These are original poems, but I didn't write them. I just cut words out of magazines, newspapers, junk mail, and save them. Then I start arranging them on a page until I sumble upone something I like. Amazingly there are themes and threads that come from my subconsious mind while I'm cutting out words. I wish I had a better pair of scissors. http://chickollage.blogspot.com/2007/04/365-collage-poetry-challenge-day-6.html
Friday, May 31, 2013
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Friday, May 17, 2013
Don't Make Great Art
Don't try to make great art, I tell myself. Just make your art, the art that flows from you, that reflects you, I continue. Great art doesn't matter. What matters I tell myself, is to enjoy life and to reflect my life in the work I do. I should listen to me. I could be making sense.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
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