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Visual Poet
kristine mcanelly
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Poet-Lyricist/Multi-disciplined Artist seeks Performance Artists, Actors, Musicians, Poets, Designers, Directors, Composers and other people, including caretakers and teachers, seeking balance and laughter through sharing.
Female
100 years old
Louisville, KENTUCKY
United States
Last Login: 10/29/2009
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Mood:
Refreshed Tired
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Visual Poet's Interests
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| General | Architecture, Animation, Nature, Music. Theatre, Poetry. Open Mike Nights, Museums, Sculpture Gardens.
Camping and stargazing. Casual cycling, fishing and canoeing.
| | Music | I couldn't even begin, oh, yes...Eve danced so Adam must have whistled. Who had the music first? | | Movies | Whatever seems interesting, entertaining, educational. Or funny. | | Television | History. Nature. Musical or artistic content. PBS, HBO Documentaries. Comedy. Animation. And an occasional talk show when I can't sleep. | | Books | Whenever I can. One good book in one big gulp on a long weekend. The latest, Markings by Dag Hammarskjold. 1964. Knopf. Several pages still hold my Grandmother's pressed pansies. Pp. 97, 120, 147, 157. | | Heroes | My parents. Maya Angelou. Ed Hamilton. 2 Ruths...one a poet and the other a sculptor. |
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Visual Poet's Details
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| Status: | Divorced | | Here for: | Networking | | Orientation: | Straight | | Hometown: | Native Charger Fan | | Zodiac Sign: | Aquarius | | Smoke / Drink: | Yes / No | | Education: | Some college | | Occupation: | Cloud Watching Dreamer w/ADD |
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Visual Poet Swimming in boxes... Emotional contents. Took a serendipitous evening. Wow! God is good. Posted at 3:32 AM Oct 24 from Mobile
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About me:
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I use words and clay. I paint in my dreams, and sing with the muses. My voice is not in tune with performing.
I am the writer. I am the first voice that places the curve onto the paper. I am the kiss on the envelope, sealing its fate to be blessed by others doings because my limits are mine and no one elses. I am the pencil, the broken pen, the smear of ink that leaves a thumb print in the margins.
I am one of many artists that moves outside the normal sphere and in so doing stretch my thoughts beyond the sideways margins of life.
And when I retire...I want a backyard big enough to contain all the sculpture my heart is so inclined to create. Is New York big enough? Or perhaps Australia?
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Who I'd like to meet:
Short. Tall. Big. Small. Masters. Mentors. Journiers.
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