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You may have seen his work floating around on Etsy, Pinterest or even Facebook. Modern impressionistic painter Leonid Afremov has been creating his pieces for many years and has attained considerable notoriety online. I myself purchased a large piece from him only a year ago as a wedding gift for my wife. It hangs proudly in […]
I looked for you in faces and towns
lyrics and dreams,
landlines acquaintances birthdays
Across miles and states
you said you searched
for me, too
issuing missing person reports
to anyone who’d listen:
knee high, brown, baby face
Special. Very special
Inquiries dismissed by busy workers,
messages that never made it
from their lips to my ears
A hastily written number
that failed to reach my hands
Now you say, now you tell me
Fate crazy late, irony right on time
Seeing you is like calendars flipped back,
images still the same
Hearing you as clear as the first hello
You and Me,
in spite of paths chosen
sms aka whatevertheyaint
april 11 2016
I have shared several of his poems and essays on the blog–BROKEN DOLL, GIVERS VS TAKERS, INCOMPLETE; we’ve collaborated on a few projects, or at least tried (FREESTYLE); and now, Mr. Robinson, aka The Writerly Genius, has finally granted an interview.
I do agree with that statement, because of personal experiences and scientific research. Artists are often stereotyped as weirdos, and I think some of that perceived weirdness derives from the creativity we hung onto and expanded throughout our lives. We do not quite fit into the box of what is considered “normal” due to our natural born talent.I draw, paint, write short stories, and dabble in poetry. Those things require me to think differently than the average person. I think all artists think differently than the average person, which can lead to us being misunderstood. In many cases, I just experience the world in a way that others do not. When I look at real life landscapes, I see them as two dimensional like they were on a canvas. At random times, lines and stanzas just pop into my mind.
Usually when students tell me they cannot write poems, short stories, or plays, I reassure them that they have the ability, and they just need to tap into it. Generally, they are afraid that it will not be good enough, so I explain to them that “good” is relative. Some may like it; some may not, so write something that you will enjoy. My mother was very supportive of my artistic side, so I would encourage my younger self the same way she did.
I believe we are all born with creativity. When left to their own devices, kids come up with some creative – sometimes crazy – stuff. I think some of us are more developed in specific areas than others, also. My mom said I started drawing at age 3. I remember being in Headstart at age 5 and drawing my own cartoon characters on the back of the pages they gave us to color. I think schools, adults, and the need to fit-in kills the creativity.
In my formative years, I was more of an artist. I did not think of myself as a writer at all. I still don’t. Looking back, I realize that I used to tell short stories to entertain my cousins. It was usually silly stuff, but it fit my age. I really enjoyed drawing, and it garnered lots of support, so it was much more of a factor for most of my life. I only started writing within the last fifteen years after I stopped drawing and painting. It started with blogging. I had a way of getting my point across in story form and that eventually morphed into writing short stories. My ex-wife was a poet, so I kind of started messing around with poetry because of her.
The similarities between the two are that I am trying to tell a story. The differences are – besides the obvious- I have to find just the right way to tell my story in a single image while drawing versus writing where I paint the picture with as many or as few words as I like.
I would write a novel. For years now, it has felt like something I was destined to do. It is hard to explain. It just feels like the next step.
In one word. Writing is _____________
Nothing is more relaxing (for me) than sprawling across the couch with a book of poetry, my reading glasses, soft lighting, and a little jazz.
Today I’ve migrated from the bed to the computer room; I’ve eaten and worked my way to the living room; I’ve promised myself a shower after “one more page” and now, here I am, at the computer again, to share more of my faves with you. Of course, some of these I’ve read more than once–maybe twice, or three times over the years.
Friedrich Von Schiller Poesie
Jessica Hagedorn Sorcery
Janice Mirikitani August 6
Georgia Douglas Johnson I Want To Die while You Love Me
Laureen Mar The Window Frames the Moon
When I Stand Around Among Poets Lucille Clifton
Robert Hayden Runagate, Runagate
Henry Dumas Afro-America
**Audre Lorde Stations (One of my faves of all time…thus far)
Emily Dickenson Because I Could Not Stop for Death
Janice Mirikitani Desert Flowers
Paul Laurence Dunbar We Wear the Mask
Denise Duhamel I Told You I Was Sick
Gwendolyn Brooks We Real Cool
Rudyard Kipling If
To be continued…
In the meantime, who are your favorites and why?