Imagination

IMAGINATION

Windows opening
Hummingbirds hovering in the wind
Let love dance in the waterfalls
Touching flowers of softness
Colors overflowing the river banks

Pain surfaces for breath
Seeing bubbles of knowledge
Sending messages of hope and warning

Let live ideas
Dreams unfulfilled
Even in the dreaming
They exist only in the world
Of the imagination

Break from the chains
Release the truth
Face the awakening

(c) jk 2015

NOVA by James Alliban

“Letters to a Young Poet” [Part II of XXIX]

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“Letters to a Young Poet”

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Part II of XXIX

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Sunday 28th December 2014

RILKE Painting blond

(2nd week)

“… love your solitude

and try to sing out

with the pain

it causes you.

For those who are near

you are far away…

and this shows

that the space around you

is beginning to grow vast….

be happy

about your growth,

in which of course

you can’t take

anyone with you,

and be gentle

with those

who stay behind;

be confident

and calm

in front of them

and don’t torment them

with your doubts

and don’t frighten them

with your faith

or joy,

which they wouldn’t

be able to comprehend.

Seek out some simple

and true feeling

of what you have

in common with them,

 which doesn’t necessarily

have to alter

when you yourself

change again

and again;”

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One of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Homes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phbYpnPlYq0

Dvorak, New World Symphony – 2nd Mvt Part 2,

Dublin Philharmonic, Conductor Derek Gleeson

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“Letters to a Young Poet” [Part I of XXIX]

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“Letters to a Young Poet”

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Part I of XXIX

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Sunday 21st December 2014

RILKE Painting blond

(1st week)

“Perhaps

all the dragons

in our lives

are princesses

who are

only waiting

to see us act,

just once,

with beauty

and courage.

Perhaps everything

that frightens us

is,

in its deepest essence,

something helpless

that wants

our love.”

1 home large photo

One of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Homes

Dvorak, New World Symphony – 2nd Mvt Part 2,

Dublin Philharmonic, Conductor Derek Gleeson

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Private Moments [Pre-Epilogue]

 

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

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hands reaching out into rain

“they hear nothing”
By mt

They hear nothing
Eyes wider shut

An homage made
A mysterious end

Now evil enters
Return to stage

Know thy words
Nano particles filter in

Cinders sting the eyes
Blinding in their destruction

Consciousness altered
World of slaves

Masters return
With Unbroken chains

Never know imagination
Daydreaming thoughts

Worlds we build
Our minds now dismiss

Realness has been lost
The fantasy begins

© jkm

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Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini - Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim Mrvica

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“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

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(c) jennifer kiley 2014

So You Want To Be A Writer

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“So You Want To Be A Writer

Written by Charles Bukowski

Post Sunday 12th October 2014

Created by Jennifer Kiley

So You Want To Be A Writer - Charles Bukowski – Read by Tom Bedlam

“so you want to be a writer”

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

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Charles Bukowski on Writing