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Aayricah

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Abstract MySpace Layouts .. A NOTE ON THE MEANING OF WORDS: It’s in the unexpected juxtaposition, the non-rhymes, that poetry is powerful. The words that stop being what they are and become deformed, a contradiction to their meanings, break through the perceived, the expected, and reveal new emotions, allowing the reader to participate in the experience of discovery that which the poet made when he/she first put pen to paper, first felt the word. When a word no longer serves its previous purpose but rather exists as a substitute for something that would otherwise have no shape, it transcends into infinite meaning. I found this poem written in an old poetry book. It's something I wrote down beneath a poem by Merwin while in college. He wrote, "How can you be sure that what you write is really any good/ you can't you can never be sure/ you die without knowing/ whether anything you wrote was any good/ if you have to be sure don't write." I thought posting my small poetic response (as though I had entered into the conversation with a dead poet) might be fun; a discussion about passion, a rebirth of what I once loved, a revival of my former self. Passion keeps, you hidden, you will choose and bob in float as flat unflinching calm; the wild will win, you will loose half without. SUNDAY MORNING BY WALLACE STEVENS She dreams a little, and she feels the dark Encroachment of that old castastrophe, As a calm darkens among water-lights, The pungent oranges and bright, green wings, Seem things in some procession of the dead, Winding across wide water, without sound, Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet Over the seas, to silence. Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow, grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms, gusty emotions on wet roads on autumn nights all pleasures and all pains, remembering the bough of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul. The greatest achievement is selflessness. The greatest worth is self-mastery. The greatest quality is seeking to serve others. The greatest precept is continual awareness. The greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything. The greatest action is not conforming with the worlds ways. The greatest magic is transmuting the passions. The greatest generosity is non-attachment. The greatest goodness is a peaceful mind. The greatest patience is humility. The greatest effort is not concerned with results. The greatest meditation is a mind that lets go. The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances."

My Interests

Music, writing, reading..I am always interested in learning new things because when I am not learning, I feel seriously deprived and insensitive to my surroundings...

Music:

mmmm...many many things!!!..

Movies:

Pride and Prejudice, stranger than ficiton, Million Dollar Baby, Bridget Jone's Diary, When Harry met Sally,Kill Bill, The Gladiator, Pirates of the Caribbean, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Matrix only the first one..

Television:

Heroes is my new favorite show!!

Books:

Stephanie Meyer: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Melissa Mar: Wicked Lovely, Meg Cabot: Queen of Babble... Plays: Othello, Oedipus, POETS: Wallace Stevens, E.E Cummings, Theodore Roethke, William Carlos Williams,Robert Bly, Robert frost, Poe, Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson,Robert Creeley..

Heroes:

Every good person on the planet!!!..

My Blog

Poem

Quiet worlds bound by pagesPulse with unheard wordsThat move in the minds of thoseWilling to move them-a masterpiece thrives insidethe intelligence of thosewho love the beauty ofconstructed meaning th...
Posted by Aayricah on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 07:05:00 PST

Words of a dead girl: An unfinished story

My teacher told me once to write what I know. I nodded and went back to my seat, staring at the paper on my desk like I understood. But I didn't understand, because there was so much I was afraid to...
Posted by Aayricah on Mon, 05 May 2008 08:01:00 PST

poem

a slow looking will wake the nightin pieces shownit will confideand be worn a melodyacross a somber sky
Posted by Aayricah on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 12:43:00 PST

Damned

To never have my art read would be no small murder but a grand decay of my parts into a feast of agonies that will simmer and steam in my chest and destroy my humanity until I am bitter and crass and ...
Posted by Aayricah on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 05:32:00 PST

Art and the Soul

If I cannot express my spirit still it will wallow until filled with a color of violence that internally burns the mind until the blood boils into poetry that eats its way through the mouth and skin....
Posted by Aayricah on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 05:27:00 PST

There is no ocean

there is no oceanno escape from the constantwhat is is as it is for alland will not shift unless death takes mefor that is the way i have been setwithout my permissiona path so laden thick with weedsa...
Posted by Aayricah on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 05:24:00 PST

Questions and a poem

Cutif I cut a hole in me will it release me or trap me more into the depths of a single path that does not veer?Do questions of change act as delusions of a fanciful heart or are they grounded and tru...
Posted by Aayricah on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 05:20:00 PST

A note on horror poetry

okay so i write horror fiction on occasion, which means that yes i have a colorful mind. But do not associate me with my writing. In other words, you as the reader must seperate the author (me) from...
Posted by Aayricah on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 06:58:00 PST

step

step out with meamong the dronesthrough the water the yellowing smokefilled with bonetucked beneath cobblestone
Posted by Aayricah on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 06:27:00 PST

tethered

if i could keep itit would be safegive it to meand hidea majestic markingtetheredto my gracea perfect slip kept still by a well lit pin
Posted by Aayricah on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 06:13:00 PST