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Wednesday, November 04, 2009


No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.

But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

She dwells with Beauty -- Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips;
Ay, in the very temple of delight
Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

More pragmatic comments to follow later...

Lady, I feel your pain! No matter what kind of art project I'm doing, I have that "middle" time that I call the tortured artist period. I think "why did I say I could do this? I'm terrible at painting/printing/drawing/sewing! This will never turn out! What's wrong with me!" But usually, it turns out fine. I just have to have that moment and power through.

As for the time issue, I hear you there too. We're getting a new 10x15 C&P in a couple of weeks (!!!!) and it's going to be off site in Carrie's family's barn. Which means no more printing for 5 minutes then taking the dog out or hugging my husband. I'll have to drive there and stay there. I keep telling myself (and my husband) that it won't always be this way, it's a means to an end. Meaning I hope to make it a full time gig, and not do my day job. But for now, sheesh! There's hardly time to design anything. On the other hand, my mom is about to have a lot of freetime, and she says she wants to print--What a riot! That would be awesome to employ my mom, right? We'll see.

Anyway, I guess I don't have any actual words of wisdom, I just wanted to say that I'm right where you are. I hear ya!

So Rich, you and Keats agree that it's cool if I read a novel every once in while? Well, if a great poet recommends it... (There would be a smiley-face emoticon here if I went in for that sort of thing.)

Beth, first of all, thanks for commiserating. It sometimes feels nice to know that we're all waist high in it (or that we'll all die like Keats' lady if I want to take melancholy to a new level!).

Second, wow-wee, a 10x15 C&P. That's so exciting; you're going to love it, even though you have to drive to it! Are you going to document the move on your blog?

Yep, it's OK to read every once in a while. Just don't start writing sad poems to your cat.

I actually go through the same cycle when printing for others. It has to do both with the deadline and the need, perhaps more so with me than the person the work is for, to get it just right. I know nothing is perfect but I'm still somewhat obsessive about it. When I do it for myself I'm just as fussy but am completely relaxed, though of course still get frustrated at times. Go figure.

Hey, purple! Is your blog acting like a mood ring?

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