Description: This began as a simple study of two themes, the ever changing meaning of words (a la Gertrude Stein), and the overwhelming self importance of critics who hope to destroy young artists rather than nurture them (a la a college colleague who delighted in putting down first timers).
Portrait of The Artist -------------------------------------------
Junior-second in a series;
What's in a name?
A rose is a rose
is an orchid
is an onion...
Life is an eclectic
card edge caressing
a wavering shape within
a dome of snow.
I'd embrace air
the same way
to tunnels of sunlight
they'd hoped might
dissolve their traipsing
misery, drawn from
a tumbling perch.
I'd cusp the sun
until I burst
in flame bright
filaments, draw strength
kindling, a Phoenix
by another name.
Before the critic
cursed the muse
for weaving words
she hadn't earned,
an icy chill snapped
off his tongue with
had never heard.
Considering the fact that you took the time out of your day to critique my piece Decay, the least I can do is comment on one of your own pieces. *smiles* I would like to thank you for that comment you gave by the way... I very much appreciated it.
It's probably because I'm a bit of an artist myself is why I truly chose to read this piece. However, actually, it also seems to me that when anybody merely wants to return a comment/critique, they settle for what's on the front of the person's profile (the twenty most recently written pieces). I decided to look at all the previous writes you had done past the 'twenty most recent.' That's when I stumbled upon this piece.
Anyhow, I did find this piece to be quite moving, in a sense. You wrote about such a variety, but still maintained a constant. All the beautiful connections through the wording protrayed imagery, pleasant imagery. Even though this piece only started with two themes, I feel that it finished with more. The feelings it leaves you with makes you think about what an artist goes through. Yes, they go through both change and harsh critisism. Sometimes, however, if not all the time, they go through much more than that. I am an artist, that's what I consider myself. Therefore, I do feel, know, many of these feelings. I am an artist in many ways. My ability to write as an artist is slowly developing, but despite the fact that I am not the best, I can feel it. My passion as a painter, a potter, a performer... those I do not easily struggle with. I feel them.
I guess all that I was trying to say, with all that unnecessary blah blah, was that I understand this. In saying all that I had said, I was merely attempting to show precisely how 'moving' the piece was.
I enjoyed this write. Thank you again for your most appreciated critique on Decay.
In relation to what you wrote, I have had this experience where I am chewed down because of my abilities and when I come to look at that person's work...it's just as bad as mine.
When a person is put down for their creation, it is a known fact that they have the potential to achieve. Jealousy and envy go a long ways and it can destroy lives, views, and aspirations.
Many well known poets and poetess have become famous for their works after committing suicide. Their talent exceeds the knowledge and undertanding of those without vision. Poetry is a visual art...not many understand this concept. When you write a poem with certain symbols and change structure certain people begin to fuss about this and that.
My piece "Forever Striving Women" is very unique in structure which adds to the underlying meaning of my write on this particular piece. Diversity in writing is essential as well as simplicity. The key is to be original in all aspects and this part of creativity is what others cannot stand. That college buddy needed a wake up call...
This is a very good poem. I really like the message in this poem. It is indeed true that everyone's talent and beauty needs to be nurtured to allow it to grow, and there is a fine line between constructive critisism and being discouraging. I think your word choices throughout this poem are excellent. Really good expression in this. Take care.
wow. I thought this was awesome too. would you be an artist? I seem to have had that impression. also, one is always on my mind since I met him last year. but that's another story. this is a really good poem. I will read more of yours soon.
I understand this quite well. sometimes it feels like the first time you do anytihng, you have to be perfect or someone will come up and strangle whatever was there to begin with. A nice piece, well though-put and very well written. Excellent.
I agree on both points. As usual, I was very interested after reading your description, and wasn't disappointed. Some nice little caustic moments in here, I find this sort of cynicism somewhat soothing in a way.
A very interesting, thought-provoking wrie, and quite excellent