Tag Archives: artists

Art is a Gamble

Posted on July 26, 2018 by Poet Dressed In Black

Art is a gamble. Maybe you have talent, maybe even genius, but maybe no one sees it. I mean, look at Emily Dickinson. “Ya got sup’m,” Higginson said, “but’cha ain’t ret yet.” Well, words to that effect. Or, you might … Continue reading →

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The Mystery of Being Human

Posted on December 4, 2015 by Poet Dressed In Black

I was watching The Voice recently, and Sia was the guest performer. I said, “Well, there’s that chick with the shaggy dog hair gimmick.” She killed with her song, her voice, her singing. I’ve seen her before, but I hadn’t … Continue reading →

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Art Gives My Life Meaning, But I Need Ducats

Posted on September 7, 2015 by Poet Dressed In Black

So, did you look up at the sky and see the comets last month? I looked, but didn’t get to see them. The sky was overcast. 😦 Besides, I live in a city, and cities pollute the night with light. … Continue reading →

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Rebel Writers (plus a poem – Sinner)

Posted on April 26, 2015 by Poet Dressed In Black

I said I didn’t want to continue writing here. I haven’t made up my mind yet: should I stay or should I go? I had a dream last night about poets. Not academic poets, but rebel poets, free spirit poets, … Continue reading →

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New Bag for an Old Bag

Posted on April 11, 2014 by Poet Dressed In Black

I’m an old bag now. Ain’t no spring chicken. Chronologically speaking. But as far as I’m concerned, my life is just starting. I feel great. I’m excited. I’m happy. I’ve sacrificed. I’ve suffered. I’ve struggled. I’ve worried. I’ve panicked. I … Continue reading →

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By Vocation, Not Profession

Posted on February 17, 2014 by Poet Dressed In Black

No, of course this is not a professional blog. It’s a personal blog. In fact, it’s “an experiment”. I figure out how to use the “machinery” as I go along. This blog is soul, not ego. (Well, can’t escape ego. … Continue reading →

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Maybe I’m a Turtle

Posted on November 2, 2013 by Poet Dressed In Black

Sometimes I feel like a rabbit running late for an important date. “I’m not gonna make it,” I think to myself, “I’m not gonna make it!” And I get a little depressed. But just for a moment. Just for a … Continue reading →

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The Light and Dark Side

Posted on October 3, 2011 by Poet Dressed In Black

I’m listening to Marianne Faithfull’s Dreaming My Dreams. Sometimes hearing this song makes me burst into tears. When she says, “I hope that I find what I’m reaching for. The way that it is in my mind,” it stabs me … Continue reading →

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Drinking, Drugs, Sex, and Literature

Posted on August 2, 2011 by Poet Dressed In Black

Must’ve been twenty-five years ago. So long ago. “You’re a wannabe poet,” he said. He was drunk, as usual. I didn’t respond. I knew he was feeling insecure. But I also knew he meant it. After all, I wasn’t getting … Continue reading →

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