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 Muse in the Morning |
The muses are ancient. The inspirations for our stories were said to be born from them. Muses of song and dance, or poetry and prose, of comedy and tragedy, of the inward and the outward. In one version they are Calliope, Euterpe and Terpsichore, Erato and Clio, Thalia and Melpomene, Polyhymnia and Urania.
It has also been traditional to name a tenth muse. Plato declared Sappho to be the tenth muse, the muse of women poets. Others have been suggested throughout the centuries. I don’t have a name for one, but I do think there should be a muse for the graphical arts. And maybe there should be many more.
Please join us inside to celebrate our various muses…
An Opened Mind XVI:
The following is the first poem I wrote specifically to be published at Daily Kos.
Art Link Design #3
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I know you have talent. What sometimes is forgotten is that being practical is a talent. I have a paucity for that sort of talent in many situations, though it turns out that I’m a pretty darn good cook. 🙂
Let your talent bloom. You can share it here. Encourage others to let it bloom inside them as well.
Won’t you share your words or art, your sounds or visions, your thoughts scientific or philosophic, the comedy or tragedy of your days, the stories of doing and making? And be excellent to one another!
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…that’s what I get for doing things right before bedtime.
But now it is in the right location.
Good morning on this erev New Year.
Robyn
PS: The Art Link won’t work until the school’s website comes back up. I also cannot access my email, so I apologize to those who may have emailed me and those to whom I owe responses.
i’ve another frikkin migraine.
hope everyone else is well.
g’nite
Boy do I miss him. He’s been gone almost 6 years now. His death was a relief. Between the rheumetoid arthritis (even in lungs and eyes), alzheimers, heart attacks, no spleen (from being in an explosion), circulation problems that ended in amputations, and mini strokes.
I know most people think their Dads are smart, but mine was literally a genius. They moved him ahead in school because of scoring so high on tests. All the pipefitters used to send their kids to him to be tutored for the test to get into the apprenticeship. After his alzheimers hit, he was in the hospital, just coming out of the anesthesia from a heart procedure when one nurse was reading off a whole column of numbers to another nurse to add. I’d say there were about 30 numbers, some in the hundreds, some in the thousands. As soon as she was done reading them, my Dad popped out with the answer. The nurse with the calculator said “What did he say?” After being told his answer, she just said “He’s right”.
His humor is what stuck out about him. He was sharp. Everyone loved him. I think his humor is what got him through his alzheimers so well. I must admit, the alheimers added several funny stories! You either have to laugh or cry, and laughing is much better.
Dad I miss you, and thank you for giving me so much of yourself.
Sorry to get all over the place here Robyn. I just felt I had to write about Dad today. 🙂
take a look at calyxpublishing.org
I have spoken to the publisher, Margarita Donnelly, about you, and she is interested in your work. She even travels to Philadelphia occasionally to see her grandchild. I think it might work, if you try.
calyxpress.org
is January 31st, she told me.