tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post8453896381712020670..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: Turn Honesty Into Art, It Really Is Magicchristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-37846105442318744592009-05-17T09:37:00.000-07:002009-05-17T09:37:00.000-07:00Aibreann, welcome and thank you for your poem. Po...Aibreann, welcome and thank you for your poem. Poems are always welcome here.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-70798454294942782192009-05-17T05:49:00.000-07:002009-05-17T05:49:00.000-07:00the heartbone
desires the
soft poems of love
filte...the heartbone<br />desires the<br />soft poems of love<br />filtering in<br />full of light & joy<br /><br /><br />you are bursting with poems<br />and songs and praise Christopher.Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05469330580965664454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-71481432364239781942009-05-16T21:25:00.000-07:002009-05-16T21:25:00.000-07:00My very good friend, Ghost, thank you for remindin...My very good friend, Ghost, thank you for reminding me of The Lovin Spoonful. That is straight out of my time, soul on my sleeve, sure we were saving the world...I was one of the sincere ones, and not a Nazi in far left clothing either. I was one of the circle of honest dope dealers on the south side of the San Jose State campus.<br /><br />human being, it is kind of you to say so. I wish I had more time. If I am financially responsible in my own life, I don't have enough time to get all around the www. I wish to hang out more with you and Jon and I wish to be more present with my own work too. I don't have enough practice time in the music either.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-85669138988876766892009-05-16T20:43:00.000-07:002009-05-16T20:43:00.000-07:00you will write
more poems than anyone;
you know
...you will write <br />more poems than anyone;<br />you know <br />how honesty and magic <br />dance hand in hand <br />in a union...human beinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09232419187783429903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-82176255683890763482009-05-16T18:42:00.000-07:002009-05-16T18:42:00.000-07:00ooop.....
lovin' spoonful wrote those lyrics....ooop.....<br /><br />lovin' spoonful wrote those lyrics....Ghost Dansinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15216056025402469120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-34064205094747859012009-05-16T18:41:00.000-07:002009-05-16T18:41:00.000-07:00magic....If you believe in magic, come along with ...<A HREF="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g148/amie2281/ea50.jpg" REL="nofollow">magic....</A>If you believe in magic, come along with me<br />We'll dance until morning 'til there's just you and me<br />And maybe, if the music is right<br />I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night<br />And we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see<br />How the magic's in the music and the music's in me<br /><br />Yeah, do you believe in magic<br />Yeah, believe in the magic of a young girl's soul<br />Believe in the magic of rock and roll<br />Believe in the magic that can set you free<br />Ohh, talking 'bout magicGhost Dansinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15216056025402469120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-32341884540279894932009-05-16T17:09:00.000-07:002009-05-16T17:09:00.000-07:00Wiaw, magic is indeed a friend, but don't mistreat...Wiaw, magic is indeed a friend, but don't mistreat it, remember Mickey Mouse, the Sorceror's Apprentice.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-58038969866475717332009-05-16T16:34:00.000-07:002009-05-16T16:34:00.000-07:00Ah, there, I figured it out. I can see your poems...Ah, there, I figured it out. I can see your poems while here. <br /><br />I do wonder if delving deeper into self does connect or reveal some devine. That's an interesting thought, for sure.<br /><br />Now magic - magic is my friend.Woman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-51650583612112287072009-05-16T16:33:00.000-07:002009-05-16T16:33:00.000-07:00It's interesting to see what drives others to writ...It's interesting to see what drives others to write. The honesty is one thing. Revelation is another. Sometimes even in others interpreting your own words, things are revealed. <br /><br />I wish I could see your poems when I come back here. I can only remember so much at once.Woman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-69608031880559908962009-05-16T13:39:00.000-07:002009-05-16T13:39:00.000-07:00Faith, thank you.Faith, thank you.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-19664427363742081092009-05-16T12:37:00.000-07:002009-05-16T12:37:00.000-07:00(((Christopher))) :)(((Christopher))) :)L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08030622402438915251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-50901155575749776382009-05-16T08:09:00.000-07:002009-05-16T08:09:00.000-07:00Karen, I have seen this mystery in others and I ha...Karen, I have seen this mystery in others and I have experienced it. It is the best direct evidence of the unconscious that I know of, a part of me bigger somehow or different than I can graps but acts in its own way with intelligence. I believe it is a mistake to ever think I can expand my mind somehow and gather this other thinking inside the gates of my consciousness. This other thinking is OTHER. It is not a mistake, however, to befriend it and get more closely aligned to it. Part of that will be a kind of "blind" faith, trusting its wisdom and letting what can be no better than hunches have more sway in my life. I have been working toward that for a long time now, with modest success. To wit: my first heart attack was a bump in the road, not a major event.<br /><br />Catv., I am glad that works for you, and I see that. It is, of course, the kind of art that comes from the dictate to young artists to come from what you know. So I see turning honesty into art as a primary goal. It of course presumes enough maturity, courage or naivete to actually permit honesty.<br /><br />But beyond are the realms of imagination and metaphor, the way the words and visions have a life of their own and will turn where they will, allowing for a deeper, less personal honesty to be revealed for the first time in my life through my art. This kind of meta-honesty is not mine at all. I belong to it, not the other way around. In this way my art, controlled elsewhere, turns into me.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-48343731606996819122009-05-16T05:23:00.000-07:002009-05-16T05:23:00.000-07:00Your poetry is a calling, Christopher, and I think...Your poetry is a calling, Christopher, and I think you're right about the "heart thing" coming out in your poetry before you were conscious of it. Both of these are excellent.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-74025750089634054452009-05-16T04:09:00.000-07:002009-05-16T04:09:00.000-07:00I love the thought of turning honesty into art. A...I love the thought of turning honesty into art. And I really love the imagery of the second poem. Gorgeous.Catherine Viberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01354073276671196477noreply@blogger.com