Hi Artimas,
I hope that things are flowing more smoothly for you, Artimas.
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I like the name Artimas ~ although Artimas’ art would be a bit of a trek, tongue wise. lol So Art’s art is smooth.
Pablo Picasso said that “The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls”.
I think that is one good expression of what art can be ~ in other words, it can be a great catharsis for what we ourselves or others are feeling inside, either the positive or the negative.
Robert Frost said that “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
This is true and much more than that. I’ve experienced it.
Charles Bukowski said that “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.”
My interpretation below as to the above but perhaps not too much to the point…but according to one’s own perspective.
[b]PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY: “THE MASQUE OF ANARCHY”
(published in 1832 - Shelley died in 1822)
This poetic fountain of outrage was prompted by the infamous Peterloo Massacre of 1819 in Manchester, England.
The massacre began as a peaceful protest of pro-democracy and anti-poverty and ended with at least 18 deaths and over 700 serious injuries. Within those numbers were innocents; women and children. Two centuries later the poem retains its power.
Shelley’s moving poem is an epic 91 verses, each of four or five lines a piece. It is brilliantly written and mirrors the intensity of the 39th and 40th stanzas:
XXXIX.
What is Freedom?—ye can tell
That which slavery is, too well—
For its very name has grown
To an echo of your own.
XL.
’Tis to work and have such pay
As just keeps life from day to day
In your limbs, as in a cell
For the tyrants’ use to dwell, [/b]
I am glad that you have been finding your way back. It is a process.
Most of us have been there. I know that I have.
I do agree with you. I have a feeling that most in here would be helpful and supportive when it comes right down to it. Only a chosen few who are not capable of facing their own darkness, misery or despair would look away.
But who cares, right?
Kudos to you. Moving forward and being creative can help relieve loss and pain.
Oh, I will! I will!
I think that for me it’s almost a perfect flow insofar as the words go.
I could almost imagine the beautiful, late-afternoon-in-September scenery, the smiling faces and intuit the joy which was being experienced.
I can sense the nostalgia between the lovely laid-back words.
Ah, there IS so much meaning within these words, the above verse.
I see a lot of Hope trying to get through and shining through.
The poet here is doing exactly what the three poets I listed above spoke about.
But don’t bury the pain and the sorrow. Let it come out for a little while and speak to you…in doses. Let it continue to “inspire your pen”. Eventually you will send it on its way…at least perhaps for the most part. We can usually live with For The Most Part.
It all takes time. There is a process to shedding a skin and putting on another. Or perhaps the one just falls away, bit by bit, and the other is just beneath ~~ waiting there patiently.
Sometimes we scream and sometimes we cry them.
But if you are able to, gratitude for what was is a very powerful emotion and transcending quality.
that can warm and light your being.
Take it slow and easy and SMILE.