Hello, dear ones.
Thank you so much for taking time out of your day
to visit my little blog.
I haven’t done a poetry post in ages.
Not since my post on Emily Dickinson’s birthday, I believe.
Which is crazy since I read poetry every day.
So this post is about a poet.
Tom Andrews, an exceptional person and poet.
A man who was taken from this earth too soon.
His work stands out on so many levels.
It’s my wish that if you’re not familiar with Tom Andrews’ work,
you will spend some time with it.
I found this moving and heartfelt article by Michael Bugeja
about Tom Andrews,
and I sincerely hope you take time to read it.
This post was sparked by a piece of art by anca gray.
I had the opportunity to get to know her a bit this week.
Not only is anca extremely gifted,
she is a truly kind and inspirational soul.
I plan to purchase the above original painting by anca.
I love this painting for so many reasons.
This particular example of Tom Andrews' work is one of my favorites…
SIX ONE-LINE FILM SCRIPTS
Everyone on earth is asleep – except Robert Mitchum.
The camera is an emptiness that longs to be a camera.
Thousands of extras…reset their alarm clocks.
Stéphane Mallarmé Counts the Buttons on the Hangman’s Vest
Mallarmé: Two, three…no…two…no…wait, two, three…one, two…
God, Guilt and Death
This will not work on film.
Medium shot of a camel squeezing through the eye of a needle.
My wish for you is this.
May each of your days be filled with and formed by poetry.
See the poetry in the moments of your life.
All the moments.
Look at your life like a poet, as a poem.