Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
The Art Of…
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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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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It is 🙂
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This was awesome. I could feel the emotion throughout the poem. 🙂
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Thanks, oh ruler of the plain family Jane.
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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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Awesome!!!
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IT is wonderful!! 🙂
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Good stuff. Great picture.
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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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some writing is in the midst of being published. I will have at least one book of others ready by the end of September. I hear ya.
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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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very inspiring words! loved it all..
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Loved this! I could imagine the feeling (art in my case :)) throughout.
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Wow such a great piece! Awesome post.
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Reblogged this on JUST the Unwinding of Thoughts and commented:
The Creative Genius’s Mind at Work…
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Check out my blog on the same subject, a piece called the Artist’s Corner https://bumbastories.wordpress.com/2015/08/28/the-bumbastories-everyday-another-story-almost-monthly-literary-magazine/
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Yeah…that’s how it’s done…Great writ…
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Eloquent!
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It
Is just fabulous poetry!
😀 Bravo! That’s something you should be really proud of!
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You’re more than welcome! I definitely enjoy every post/piece/poem.
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Thanks trE.
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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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Speaks Volumes!! Thank you!!
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Ah, but when art cannot find love it is a gift with thorns; An echidna rootling in the psyche.
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Love and Art, it is…all.
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I love this. Beautiful.
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: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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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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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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This is the person I’ve loved so very much, for a lifetime. “Proud” is not enough to say.
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I like ‘selling the soul to the pufferfish’
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Ubiquitous ‘It’ is there! Well said!
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A blessing and a curse. I’m with you on this one.
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It produces some delightful writing 🙂
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It is passion.
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Nice write 🙂
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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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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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