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The Critic's Familiar

Posted by Mary Natwick on Sunday, October 9, 2011, In : critic 
I take a creativity lab with a wonderful, passionate artist named Maria Lucia Phillips, to whom I've dedicated my first two books and will probably dedicate every other book I'll ever write.

The lab is not about critiquing yourself or others, or honing your craft. It's about shaking you down to the deep core of yourself and seeing what comes up. It's about expressing your emotions in a way that the soul -- no, wait. It's about letting your soul express emotions in a way that it/he/she underst...
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Posted by Mary Natwick on Monday, June 6, 2011, In : Mother/Son 
Well. I'm not a blogger at heart. I don't think you will benefit from seeing the inside of my neurotic mind. Some day it might be less neurotic. Some day, I might be a wise old woman with great insights to impart, and then, perhaps I will put down my thoughts more often.

But for now, the few insights I get come after writing a poem. Then I look at the ending and think, "Oh, so that's what's going on." There are times I don't get it even then, I'm sorry to say. Sometimes a friend will explain i...
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Posted by Mary Natwick on Friday, April 8, 2011, In : Nature 
A few weeks ago I noticed some serious edginess and disconnectedness when I was writing my morning pages. So first I wrote a poem:

the way the tongue
trips in fluttery stops
and starts

the way the eyes scan a room

the off-balance stumble when
hugging someone

why let it be so?

sit by that stream you know
set the boxes of unusable clutter
into the current
and give them a push goodbye

then roll into the shallows and
face your upstream birthplace
the water scours you clean
it floods you--
with your own s...
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