Tonight, Andrea Gibson is performing in NYC... and I’m not there. This woman is the most phenomenal poet I have ever come across in my entire 23-year existence. Her words conjure up tears, laughter, heart smiles, epiphanies, and subconscious emotions.
Andrea Gibson’s Poetry: Emotion:: Rock climbing: Muscles.
That is my analogy. By listening to her poetry you will discover emotions you never thought you had, just like if you go rock climbing, you will discover muscles you never knew existed.
I mean, how can you not feel something when you hear the lines:
“…A doctor once told me I feel too much
I said so does God
that’s why you can see the Grand Canyon from the moon…”
from “Jellyfish” … or
“...I am generations of daughters sisters mothers
our bodies battlefields
war grounds
beneath the weapons of your brother’s hands
do you know they’ve found land mines
in broken women’s souls
black holes in the parts of their hearts
that once sang symphonies of creation
bright as the light on infinity’s halo...”
from “Blue Blanket”… or
“...sing me lullabies at dawn
when I’ve been up all night painting the wind
to remind myself that things are moving...”
from “Stay”… or
“…the leaves have all fallen
and fell like they were falling in love with the ground…”
from “Photograph”
So, really, listen to this woman’s poems. If she’s in your area, see her. If you love her as much as I do, please, LET’S TALK because I can speak about the awesomeness that is Andrea for days. I can speak to the moon and back non stop about her knack for intertwining words to create images that represent life, to rip my soul apart and fill it with tears right before allowing my Bridge of Sighs sunrise, to inspire me to continue writing my poetry, and to love and continue to love.
What artist speaks to you?
2 comments:
not necessarily an artist, though in ceremonies I hear it chanted.
In beauty may I walk.
All day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons may I walk.
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk.
With dew about my feet may I walk.
With beauty may I walk.
With beauty before me, may I walk.
With beauty behind me, may I walk.
With beauty above me, may I walk.
With beauty below me, may I walk.
With beauty all around me, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk.
It is finished in beauty.
It is finished in beauty
I know I've heard this before, and each time I hear it, I feel renewed and struck by it's simple beauty. I'm going to write this one down in my quote book. Thanks Len!
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