Illusions because you see, they really are terrible. Also, I like the word illusion. ILLUSION! "The object of art is to stir the most divine and remote chords which make music in our soul. Man is hungry for beauty. There is a void. We spend our days looking for the secret of life. Well, the secret of life is in art." -Oscar Wilde "A poet is someone who is astonished by everything." -Anon.   Archives << current   More quotes: "Draw a crazy picture, Write a nutty poem, Sing a mumble-gumble song, Whistle through your comb. Do a loony-goony dance 'Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That ain't been there before." -Shel Silverstein "The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep." -Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening "'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' -- that is all Ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know." -John Keats, Ode On A Grecian Urn "Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream." -Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within A Dream "You see things as they are and ask, 'Why?' I dream things as they never were and ask, 'Why not?'" -George Bernard Shaw "If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain." -Emily Dickinson "You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad." -Aldous Huxley "Some authors should be paid by the quantity NOT written." -Anon. MORE AT SOME POINT...MAYBE :-)!

Illusions of Poetry   Tuesday, May 21, 2002   I was thinking about making a new blog. It occured to me that I rarely blog for 2 reasons. 1. This 1 blog for both was supposed to be temperary and I'm reluctant to fill it with uncouth words of whinage and moping. I don't feel that the poems deserve that, as much as they are just allusions they are my 'children' and I don't wish to torment them. 2. I really don't feel that my uncouth words of whinage and moping are of interest to anyone. I don't have a funny way of using analoygies like Kate or the genius novel-like fashion Marisa uses. In short I feel that since y'all saw me, talked to me, know me fairly well and all you probably don't care whether Balbier smiled at me in that unnerving way, or if I feel I did poorly on my German test. Now that that's out of the way.... I believe I shall post 2 poems that have yet to see the light of day although they are hanging on my Poetry calendar, and were written over winter vacation. Vacation smell the airs clean scent live as though in a dream        make music                grow love life is a dance         sleep. Never Frost holiday              rain           winter cold               temperatures           earth no                snow           naken. I like the way never frost is sort of 4 poems.... 9:44 PM.   Testing testing....somethings wrong with this silly blog. Or maybe it's me, it's probably me.... 5:54 PM.