Still here!

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Yep, I’m still here. I know it’s been far too long since I’ve sat down to write a blog post, but don’t worry my friends. It’s been an interesting few months. It amazes me how much I continue to learn and grow as a poet/writer as time goes on. So many new experiences have inspired me to keep writing.

Unfortunately, my insanely busy schedule has cut back on my creative writing time, but that will ease up soon! This Friday brings another new chapter in my life, a.k.a. I’m moving again! It should be a fun adventure…one that will provide an environment sure to embrace my creative spirit.

Be sure to keep an eye out for an upcoming post about something new that I’m working on…

Until then, I’ll leave you with this quote:

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Grounds For Sculpture Adventure

This past Sunday I was lucky enough to spend the day at an amazing place called Grounds for Sculpture located in Hamilton, NJ. If you’ve never heard of it, it’s really worth checking out. It’s a beautiful place filled with tons of inspiring pieces of art, and when you get hungry there’s an adorable cafe to eat at. (They also have a delicious flatbread pizza that I highly recommend.) Anyway, I’m going to be participating in a poetry contest that they are having, so I took a ton of pictures to fuel my inspiration. I thought it would be fun to share some of my favorite photos on here, but before I do that I’m going to warm you up with this lovely poem that is actually located on the grounds.

It’s called “When You Are Old” by W.B. Yeats, and it literally melted my heart.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,/And nodding by the fire, take down this book,/And slowly read, and dream of the soft look/ Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;/How many loved your moments of glad grace,/And loved your beauty with love false or true,/But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,/And loved the sorrows of your changing face;/And bending down beside the glowing bars,/Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled/And paced upon the mountains overhead/And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
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Poetic State of Mind

The summer is upon us…which means I hide inside on super sunny hot days. However, I will say that today was beautiful. I’m honestly more of a go for a drive when the sun sets type of girl…I’d much rather worry about mosquito bites than sunburn. One of my favorite things to do is go to the beach at night. It’s a much more peaceful experience, spending quiet time with the ocean.

…you know…ebbing with the ocean of life like Whitman.

You’ll be happy to know that I’ve been writing a lot. My bond with poetry is still going strong, and I think that largely has to do with the fact that when I’m not working on my own, I’m reading other poets work. I’m very much in a poetic state of mind every single day, and it feels great. It kind of allows one to look at the world differently, and makes me curious to explore all sorts of things.

I haven’t always been a people watcher. There were so many times that I’d be having a conversation with a fellow writer and they would tell me how they love to go sit at a coffee shop and just watch people. Normally, I’d respond by nodding my head and smiling when I was really thinking, “how in the world does that help you?” Fast forward to present day, and I finally get it. The only trouble is, I’m not quite sure how to explain it…helpful Christine, right? I don’t know how everyone does it, but I don’t exactly sit there are stare at people like a creep. It’s more the atmosphere of it all. Most of the time, I’m writing articles for my Bleeding Cool job so I fade in and out of the happenings around the room. Today, I actually went out to lunch by myself and had a super delicious breakfast sandwich. While I was scarfing that down, I noticed an old couple talking over a newspaper. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but in a weird way, I didn’t need to because my imagination immediately kicked in. Don’t you love when that happens?

It’s safe to say that I’m pretty content with writing poetry, so for now I’m going to continue following that path. Like I mentioned before, I’ve also been reading a lot of poetry. I’m about to finish up a few different poets, and I’ve decided that my next poet to explore further will be Sylvia Plath. It’s funny because I’ve read some of her stuff before, but it wasn’t until I was browsing quotes (as I so often do) one day and came across this one…

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It wasn’t the first time I’d read it either. Actually, I’d probably read it several times, but this time was different. I had an overwhelming urge to learn more about her. It’s definitely one of the most truthful statements that’s ever been written. So, I’m happy to say that I snagged copies of her unabridged journals and a collection of poetry. I’ll be sure to report back after I’ve read through it all. I would mention who I’m finishing reading now, but I have so much that I want to say that I won’t even mention his name. I’ll just be mysterious until I decide to write a separate post about him too.

On a completely unrelated note (because I’m cool like that) I’d like to leave you with a piece of one of my favorite poems called “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop. You can read the full poem here.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;/ so many things seem filled with the intent/ to be lost that their loss is no disaster./Lose something every day. Accept the fluster/of lost door keys, the hour badly spent./The art of losing isn’t hard to master./Then practice losing farther, losing faster:/places, and names, and where it was you meant/to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
For me, the poem provides a refreshing perspective of not allowing yourself to become too attached to anything. To kind of accept the every day flow of life and how things tend to naturally evolve and change.
Until next time,
Christine

Quotes & Poems

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“I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.” ― Charles de Lint

I stumbled upon this quote the other day, and truly felt connected to it. Despite all of the hectic madness going on in my life right now, I’ve been blessed with moments and people that remind me how great life is. It’s important to stay positive no matter what. There is a bit of magic in every day, and I’d much rather focus on that.

