Tag Archives: Art

weeds

Posted on March 31, 2014 by Susan L Daniels

No matter how often we are trimmed, pulled, sprayed into submission with tear gas or roundup we riot we grow, we grow tangled beautiful in spite of ourselves and in spite we call living we seed and go where air … Continue reading →

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Renegades

Posted on February 28, 2013 by Susan L Daniels

Art is not owned by nations, And can never be Soviet enough, Uzbek enough Though the artists Might be chained to times Or movements The images, painted Breathe, stretch oiled wings And own themselves Before flight. ***Fragment of something larger, inspired … Continue reading →

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muses

Posted on December 14, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

those 9 muses the Greeks drew in precise divisions of practice never moved me, coy & lolling at Apollo’s feet in those pictures, too busy flirting to grant a whisper in my ear no, if art is breathed, in spired like cathedrals pointing to sun … Continue reading →

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yarn

Posted on December 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

this is how life happens, unspooling smooth in front of us until we grab it up into needles or hooks to make some(one)thing of it, but I don’t crochet or knit.  those disciplines of ordered tangling are beyond me, so I … Continue reading →

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grist

Posted on November 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

tell me again how you are not grain to be ground down that already cracked these stones cannot mill you into anything finer & maybe outside reason i will love the whole into you again from all these fragments

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