was. I think my favorite question, posed by Maria Shriver, was “
. Yesterday I posted my latest painting (21″ x 21.5,”). It is one of those pieces I put it out with fear and trembling. It means so much to me, but will it communicate the strong emotions that produced it? Red Bird I wrote a poem to go with it, and again, I have many personal connections with the subject. I will let you judge for yourself, but my hope is that it will speak to you. #CWWOL20111224 #present #killer #wings #poetry #RedBird #suffering
Before I went to work today (running a school library), I took a quick look at my mail and saw the notice of a comment from my talented friend, Elena Ray. This prompted a visit to her site, where one of her recent works, Sacred Architecture, burned its way into my retinas and my brain. I kept seeing after images all day. In between class visits to the library, where I sang “Aiken Drum” and assembled a silly man in the moon out of pictures of food (much to the delight of my st
Nasa Science News offers some facts about Super Moons, and the moon in general: For reasons not fully understood by astronomers or psychologists, low-hanging Moons look unnaturally large when they beam through trees, buildings and other foreground objects. On March 19th, why not let the “Moon illusion” amplify a full Moon that’s extra-big to begin with? The swollen orb rising in the east at sunset may seem so nearby, you can almost reach out and touch it.< But Mary Oliver kno
I have gone again and again to this post about feathers, on Art Propelled. Robyn Gordon has such a magnificent eye, from my perspective. I am in love with how she chooses a theme, then finds different artists’ works to illustrate the feelings/ideas she wants to express. None of her work is featured in this post, but it is well worth exploring. She could have added June’s Angel to the mix . . . June's Angel ~ by Robyn Gordon or Broken Angels. Broken Angels ~ by Robyn Gordon An
Read the introduction on poet David Whyte‘s page, and your spirit will be utterly seduced by his: P O E T R Y The poet lives and writes at the frontier between deep internal experience and the revelations of the outer world. There is no going back for the poet once this frontier has been reached; a new territory is visible and what has been said cannot be unsaid. The discipline of poetry is in overhearing yourself say difficult truths from which it is impossible to retreat. P
Do you want to see my starfish?
the small boy exulted, flauntinghis treasure before usand everyone else on the beach.We smiled and paid himour attention butcan anyone own a starfish(or a husband or a child)?We brandish our birthcertificates and fileour contracts, but all we really haveis our own being and a few chancesto fathom the depth of that oceanbefore the last tidegoes out. What we want won’t matter, then, and even our prized craniums will deposittheir contents on th
I’m a teacher, too, and Mr. Mali does us proud. The New York Times called Mali a ranting comic showman and a literary provocateur. Michele Forman, 2001 National Teacher of the Year (USA), said, “Taylor Mali speaks of the world of the teacher with power and grace. His voice is our voice. ” Buy Mali’s books, and watch his Poem Videos. Or, get involved and join Poetry Slam, Inc. His 13 tips for performing poetry in public are inspiring and convincing. My favorites: #3: Clarity a
What Was Your Face Before You Were Born? When the heart bursts into flame history completely disappears and lightning strikes the ocean in each cell. – There, before origins, where the double helix is struck like a tuning fork there is a hum on which the universe is strung. (by Stephen Levine, in The Way Ahead, edited by Eddie and Debbie Shapiro.) #DebbieShapiro #EddieSahpiro #StephenLevine #CarolWiebe #WhatWasYourFaceBeforeYouWereBorn #doublehelix #TheWayAhead #poetry #univ
Tammy Vitale, a dear and supportive blogosphere friend, is featured on MMCA Marketplace. I happened upon Tammy’s blog, Women, Art, Life: Weaving It All Together, and soon became a regular reader for a number of reasons. I love her work: it has wonderful energy and is very unique. Her ceramic torsos are gorgeous, as are her tiles and jewelery. And they all work together: a piece of jewelry (when it’s not being worn) might hang on the torso and a tile may continue a theme from
But now I saw that . . . she, and maybe every other person, was like row upon row of white rooms. You can go together through some of them, but they have no end, and you cannot accompany anyone through them all.
~Peter Høeg (Borderliners, p. 157 ) Novels and poetry are great art activators for me. Some lines are like start buttons: the images just start flowing, accompanied by a feeling so deep it is challenging to try and express why thos
I have an insightful friend/artist, who asked me a very pertinent question about the poetry I write. Let me tell you that when discussing things with her, you had better be prepared for razor sharp penetration to the heart of an issue. It is one of the things I love about her. I had mentioned that I wasn’t writing much anymore, because I was so focused on quilt making. Here was her question/statement: “Surely the contemplative nature of its incubation could be a productive pa
I received an update to Jessica Wesolek’s Cre8it Art Blog today. Jessica is the very talented inventor of Sheer Heaven, to name but one product in her line. Her November 26, 2008 blog post features a wonderful Youtube presentation called, “Art, Art, I want you!” I have to pass it on as well. The artist on this video is Andrea Dorfman, and the poem is by Tanya Davis. Both these highly creative women are Canadians. We Canadians really know how to express our desires, eh? And yo
My dad is turning 80 in a few days, and he has been very much on my mind. This morning I wrote a poem for him, and his beloved bromeliad, which he has nurtured for the past few years, along with a beautiful yard and garden. Happy Birthday Dad! #nurture #parents #Aechema #purecontentment #HappyBirthdayDad #poetry #bromeliad #flowers #responsibilities
My son was lucky enough to get tickets to the Leonard Cohen concert when Cohen came to Kitchener this June. The man is more than a legend. As Robert Reid wrote, for the Kitchener Record, I'm Your Man “[H}is charisma is not the result of fashion, sex appeal or even force of personality. It’s a form of grace, a gift with appeal that transcends mere attractiveness.
After each song, and in response to thunderous applause and regular standing ovations, the Monk of Rock offered his
Kids don’t just go over to each others’ houses anymore; they have a play-date. Well, this Friday, my sister is coming over to begin our marathon art play-date. Being some 2500+ miles apart, this does not happen very often. So, I am VERY EXCITED about it. This is not about getting company: this isn’t the typical family visit, to catch up on family news, nor is it about business, although I’m sure she could give me a few tips. It’s about ART and the fact that we both love doing
My mother called during the Christmas holidays and thanked me for giving her a hug. As we live a few thousand miles apart, I laughed and made a silly comment about my remarkably protracted arms. Mom was not to be put off by such foolishness. “It was in a dream I had,” she said. “You gave me a really long hug in my dream.” Something about that set my heartstrings vibrating, and I wrote a poem for her and Dad about the “many miles between us.” I also made a small art piece that