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thank you...or so i feel.

how can i thank you all for your unbelievably kind comments? your unwavering support. your understanding of something that is so far beyond understanding?

perhaps our greatest strengths lie in those things we think make us weak? perhaps it's all a matter of perspective?

one of the very first things i did at juilliard was attend a memorial service for a drama student who had been killed the year before. it was devastating. and i cried. i didn't know the girl, but i cried for lost love and lost life and lost beauty.

one of her classmates read the following during the service and i'll forever carry it with me.

my blogspot address (or-so-i-feel) is taken from it. so, as a thank you i want to share this once more (it was one of my very first ever posts {back when i had not a clue what i was doing or getting myself into}) but it's worth it to post it all over again...

A Poet's Advice

e. e. cummings

A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through

This may sound easy. It isn't.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel—but that's
thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is
feeling—not knowing or believing or thinking.

Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single
human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think
or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the
moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.

To be nobody-but-yourself—in a world which is doing its best, night
and day, to make you everybody else—means to fight the hardest
battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working
just a little harder than anybody who isn't a poet can possible
imagine. Why? Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like
somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the
time—and whenever we do it, we are not poets.

If, at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and
working and feeling, you find you've written one line of one poem,
you'll be very lucky indeed.

And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do
something easy, like learning how to blow up the world—unless you're
not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die.

Does this sound dismal? It isn't.

It's the most wonderful life on earth.

Or so I feel.

the photo is from on of my absolute
 favorite blogs, Una Bella Vita A Beautiful Life...
the images and quotes always move me.


~*"*Dia*"*~ said...

Among tears and self-reproach feelings I have no other words than these:"To be nobody-but-yourself—in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest
battle which any human being can fight". I fell but I hope I can rise and stand again...

Love, KSBL said...

I feel ya girl.
beautiful words.

Amy said...

Thank you. I know I don't know you, but I feel inspired by your writing, yet again. You are a poet. Your writing is real and genuine, and I know it's reflective of the person you are. Thank you for "If ever you should need to know." You wrote exactly how I feel about my college town. I hope your today is better than yesterday and your tomorrow is better than today. This post made my today better.

miliusia said...

perhaps it's all a matter of perspective?

oh.. i agree with you..

Helen said...

Have you ever read the journals of Sabrina Ward Harrison? Oh gosh, those have saved me over and over again. Start with Spilling Open. Then Brave on the Rocks. Then Messy, Thrilling Life. There is an immense amount of comfort in her words.

And I will repeat my reply to your comment: I have an air mattress! Come right now!


Carolyn said...

perhaps our greatest strengths lie in those things we think make us weak?

I cannot tell you how perfect and deep and effectifvely that sentence resonated within me. There isnt enough time or the proper words to dictate my weaknesses, but in the end I have faith that they are part of what makes me, ME.

And that poem...I feel like being me and feeling good about me and expressing me as best I can, is the best thing I can do. For me, and for everyone.

Thank YOU, Meg.

heisschic said...

gotta love ee cummings... yup.

thank you for sharing

Hanako66 said...

thank you...I love this

Anonymous said...

I love your writing style. . . and I love ee cummings. :-D Your blog is great, and I look forward to following it. :-D

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Ash said...

I like that you shared this again. It's so great.

Thanks for the compliment about my photos--that really made my day. I sincerely appreciate it! Thanks for all YOUR kindness.

Anonymous said...

Awe I love this poem. I love anything by e.e. cummings :)

And thanks for stopping by my blog!

Shelby Lou said...

you make me smile. always always always.

your intelligence, and character move me..

miss sarah darling said...

oh i love that.