The Mystery Valiant
Really Really Experienced
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- Sep 29, 2005
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Magic!!!!
Now the question you ask, is very tough. As it seems for some of the other poet's as well. As for material mediums, I have used pen and paper, pen and cardboard dividers, PDA (which is "Personal Digital Assistant" or a "Palm" device), My cell phone, my desktop computer and even my new laptop.
As for creativity, I'm not sure there are words for how I come by it. But it's like I get this feeling from way down inside, I get my writing medium and sort of let it bubble up from somewhere, not sure where. sometimes I have to stop as it just doesn't quite fit into human language and so I have to wait and search until something close and abiding comes to mind and then work it in.
My few times that I had anybody look and critique my poem's gave me the distinct feeling that they wanted to understand what I was writing about. But that's not what I wanted to convey. The one time I let an Editor tell me what was wrong, I regretted it absolutely! My poem become a tiny little truck, dependent on "catch phrases" and "hooks". Maybe that's what todays reader's want, I can't think about contemporary people. They are showing themselves as not honest and true artists anymore. And I don't mean those who are putting their stuff up there! I mean the ones who are paying for the work! I have to think about tommorrow. And since so many seem to read poetry for comprehension, I'm elsewhere. Some seem to understand that there is an underscore here, a determination through the soul.
I don't know where it comes from..., I only know that it works. Not popularly, but then the world continually changes. "And so, this too shall pass."
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/whistlemaker/MyGuitar-1.jpg
Now the question you ask, is very tough. As it seems for some of the other poet's as well. As for material mediums, I have used pen and paper, pen and cardboard dividers, PDA (which is "Personal Digital Assistant" or a "Palm" device), My cell phone, my desktop computer and even my new laptop.
As for creativity, I'm not sure there are words for how I come by it. But it's like I get this feeling from way down inside, I get my writing medium and sort of let it bubble up from somewhere, not sure where. sometimes I have to stop as it just doesn't quite fit into human language and so I have to wait and search until something close and abiding comes to mind and then work it in.
My few times that I had anybody look and critique my poem's gave me the distinct feeling that they wanted to understand what I was writing about. But that's not what I wanted to convey. The one time I let an Editor tell me what was wrong, I regretted it absolutely! My poem become a tiny little truck, dependent on "catch phrases" and "hooks". Maybe that's what todays reader's want, I can't think about contemporary people. They are showing themselves as not honest and true artists anymore. And I don't mean those who are putting their stuff up there! I mean the ones who are paying for the work! I have to think about tommorrow. And since so many seem to read poetry for comprehension, I'm elsewhere. Some seem to understand that there is an underscore here, a determination through the soul.
I don't know where it comes from..., I only know that it works. Not popularly, but then the world continually changes. "And so, this too shall pass."
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y169/whistlemaker/MyGuitar-1.jpg
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