How to express the effect of a poets words within our heart and soul.. the movement of love, connection and sense of profound beauty . Thanks and benediction xx
I apologize for my lateness to Rimbaud month, but May has beeny "cruel" and overstuffed month this year. But I'm catching up and this is wonderful, Patti, thank you! I love the idea of a "ship of quietude"--something I long for. And thank you for the encouragement: I've been reading quite a bit of poetry I don't fully understand recently and I think you're right. Letting it wash over you and enjoying the beauty of it that way is a wonderful way to experience it. I like the idea of letting go of analysis.
Ah, thank you for telling us about that Patti! Yes, school libraries don’t tend to have a great range of books… though I my first school (changed school many times) didn’t even have one at all! I’ll have to properly start reading Rimbaud. Apart from some poems I have not really read Rimbaud before!!
All the stories and pieces of art - so good to have that. Thanks for doing this Rimbaud months! (and I see posts with lists coming up .. catching up here…).
The posts that mentioned translators and especially Louise Varèse also were really inspiring somehow. (That she lived really close to you too… Life!) Translators are doing important difficult work but are so often forgotten. Not easy to bring an artists work into another language, so many things in between words. Here’s to translators! :-)
Oh, and I stole one of those rings that opens up and you can hide a poison pill or a secret code in there. It was amazing. Lost in the tide at Scarborough beach in Rhode Island … I’m not proud of it. But I got my comeuppance!
Thank you so very much for your words about how to read poetry - you have no idea how that advice is going to help me! I was struggling… And I’d like to write a little too… 💙
I love the story of how you learned of Rimbaud. I too learned of him as a teen from a lover who introduced me to your artistry, and there I met him as well. Your story reconnects me to the self I was then, when everything awaited, mystery was accessible, and it was easy to fall in love. If the Smithposium were to end after just this story - and your reminder that poetry shines from and to the heart, not always visible to the mind- it would be a generous gift. Thank you.
When I was a boy who wanted to be an artist, actor, writer, I discover a book of Modigliani paintings that were glued to each page in A&S Department store and I would go there to look at them until one day I just had to possess one of his paintings, so I carefully peeled it off the page. When I was outside the store I ran home and hid the picture of the painting in the woods beside my house where no one would find it. And I returned again and again to gently strip the book of its art until it just had empty pages...and I had a forest of paintings- but not really a forest because the paintings were hidden in one tree that represented all the others...I knew the tree loved them...
I stumbled across this today, thank the gods. Patti, I have treasured your messages since I first saw you. It was the Mercer Arts Center on New Years Eve. I stood next to John and Yoko, watching the Dolls. But the words I recall were spoken by you, Joan of Arc, with a tiny piano in a small room. Thank you for these years of images and your lovely voice.
Rimbaud seems to have been a poet who wrote poetry from the periphery of his own existence, perhaps a creation far removed from the euphoria of alcohol. What does his obsession with poetry itself have in common with the intoxicating and seductive Modigliani?
How to express the effect of a poets words within our heart and soul.. the movement of love, connection and sense of profound beauty . Thanks and benediction xx
Good advice on poetry. I must admit I lost interest, I will look again with different ways. Ty 🌟 😊 🙏
I apologize for my lateness to Rimbaud month, but May has beeny "cruel" and overstuffed month this year. But I'm catching up and this is wonderful, Patti, thank you! I love the idea of a "ship of quietude"--something I long for. And thank you for the encouragement: I've been reading quite a bit of poetry I don't fully understand recently and I think you're right. Letting it wash over you and enjoying the beauty of it that way is a wonderful way to experience it. I like the idea of letting go of analysis.
Ah, thank you for telling us about that Patti! Yes, school libraries don’t tend to have a great range of books… though I my first school (changed school many times) didn’t even have one at all! I’ll have to properly start reading Rimbaud. Apart from some poems I have not really read Rimbaud before!!
All the stories and pieces of art - so good to have that. Thanks for doing this Rimbaud months! (and I see posts with lists coming up .. catching up here…).
The posts that mentioned translators and especially Louise Varèse also were really inspiring somehow. (That she lived really close to you too… Life!) Translators are doing important difficult work but are so often forgotten. Not easy to bring an artists work into another language, so many things in between words. Here’s to translators! :-)
I first discovered Rimbaud when I was about 17. A guy I was dating liked his poetry. I think Rimbaud would approve of you stealing Illuminations💫❤️🔥
That's a wonderful Rimbaud origins story! Evening peanut butter sandwiches are splendid.
I just LOVE when you talk about master painters! Takes me back 45+ years to my art history classes. (Modigliani was good looking too!)
Oh, and I stole one of those rings that opens up and you can hide a poison pill or a secret code in there. It was amazing. Lost in the tide at Scarborough beach in Rhode Island … I’m not proud of it. But I got my comeuppance!
Thank you so very much for your words about how to read poetry - you have no idea how that advice is going to help me! I was struggling… And I’d like to write a little too… 💙
What you said about reading poetry was beautiful. ❤️ Thank you, dear Patti!
I love the story of how you learned of Rimbaud. I too learned of him as a teen from a lover who introduced me to your artistry, and there I met him as well. Your story reconnects me to the self I was then, when everything awaited, mystery was accessible, and it was easy to fall in love. If the Smithposium were to end after just this story - and your reminder that poetry shines from and to the heart, not always visible to the mind- it would be a generous gift. Thank you.
You mentioned working in the factory Patti!
You had something to hide in your pocket called DESIRE.
Can you please provide the name of the book on Modigliani, and the author? I too am captivated by his work and story
When I was a boy who wanted to be an artist, actor, writer, I discover a book of Modigliani paintings that were glued to each page in A&S Department store and I would go there to look at them until one day I just had to possess one of his paintings, so I carefully peeled it off the page. When I was outside the store I ran home and hid the picture of the painting in the woods beside my house where no one would find it. And I returned again and again to gently strip the book of its art until it just had empty pages...and I had a forest of paintings- but not really a forest because the paintings were hidden in one tree that represented all the others...I knew the tree loved them...
I stumbled across this today, thank the gods. Patti, I have treasured your messages since I first saw you. It was the Mercer Arts Center on New Years Eve. I stood next to John and Yoko, watching the Dolls. But the words I recall were spoken by you, Joan of Arc, with a tiny piano in a small room. Thank you for these years of images and your lovely voice.
Rimbaud seems to have been a poet who wrote poetry from the periphery of his own existence, perhaps a creation far removed from the euphoria of alcohol. What does his obsession with poetry itself have in common with the intoxicating and seductive Modigliani?