Shawn L. Bird

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poem- performance art July 22, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:24 pm
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I know,

that sometimes my performance faltered.

I reached down or up for notes that would not be seized.

I fumbled  at times with pitch, tune, entrances, but

every time

I believed.

I believed I was selling crumbs to birds

who were going to die horrible deaths

without them.

I believed that every person

within the sound of my voice should buy

just a small bag for the ‘ungry young ones.

My voice trembled with my belief, as I gazed out at the faces,

beseeching each and every one to part with a tuppence.

.

You believed.

Stranger, how you clung to my arm,

when me met on the sidewalk, months later,

eager to tell me how you’d heard my voice

in your head weeks afterwards.  How beautiful it was.

How it made you wept.

I, who knew every vocal fault,

struggled to believe

that my believing,

had been enough to reach past my inadequacy.

Thank you

for reminding me,

it’s the only thing that connects

in the end.

.

birdwoman

Image (c) Evan Buhler used with permission. “Feed the Birds”. Mary Poppins Shuswap Theatre 2016.

Me, being The Bird Woman November-December 2016.  

I met a fan of the show yesterday and struggled once again to come to terms with the fact that our art has its own life and power.  It can transcend us to speak poignant messages to receptive ears.

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quote- creations June 15, 2017

Filed under: Poetry,Quotations — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:20 pm
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 “Creations are creatures, and they have lives of their own.”

Louise Penny.  The Nature of the Beast.

I’m reading this Inspector Gamache novel, and Ruth made this comment about a play.  The line after indicates that the play was the playwright.  It seems both powerful and succinctly true.  When we create something, it comes from us, often reflect deep truths about us, but it also becomes itself.  It speaks to those who view/read/listen/watch with its own voice (filtered through or reflecting their voice).  I am often fascinated to hear what readers have taken from my work.  Sometimes they find things I put there, but often they find things that are completely different, and just as valid.  Once the book or poem left my hands, it became its own entity.  It’s an interesting experience.  It reminds me of the first time an adult mentions they know your child- they’ve interacted with them in a way that is unconnected to you, and you realize they have their own independent lives.  Children are creations, too.  They’re equally part of us and completely themselves.  Ah. Creation is a complex thing!

From a writing point of view, what a perfectly crafted sentence for this character.  Ruth is a poet, and doesn’t the line sound like a poem?  Louise Penny is my hero.

 

poem- shaped May 9, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:50 am
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Your portion of this landscape

reinterprets the shape

follows the lines

but makes them into

something new.

Microcosm makes

macrocosm.

.

.

.

Current project in art class.  Each student has a square that contains a scene up close, but when assembled with others, reveals a larger scene (or in this class, spells out the initials of the school.

 

 

 

Poem- folded April 13, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:59 pm
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You’re creating a story

folded into the pages of the book

It’s not the story the author intended.

It’s not what people expect to see.

But your folds and cuts

tell your story,

and your story

is enough.

 

 

poem-art June 10, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:37 pm
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Art is artificial

when our artifacts

leave factual for artless artifice.

Draw artful parts;

articulate the artful into artillery

throbbing through the arteries:

bum, bum, bum.

Be the genuine article,

artisan.

Be

art.

.

.

(Reading John Dewey’s Art as Experience today.  My head might explode.)

 

quote-teach April 25, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,Quotations,Teaching — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:19 pm
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“You can’t be an art teacher until you’re an artist.  Duh.”

~Annie Liebovitz

 

poem-curled October 30, 2015

You are landscape:

hills curled around valleys,

shoulder arced over head

thighs a rounded panorama.

You are pushed up against darkness,

it puddles beneath your breasts,

but waken, beauty.

Light lingers  on your glistening skin;

dawn caresses your body,

an invitation to fall in love with day.

.

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I’m admiring the art on my wall again.  This poem is written about this drawing: https://shawnbird.com/2015/02/21/poem-the-light-returns/  How thankful I am for Elaine’s skills.  The artist in me greets the artist in thee! Namaste.

 

 
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