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Sparkling – Promote Yourself

 

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Under your drift seeming to take me
Using me incessantly to wake me

More latent than beaming in the wise
Much streaming in a disgiuse

Touch me and see me yearning to reach
Tease the romancing in my teaching

Loose is my dreaming of your sea
Luring and exhalting me to be

Kept deeming in the practice
Crafts me instilling purpose

Still reading the signs of your bread
Seasons obligating me to send and

Work me Learning to be bred
Ways so mature and instead
Of breaking me, you make me
into Sparkling.

Aimee Antozak

Watch the shadow.- Promote Yourself

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Remember
The first time the figure appeared
In sunlight as it
Streaked across the room as
Legs, arms, and a cap?
The near wall became
A shadow-boxer’s element,
Much like looking at a silhouette,
The three worlds colliding:
Ego, pride, and pain …

You needed to qualify, so
You screamed
With each assault
Taking no pleasure
In the match.
On the wall was no longer just one shadow,
But a ritual.
You felt confused and angry.
You knew the energy released
Was a rage that took the shadow on.

Mario Savioni

 

Harsh Reality – Promote Yourself

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Harsh Reality
 
I taste summer:
Ripe, bright
In the harsh sunlight.
 
The rays on my
Skin, feeling it
Burning me.
 
Eyes shielded against
The glare; the stinging causes me
To weep.
 
 
I prefer winter
 
Rush Hour
In a frenzy
(awash with emotions of
yesterday’s sufferings),
I stumble onwards;
hastily completing tasks
-forgotten before completion-
And a pure unfiltered light
Shines down on
…something…
Obscured by the rush of the present.
So I ignore it. 
 
 
 
 
WONDERER
She walks precariously along the kerb.
Imagining the danger of
Falling.
But she’ll never know
The dear present in lingering
On the edge of Oblivion
.Oona Miller ( oonalilly.wordpress.com )

Norman MacCaig – Born: 1910 in Edinburgh Died: 1996 in Edinburg – Famous Poet

 

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Born: 1910 in Edinburgh
Died: 1996 in Edinburgh
First Book: Far Cry (Routledge, 1943)
Awards: Awarded an OBE and the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry in 1986

Norman MacCaig was born in Edinburgh on 14 November 1910. His father was an Edinburgh chemist and his mother hailed from the island of Scalpay. The Highland background that he inherited from his mother and the Gaelic culture that he encountered during visits to her family had an enduring influence on MacCaig and his work.

He was educated at the Royal High School in Edinburgh before going on to study classics at the University of Edinburgh from 1928 until 1932. He then trained to be a teacher at Moray House in Edinburgh and spent a large part of his life as a primary-school teacher. During the Second World War he registered himself as a conscientious objector, refusing active service on humanitarian grounds. As a result of his beliefs he served time in various prisons and was forced into extensive labour programmes.

His first collection of poetry, Far Cry, was published in 1943. Both it and The Inward Eye (1946) belonged to the New Apocalypse movement, which pioneered a surrealist form of writing that he later disowned. It wasn’t until Riding Lightswas published in 1955 that his distinctive voice first became apparent. This collection was followed by The Sinai Sort (1957), A Common Grace (1960), A Round of Applause (1962), Measures (1965) and Surroundings (1966). Following his appointment as a fellow in creative writing at Edinburgh University in 1967, he became writer in residence at the University of Stirling from 1970 to 1977, before returning to Edinburgh to be writer in residence from 1977 to 1979. Over this time, he published further collections: Rings on a Tree (1968), A Man in My Position (1969), Selected Poems (1971),The White Bird (1973), The World’s Room (1974), Tree of Strings (1977), Old Maps and New: Selected Poems (1978), The Equal Skies (1980), A World of Difference (1983) and Voice Over (1988).

MacCaig’s life and poetry was principally divided into two parts, with his home city of Edinburgh providing a valuable contrast to his holiday home in Assynt, a remote area in the north-west of Scotland where he spent much of his time. The landscape of this area appeared as a recurring theme in much of his poetry.

His friendships with Hugh MacDiarmid, Sorley MacLean, Robert Garioch and Sydney Goodsir Smith bore a significant influence both on his work and in establishing him as a major force in twentieth-century Scottish poetry. In later years, he acted as mentor to Liz Lochhead, W. N. Herbert and Robert Crawford.

He never received much international attention despite being presented with numerous awards, including an OBE and the highly coveted poetry prize the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry, in 1986. In recent years, his writing has become a compulsory part of the literature syllabus in Scottish schools and universities. Norman MacCaig died in Edinburgh on 23 January 1996, aged eighty-five.

“The Son Writes” – Promote Yourself

WHITE-ROSES

Death is blackened
by white roses orchestrating
the stage for grief.

My father wrote
those three lines,
before he died.
Now I hear them,
those lines, once more
as his fellows gather and muse
and drink about.

He was a good mentor,
a sensational man of letters–
his passing is felt.

But I’m the only one who manages to see
what my father wrote–lines
ready to be drowned by history’s waves.
I see through the mush,
and the things my father did
to achieve a pedestal amongst guardians
of the ivy halls. But, he remains
for now, while I am alive and trying to confine
my own place for when they look at me
they only see the son, the shadow
of his greatness.

 

Andrew Geary

andrewgearypoetry.wordpress.com

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