Last night was the beginning of the poetry sessions, shared between myself and my fellow traveler. The goal is to stimulate creative thought through the shared expression of great poetry, resulting...hopefully...in a poem of your own. The first poet read was W.B. Yeats...specifically, "Adam's Curse," read by my fellow traveler and "An Irish Airman Forsees His Death."
I had written mine, posted below, while my comrade had not. So, while she wrote, I painted and listened to the mad crazy jazz on this CD which I had referenced before, "Shamokin," which was picked up in Chicago.
Both poems are posted below.
There is no more beautiful experience than shared moments of simultaneous creativity...both separate projects - painting and poetry writing; both different styles and approaches - my wing gal is more serious and measured in her approach, whereas I am more instinctual, definitely less measured. The poem she wrote and read was beautiful,and the walls and floors of the room I am painting are almost complete. (Photos to follow.)
And the jazz, followed by the Velvet Underground's eponymous third album, played on.
Afterwards, my friend departed and I went over to Justin's for a beer and to enjoy the presence of a bartender and a couple of friends who are waitresses there...then came home and crashed...but not before e-mailing my friend and thanking her for the experience.
Not a bad night.
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