Interview with Dr. Edmund Skellings, Florida’s Poet Laureate, 10-14-10.
New blog posting, Life is Like a Song – http://tinyurl.com/25fccm5
There is one correction I found in the interview. Dr. Skellings became Florida’s Poet Laureate in 1980 not 1982.
There is something magical about getting a conversation on video. Thank you Dr. Skellings for your time and for sharing some of your work and story with me. If possible, I would enjoy doing it again.
Life is Like a Song: interview with Dr. Edmund Skellings, Florida's Poet Laureate: http://bit.ly/9vP6Xg #poetry #poets #art
Life is like a song. Some people lip sync life, doing as they’re told, as expected of them, automatons lacing the scenery of the lives of those who sing fully with grace and glee. And some sing loudly and proudly as they lip sync to the tune of a million smiles: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xt_m7qooZfo
Life is Like a Song: interview with Dr. Edmund Skellings, Florida's Poet Laureate: http://bit.ly/9vP6Xg #poetry #poets
@POETSorg Life is Like a Song: interview with Dr. Edmund Skellings, Florida's Poet Laureate: http://bit.ly/9vP6Xg
beautiful words John.
what about those who don’t sing or who don’t play an instrument? are they still heard?
Songs are sung about unsung heroes.
Most every one is heard, directly or indirectly, event chew ally…
I agree. I suppose it comes down to the extent one wants to be heard. How loud they want their message to echo or last. And even then it’s not in their hands if it is to be heard by anyone but their own ears.
Singing a song or creating for only oneself, can be a powerfully trans-formative action. I’m confused by what you are referencing by – event chew ally. Please clarify if you have a moment.
Event chew ally, it may come to me.
“Most every one is heard, directly or indirectly, event chew ally…”
Eventually, event-chew-ally… it may mean nothing, as I was just playing with words to see what occurs. And what has occurred is a quest for clarification. And now I’m spurred to make sense of my attempt at finding meaning when nothing much was really meant.
Event chew ally. As life rolls on, and after one is gone, the world may chew on what happened, and decide which events were most relevant. The world may chew on you and be your ally in defining which things they heard are worth rhyming. And by rhyming I mean encapsulating in a song, the bodacious bits of your life from birth to gong.
Was Vincent van Gogh ever heard? Did he hear himself? What was he hearing, when part of his ear was cut off?
[Around this time, he wrote, "Sometimes moods of indescribable anguish, sometimes moments when the veil of time and fatality of circumstances seemed to be torn apart for an instant."] – Wikipedia.
Oh, I get it. Sorry. it’s a wonderful play on words. you are quite the wordsmith John. you have such a flow that your nonsense seems to make sense.
Hemingway was heard and still blew his head off.
Van Gogh was pretty well heard by his brother Vincent.
Depression seems to flow pretty deeply through the veins of creativity. If life wasn’t a roller-coaster and ebb and flow of highs and lows, who knows? I’m not sure if I’d be writing so.
Thank you sir. I suppose I’m a sensei of sensical nonsense.
Right on, write on…
Depression and creativity. Sadness and motivation. Emotional equations.
Highs and lows, UFOs, military memos, overgrow, overthrow, who’s really running this show?
not me, that is for sure. are you?
Maybe the show is running itself, and nobody is running it, and everybody is running it.
Maybe the bankers are running things, Rothschilds and such. How much wealth are they really sitting on? Multi-trillionaires??
Maybe I’m running the show and I don’t even know it?
Maybe lizard people are running things?
Maybe my oversoul?
2 + nine =
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