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."
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."
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