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 Mar 2014 Emma B
Nat Lipstadt
create with no shame
create with no measuring stick
use only this:
everything that is done well
                           is good art

explore and excavate forms,
churn the ether

within you is the sleeping artist,
tap yourself awake,
yet be silent,
be intimate,
with the unconscious plateaus
with in you

be intimate
with the making
and the doing,
the fertility
of creating

you will require silence
to allow for reflection,
communication

Childbirth is noisy, messy,
Birthing art is different

understand your language,
mine it, taste it,
it is your play dough

avoid the chronic,
habit is slavery

collaborate for
there in nothing new
under the sun,
but the constant rediscovery
of the old
in new forms
when ideas are exchanged,
every partnership is a solo

Experience anew,
Each time,
Say:
This is my first time,
This is my first work

I do not need your validation.
I validate myself
and in doing so,
who else
comes along
for the ride
on our tide?

create with no shame
create with no measuring stick
only this:
everything that is done well
                           is good art

Be Fertile and Radiate
Most of the words and ideas here belong to Alonzo King, a choreographer, whose company I saw perform Wednesday evening.  I threw some of myself in here and there.

Art is the path of the creator to his work. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
 Oct 2013 Emma B
REAL
Take my hand
and kiss my lips
so we can
turn into crazy poets
that fall in love with everything

turn into a poet with me
so we can swim on the honey
that drips from the moon

Oh turn into a poet with me
so you can understand
why i can't put your beauty into words

oh....
 Oct 2013 Emma B
Kayla Hensley
I wish he could see how I'm starting to care
I wish he could tell that my heart leans towards him
With each new compliment he gives
I blush and shine just a little bit brighter

I wish he could be  happy
and I wish I could be the one to show him
I wish he'd get over her
She's over him

I wish I could look into his eyes
and see a reflection of my emotions
I wish he would walk in
and place a smile upon my lips

I wish that when I wake
from dreams of him,
I won't feel ashamed
Like I've just done something wrong

I wish he would lean down
and place a small kiss
on the point of my nose
so I can quickly lift up
and press my lips to his

I wish he wasn't the cause
of this sudden desire and lust
and the anguish that follows

I wish his feelings were real
rather than a distraction
I wish he didn't do this
because it is unfair to me

I wish he could see this,
my poems of him,
And he would know
how I feel

And I wish that wouldn't make him
scared no longer
He would know he could
trust me

I wish once he read them,
a smile would slowly make
it's way across his features

Then he would look to me
And his eyes would sparkle
for once he'd be happy
to have
me

**I wish
 Oct 2013 Emma B
Nina
Warm, short lasting
and full of memories.

Your laugh, your eyes
and that unforgettable smile.

The photographs we took
left under my bed gathering dust.

I call you my summer
because just like that,

you were slowly disappearing
Your colours started to change.

You should know,
I have never liked summer.
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
 Sep 2013 Emma B
Mia G
to tommorrow
 Sep 2013 Emma B
Mia G
dear tomorrow,
   light darkens over my
sleep deprived
worth ethic
shoes too small
world too big
i used to love sunset
now one step closer
to getting no sleep
coffee rings on
syntax on
book work
                no meaning anymore
pencil weighs heavy on
distractions not faded away
an alarm rings
7 hours to early
already
late
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