My inspiration has been mostly steady since my last post. I find myself scribbling down ideas for poems quite often. As far as completing poems, I have a couple drafts that I’m making progress on. The point is, I’m so happy to be writing again. Perhaps I will share something on here in the near future.

Until then, I’d like to share one of my favorite Robert Frost poems with you. It’s quite fitting for the picture I posted above. It’s called, “Birches.”

You can read the full poem here: Birches by Robert Frost

While I enjoy the whole poem, I’ll share my favorite part below.

 It’s when I’m weary of considerations, / And life is too much like a pathless wood / Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs / Broken across it, and one eye is weeping / From a twig’s having lashed across it open. / I’d like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over. / May no fate willfully misunderstand me / And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. / Earth’s the right place for love: / I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.

There’s so much truth within those lines. I think we’d all like to escape for some time when life’s beaten us down, but the truth is, there is beauty in the breakdown. There’s growth and many new adventures.

Until next time,

Christine

Two Jobs & A Poetic Spirit

It’s incredibly interesting (and terrifying) how much can change over the course of six months. While I have no interest in talking about certain aspects, I do want to talk about the things that I’ve been incredibly thankful for. Working as a staff writer for Bleeding Cool continues to be a spectacular adventure. My pull list has grown, but in turn I have settled into a comfortable rhythm for writing articles and meeting my quota every month. My second job of working as a library assistant at the college I graduated from has been a blessing. It is so comfortable for me to be surrounded by books all of the time, and every single person that I work with is fantastic. It’s an incredible feeling to work with a group of caring individuals. Plus, I’ve even met a few kindred creative souls! That alone has provided me with so much motivation and inspiration.

While I prepared for my first poetry workshop for National Library Week, I found myself remembering my love of poetry. Since then, I’ve immersed myself in a ton of my favorite poems and even started to write some of my own. I am thrilled at how well the workshop went with the students and staff, so I look forward to further developing ideas for the fall semester. For now, I think the universe is pointing me towards poetry as my creative outlet. I used to write poetry all of the time, and then I moved onto short stories and novels. Now I find myself filled with a poetic spirit again, and I’m quite happy to embrace it. I look forward to diving back into writing creatively, and analyzing a ton of poets for guidance and inspiration.

For example, I believe this quote to be very true.

“Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.”- Allen Ginsberg

Until next time,

Christine

M.I.A. Blogger Christine Marie

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Hi all!

Remember me? I’ve been M.I.A. from the blogging scene for almost two months now because of a combination of things. A lot has happened since the new year has started, some negative stuff and some positive. Of course I’m trying to focus on the positive!

I’d like to think of myself like Barbara Gordon (Oracle style minus the wheelchair) always in front of a computer writing comic book reviews, and awesome articles about comic book industry news. I drink a lot of coffee now…haha

Despite the things going on in my personal life, it feels good to be busy working on things that I’m very passionate about. I’m dealing with a lot of unknown right now, (which is difficult for a control freak) but I know it’s important to keep moving forward.

I’ve been thinking a lot about one of my role models, J.K. Rowling and reflected on the speech she made at Harvard. This quote in particular resonated with me:

“My greatest fear had already been realized, and I was still alive… And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”

I wanted to share the full speech below for those of you who haven’t seen it.

I will attempt to be a better blogger moving forward! Thanks for sticking with me. =)

Until next time,

Christine

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The Disorganized Writer

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For those of you that know me well, you’ll know that I am an insanely organized person. That doesn’t just include my day to day life, I am usually a very organized writer as well. Due to the personal circumstances that have turned my life upside down, the past two months have been spent exploring what it’s like to be disorganized in every aspect of my life. I wouldn’t say that I’m necessarily choosing to be this way, but I think things can really get tough when you’re going through major life changes. You start to lose yourself in certain ways, and discover parts of yourself that you didn’t know were there.

I half expected my creative brain to shut itself off and go into some kind of deep dark hibernation, but I’m happy to report that it’s still there, alive and kicking. The major difference is, I find myself writing things in a highly disorganized manor. Whether it be quickly jotting down a few notes on a scrap piece of paper, or emailing myself some dialogue while I’m at the store, I’m all over the place.

I want to say that I’m working on a new project, but it’s hard to really define what that project is. It’s definitely an exploration of new territory, I can tell you that much. I’m normally not the type of writer that can write chapters out of order, but I absolutely have been. If someone opened up the most recent documents that I’ve been typing, they probably wouldn’t make sense to them at all. But that’s okay, because they only need to make sense to me. I know that in time I will go back and fit all of the puzzle pieces together in an orderly way.

So tell me, fellow writers…how do you conquer creative disorganization? Do you find yourself writing things out of order, or are you more of the planning type?

Until next time,

Christine

P.S. Brief Query Process Update – Round Three stats: 5 rejection letters, 5 no responses. I’ll be sending out another ten letters ASAP! Fingers crossed.