This will not work on film.

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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…

Tom Andrews

SIX ONE-LINE FILM SCRIPTS

Film Noir
Everyone on earth is asleep – except Robert Mitchum.

French Flick
The camera is an emptiness that longs to be a camera.

Historic Epic
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.

The Needle
Medium shot of a camel squeezing through the eye of a needle.

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Dear hearts,

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.

Much love...

xo

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Nine Horses...

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Horse Icon by Kristine Barrett

Nine Horses by Billy Collins

For my birthday,

my wife gave me nine horse heads,

ghostly photographs on squares of black marble,

nine squares set in one large square,

a thing so heavy that the artist himself

volunteered to hang it

from a wood beam against a white stone wall.

Pale heads of horses in profile

as if a flashcube had caught them walking in the night.

Pale horse heads

that overlook my reading chair,

the eyes so hollow they must be weeping,

the mouths so agape they could be dead---

the photographer standing over them

on a floor of straw, his black car parked by the stable door.

Nine white horses,

or one horse the camera has multiplied by nine.

It hardly matters, such sadness is gathered here

in their long white faces

so far from the pasture and the cube of sugar---

the face of St. Bartholomew, the face of St. Anges.

Odd team of horses,

pulling nothing,

look down on these daily proceedings.

Look down upon this table and these glasses,

the furled napkins,

the evening wedding of the knife and fork.

Look down like a nine-headed god

and give us a sign of our displeasure

or our gentle forbearance

so that we may rejoice in the error of our ways.

Look down on this ring

of candles flickering under your pale heads.

Let your suffering eyes

and your anonymous deaths

be the bridle that keeps us from straying from each other

be the cinch that fastens us to the belly of each day

as it gallops away, hooves sparking in to the night.

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Emily...

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Today is Emily Dickinson's birthday. She is one of my favorite poets. I have shared her poems many times here.  I was reminded today (by Roger Ebert) of a poem by another one of my most favorite poets, Billy Collins.

Billy Collins wrote a mesmerizing poem titled

 "Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes".

I hope you have a moment to listen to this breathtakingly beautiful poem...

My interpretation of this poem?  I see it as a deeply felt love poem from a man living now to a woman who lived in a different time.  I understand it.  I find it so moving.  I sometimes feel that I was born in the wrong era..Perhaps that's why I find this poem truly special.

Thank you so much for visiting, lovely friends.

I hope your weekend is filled with sweet and tender moments...xo

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Turquoise Tuesday....

Blue-Butterfly Day
By Robert Frost

It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,
And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry
There is more unmixed color on the wing
Than flowers will show for days unless they hurry.

But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.

Framed Peacock Swallowtail from Bug Under Glass

Butterfly Vase by Red Hot Pottery

Urban Butterfly Necklace by BN Design


Butterfly Flower Headband by Lupin


Vintage Paper Butterflies from The Gilded Bee


Beaded Butterfly Garland from Meggan Colleen


Attraction Art Print by Heidi Burton

Hello and Happy Turquoise Tuesday! Today's theme is butterflies. The perfect spring theme, is it not? When I decided to make today's theme about butterflies, I was a little concerned that I would find enough items combining the winged beauties with turquoise. My concerns were for naught. I had to cut down my choices because there were so many gorgeous pieces to choose from. And that was on Etsy alone....I really and truly love all of these butterfly charmers. I think they are all just enchanting, and I hope you do too....

~ Tidbit Reminder ~

I will be updating my shop with new goodies on Thursday. I hope you'll tune in to see what I've been working on.

Also, in case you didn't notice, I have added a newsletter sign-up on the left sidebar of this blog. I will be sending out newsletters each month with Fringe news and special deals just for you. I am excited about this new feature, and I hope you will join in the fun too...

Thank you so much for visiting, darling dears. You make me smile and add a sparkle of happiness to my day with your wonderful comments...

Have a beautiful day....xo

I dream in black and white...

Lindsey's Photography

Lonny Photography

Vintage Photo

Source

eye shoot photography

In A Different Light Photography

With flowing tail and flying mane,
Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain,
Mouth bloodless to bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,
And flanks unscar’d by spur or rod
A thousand horses – the wild – the free –
Like waves that follow o’er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on.

~Lord Byron

Hello, lovely friends...and happy Friday!
Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to come see me.

Don't forget that Monday, March 22nd is my Blog It Forward post and then
Tuesday, a.k.a. Turquoise Tuesday, is my first ever Giveaway as a celebration for Ardith's birthday...

Have a beautiful day! xo