“Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.”
Humble-born but with an uncanny fancy for the rarefied and transcendent, especially in art. I enjoy being perpetually-swooned by it about as much as I enjoy responding to it. Indeed, my words are motivated chiefly by the more or less spontaneous experience of great art, whether at a gallery showing, museum exhibition, or even through the filter of the Internet. In a poetry workshop I did several years ago, I found that one of the most effective ways to develop as a writer is to immerse oneself in the habit of writing, allowing creative forces an outlet of expression wherever or whenever they may arise. Good writers, in my opinion, don’t await and respond to external writing prompts, they create them. And so hence, the birth of this blog. If it is true that music and colors speak where words are silent, then it would seem that we as poets are at a distinct disadvantage when it comes to our palette of expression. The challenge, of course, is to find a way to do “justice” to the ineffable.
I, for one, happen to believe in the power of words to create pathways to hitherto unseen worlds; it is my duty as a writer to harness them. If words cannot express something, I am here to attempt to make sure they do. Of course, the artist never really “gets it right”, but somehow continues to derive some sort of meaning and purpose from successive attempts at approximation. For me at least, art is a process, not a result. When I immerse myself in this process, I accept all the pain, frustration, and euphoria that comes along with it. And I grow as a result. As an artist, and as a person.
Currently working on a few written projects while juggling school, involvement in my newfound spiritual community (Baha’i), and volunteer work as a tutor, mentor, and shelf stalker at the local library. Music-wise, I’m a big fan of classical, especially anything that involves or features the piano. I’m also keen to jazz, blues, funk, 80’s/90’s R&B, alternative and even some top 40. Religious consumer of public radio. Can’t imagine my world without it. Not a huge T.V. person, though I might tune into a news show or educational documentary from time to time.
As you might expect, I like big books with lots of big words and big ideas. I read the dictionary for fun, find it difficult to part with old textbooks, and am no stranger to the library. Mostly into non-fiction, but do find my way around a good novel or two on occasion. Never been one to turn away a good poem. Currently studying up on Sartre. Big fan of his work. And Bukowski, Proust, Dickinson, Ginsberg, Neruda, Camus, Ralph Ellison, Richard Wright, Kafka, etc.
I am a fan of hummus, sushi, and green tea. And tea houses. And sweet Cali Red and dark chocolate espresso beans. Fruit. And water. Lots and lots of water. When I am not dawdling away online or at school I am usually out for a walk, scavenging the thrift shop, feeding my cat Francois, or in attendance at an orchestral concert.
Thank you for stopping by. Visit as often as you like. I’ll leave the light on for you. Tea pot is on the stove. Happy reading!