Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Sarah Kay-Poetess/Storyteller

Spoken-word poet Sarah Kay was stunned to find she couldn’t be a princess, ballerina and astronaut all in one lifetime.

In this talk, she delivers two powerful poems that show us how we can live other lives.


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Sarah Kay-Poetess/Storyteller

I see the Moon, the Moon sees me.

the Moon sees somebody that I don’t see.

God bless the Moon and God bless me.

And God bless the somebody that I don’t see.

If I get to Heaven before you do

I’ll make a hole and pull you through.

And I’ll write your name on every star,

that way the world won’t seem so far.

The astronaut will not be at work today.


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The Unemployment Mantra 2012

The Unemployment Mantra 2012
by Jim Oliver

No job
No cashflow
No car
No go
No where
No fun.


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Forgetfulness – Billy Collins Animated Poetry

Billy Collins, former US Poet Laureate and one of America’s best-selling poets, reads his poem “Forgetfulness” with animation by Julian Grey of Headgear.


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Rilke: No one can advise or help you…

“No one can advise or help you – no one.

There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself.

Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write?

Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must”, then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse.

Then come close to Nature.

Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose.”

“…go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows; at its source you will find the answer to, the question of whether you must create. Accept that answer, just as it is given to you, without trying to interpret it. Perhaps you will discover that you are called to be an artist. Then take that destiny upon yourself, and bear it, its burden and its greatness, without ever asking what reward might come from outside.”


From Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke


“Go to the Limits of Your Longing”

“Go to the Limits of Your Longing”
by Rainer Maria Rilke; translation by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

Book of Hours, I 59

Via: On Being


Rilke: I want to beg you…

“…I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

from Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke (translation by M.D. Herter Norton)

Via: On Being


Let your voice be heard

When I read my poems to groups the first thing they ask me is:

  • Have you published your poems?

The second things they tell me is:

  • You should offer an audio version of your poems.

Well, I can now offer them both. A book version and an audio version of my poems on

I recently created an audio CD version of my two books of poetry.

Thought Bubbles (audio CD)

Just Sitting on the Edge of My Mind… Listening (audio CD)


Just Sitting on the Edge of My Mind… Listening

I recently published a book of poems I wrote over the past year. It’s called Thought Bubbles.

When collecting poems I had written I was surprised to find that I had over two hundred poems.

Having never published a book before I asked my friends what I should do. Should I publish one book that is 200 pages long or publish two books that are about 100 pages long? They all recommended publishing two books. They felt poetry should be savored not devoured like fast food.

So I self-published a second book of poetry on

It’s called Just Sitting on the Edge of My Mind… Listening.

I invite you to do what I did, write and write and write until you find your voice.

You may be surprised at what it has to tell you.


How to be alone

The Lyrics
By Tanya Davis

If you are at first lonely, be patient.

If you’ve not been alone much, or if when you were you weren’t okay with it, then just wait.

You’ll find its fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.

We can start with the acceptable places:
• the bathroom
• the coffee shop
• the library

Where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books, you’re not supposed to talk much anyway so it’s safe there.

There is also the gym, if you’re shy, you can hang out with yourself and mirrors, you can put headphones in.

There’s public transportation because we all gotta go places.

And there’s prayer and meditation, no one will think less if you’re hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.

Start simple.

Things you may have previously avoided based on avoid being principles.

The lunch counter, where you will be surrounded by “chow downers”, employees who only have an hour and their spouse work across town, and so they, like you, will be alone.

Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.

When you are comfortable with “eat lunch and run”, take yourself out to dinner, a restaurant with linen and silver wear. You’re no less an intriguing a person when you are eating solo desert and cleaning the whip cream from the dish with your finger. In fact, some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.

Go to the movies. Where it’s dark and soothing, alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.
And then take yourself out dancing, to a club where no one knows you.

Stand on the outside of the floor until the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one’s watching because they are probably not. And if they are, assume it is with best human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely move to beats, is after-all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you’re sweating. And beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things. Down your back, like a brook of blessings.

Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you.

Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, there are always statues to talk to.

And benches made for sitting gives strangers a shared existence if only for a minute and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversation you get in by sitting alone on benches, might have never happened had you not been there by yourself.

Society is afraid of alone though. Like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements. Like people must have problems if after awhile nobody is dating them. But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it. You can stand swathed by groups and mobs or hands with your partner, look both further and farther in the endless quest for company. But no one is in your head. And by the time you translate your thoughts some essence of them may be lost or perhaps it is just kept. Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those sappy slogans from pre-school over to high school groaning, we’re tokens for holding the lonely at bay. Cause if you’re happy in your head, and solitude is blessed, and alone is okay.

It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experiences unique, no one has the same synapses can’t think like you, for this we are elite, keeps things interesting, life’s magic things munch?, and it doesn’t mean you aren’t connected, the community is not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it.

Take silence and respect it.

If you have an art that needs practice stop neglecting it.

If your family doesn’t get you or a religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.

You could be in an instant surrounded if you need it.

If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it.

There is heat in freezing, be a testament.