The Art Of…

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It

Gnaws at me, a curse

Keeps me from sleep

A tumbling within my gut

It

Is the essence of creativity

The core of any talent

Emanating from my heat

It

Must be vanquished

Rid of, as if a sickness

Cured by a coolness

It

Needs to be strengthened

Into impervious

Pools of abilities

It

Cries out of loneliness

My unsolvable pain, an

Anger uncontrolled

It

Bangs my head on a pillow

Slamming my fist

Into my own words

It

Flies upon lofty clouds

of peer ovations, awe

Adoration, and acceptance

It

Knows my stupidity

A bit too well, placing me

In inopportune moments of mouthing off

It

Thinks I’m a goddamned guru

Sitting in some cave

On the mythological Himalayas of my mind

It

Is willing to shake the hand of voodoo

Sell my soul to a puffer fish

And write about zombie love

It

Manifests beauty and depth

Spitting out imagination

Universalizing it into shapes

It

Feasts upon chaos

I wake up the next morning

With a hangover of regret

It

Is either words or blabber

Music or noise, clay or silly putty

Love or art. I can’t decide

Neither can it.

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40 Responses to The Art Of…

  1. Nice job. Had me gripped with the question “What is ‘it'” as I was reading. It’s a smooth read, relational, and can make us all vulnerable as we contemplate the words for ourselves.

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  2. ramexa says:

    Absolutely beautiful! Art is truly a curse. Art is what keeps us awake at night. Art is what forces us to be better.

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  3. It produces some delightful writing 🙂

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  4. Gail says:

    A blessing and a curse. I’m with you on this one.

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  5. Bushka says:

    Ubiquitous ‘It’ is there! Well said!

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  6. BeeHappee says:

    I like ‘selling the soul to the pufferfish’

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  7. Ralph says:

    This is the person I’ve loved so very much, for a lifetime. “Proud” is not enough to say.

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  8. Doug says:

    Must it…decide, that is …art or aggravation, love or loose lips hip healthy enough to howdy the hangover and tipsy the day. Feel ya.

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  9. And yet its harshest critic stares back at it from the ambiguous glow and muted profile of its creator. It is the blessed curse.

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  10. :Thinks I’m a goddamned guru

    Sitting in some cave

    On the mythological Himalayas of my mind”

    Bravo :), hopes and fears can be miraculously similar!

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  11. izzyasabee says:

    I love this. Beautiful.

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  12. kunstkitchen says:

    Love and Art, it is…all.

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  13. frankpovah says:

    Ah, but when art cannot find love it is a gift with thorns; An echidna rootling in the psyche.

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  15. Speaks Volumes!! Thank you!!

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  16. trE says:

    Your writing is top notch! I love your blog which is why I nominated it for the Liebster Award.https://ajerneeofsurprises.wordpress.com/2015/08/28/looky-here-looky-here-weve-been-nominated/

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  18. It
    Is just fabulous poetry!
    😀 Bravo! That’s something you should be really proud of!

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  19. Yeah…that’s how it’s done…Great writ…

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  20. Reblogged this on JUST the Unwinding of Thoughts and commented:
    The Creative Genius’s Mind at Work…

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  21. CheesyJ says:

    Wow such a great piece! Awesome post.

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  22. kasturika says:

    Loved this! I could imagine the feeling (art in my case :)) throughout.

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  23. hiphappydays says:

    very inspiring words! loved it all..

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  24. Love your creativity @Elan Mudrow. Always food for thought here. Always emotion. (So please don’t give in to Tortured Soul. Would miss you.) When is your chapbook coming out? Curiously, Just now I’ve been writing about memory and trying to shut the mind off at night so that “it” doesn’t gnaw at me all night. Keep up the good work.

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  25. katmcdaniel says:

    I call this the twerge… part twinge, part urge, annoying, painful and wonderful. Pretty sure there is no cure for it, once it gets going. 😉

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  26. kreemer says:

    Good stuff. Great picture.

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  27. ramaink says:

    IT is wonderful!! 🙂

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  28. Hello, Friend! It was pulling at me to stop by, and I am glad I did. I find this poem wonderful. Razzberries at The Intentional Fallacy on this one. Wotan speaks from his own heart and brain, I think. Hope you are doing well. Your blog seems to be doing great! 👹

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  29. Susan Langer says:

    This was awesome. I could feel the emotion throughout the poem. 🙂

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  30. Jan Porter says:

    You capture so well and with so much poetical skill the way creativity holds us captive, pushes and pulls us with a mind of its own. Thanks for this and all the others, too. They give me much pleasure.

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