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Tag Archives: love
Confusion
Cr — t and cr — t both have wickets. One’s boring, the other’s chess on the run. Croquet’s wickets I confused with cricket’s, as a kid, so gave cricket a miss for too long. Love it now, though I … Continue reading
Posted in ...heath quinn blog, composing, conceptualizing, editing, later prose, other arts, rhythm, writing for blogs, writing non-fiction
Tagged cricket, love
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While you sleep
While you sleep, cicada songs rise and fall, a crow flies in from north-northeast, calling as it goes, redwood’s sweetness kisses the air, a harbor breeze brings drinks of bruised roses and salt, and eddies of leaves and white butterflies … Continue reading
Posted in ...writings2, composing, editing, inspiration, later poems, sonics, writing poetry
Tagged heat, love, roses, salt, sleep, summer, trust, wind
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Up in the air
I just read a piece about perception, compassion, thoughtfulness, and a broad understanding built, over time, through local experience. It has some of the most piquant writing I’ve ever read. Almost every sentence contains a reversal that’s beautifully constructed and … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, ...writers' work, composing, inspiration
Tagged Anand Giriharadas, compassion, India, love, NY Times, questions, thoughtfulness
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Why they did what they did
There they were, all in a row, crowding the wires strung high over the street, balanced over tight-gripping claws, looking something like small crows. But they were sparrows. They spoke to each other frequently, calling out over this wing or … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, conceptualizing, early fiction, writing fiction
Tagged courage, love, sharing, song, sparrows, time, wisdom
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Spelling your name, 3 drafts
Last night I fell asleep under only a sheet. There was a chill rain all night, and my windows were open. Later I woke from the cold. My right hand was tracing the name of the man I love in … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, conceptualizing, early poems, editing, inspiration, writing poetry
Tagged cuniform, love, name, touch
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Collecting bowls and such
While meditating the other day, these visions flowed in: Carved jade bowls, the stony sides of mountains reflecting sunshine, translucent stone, the translucency of celadon-glazed Chinese porcelain, and the colors of thin sheets of jade and rust against light, over … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, conceptualizing, inspiration
Tagged building a poem, celadon ware, flag of India, Heath Ceramics, jade, Japanese art, love, meditation, Tang dynasty, Tracey Taylor, visions, Zen Buddhism
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Callery pears
Callery pears, their white lace and cream like Watteau; the etchiness of oaks in bud, scribbled high. Reach for the sky, the sap’s up! As sweet and raw as a wood fire am I, and sad as the sea. What … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, early poems
Tagged Callery pears, love, oaks, sea, spring, Watteau, wood fire
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Frederick Seidel, poetry, love
On the weekend, I read an article in the NYTimes about Frederick Seidel, whom I’d never heard of. He reads six of his own poems in a multimedia piece attached to the article. His six readings, which last less than … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafediting, ...writers' work, editing, rhythm, sonics, writing poetry
Tagged Federick Seidel, love
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Card models
This pic of Chateau de Belcayre on the France’s Vezere River is the first in a slideshow from a travel article about canoeing in the lovely Dordogne Valley region of France by Christopher Shaw*, in today’s NYTimes.com (click on the … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafetti, ...writers' work, inspiration
Tagged chateaux, creativity, emotions, family, love, memories, paper models, poverty
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Why I love newspapers
Or is it newscreens, newswebs or newsnets? I haven’t bought a paper paper in more than a year. One of my fav’s, TOI, isn’t available at my local newsstand. What’s the newsstand guy going to do when we’re all reading … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafetti, ...writers' work, early poems, early prose, ego, inspiration, Wikipedia, writing for blogs
Tagged economy, environment, global, love, newspapers, religion, scraping
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The Amateur
Calling someone an amateur is a common insult in the USA. But did you know that amateur comes from the French word for lover? An amateur is someone motivated to devote himself to something for the pure love if it. … Continue reading
Posted in ...Grafetti, composing, conceptualizing, early prose, ego, other arts, Wikipedia, writing for blogs
Tagged amateur approach, Darwin, emotions, environment, global, love, philosophy, science, Valentine's Day
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Intentions
Stepping from a cab onto a rainy street in New York City where I live I’m splashed by cabs that pass at speed forcing force sheets of dirty water up and over enemies on foot, like me. Like that, the … Continue reading
Posted in ...heather quinn blog (wp), conceptualizing, early poems, ego, inspiration, rhythm, sonics
Tagged autumn, love, NYC, rain, streets, summer, whinging
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