Artists Among Poets - Emily Cyr

My Opinions Regarding Nighttime Can I tell you something? Can I? Can will. There is too much. Too much? Too much very much too much. Can I just Can I just alone. Alone is almost very always alone dark can I? No, I'm not. No really! Can I tell you something? Dark and with arm, arm at my bed Shadow everything everywhere, everything everywhere shadow. Can I just tell you something alone? Nothing, absolutely nothing, absolutely everything, and then absolutely nothing Waiting and and ...and Can I just tell you? Nothing, nothing, everything and nothing Always heat, shadow. Maybe then, maybe then now? Maybe then later. Maybe then while. Too much? Possibly maybe dark, shadow, always alone. She told me dark and alone and now is never never always later Waiting. Can I? I don't want to maybe yes maybe no. That arm, that arm at my bed. Nothing, nothing, nothing maybe everything. Too much? Always too much but also never enough dark enough shadow Shadow, shadow, sh...

For My Hometown To the little blue house in the center of the cul-de-sac To the big brick house right in front of the pond To the harsh winters and the mild summers To the dirty lakes and the clean ones as well To the massive hills that you barely notice until you're biking up one To the occasional tiny corn field To the big and knotted oak trees To the little house behind the Dole, where I learned how to paint To the elementary school by Gabi's house, where I made my first friends To the middle school next to the church, and the blacktop I spent my recess To the high school across the street from that awful sewage plant that reeked on hot days To the theatre inside where I would spend hours upon hours inside To Downtown Crystal Lake, where I spent most of my summers To the Starbucks in the square, where I spent most of my money To Kara's ratty, broken down Jeep that she drove me around in for 2 years To Brandon's basement, where I had my first kiss ...

1.) "The image is the poet's pigment. The image is not an idea, it is a radiant node or cluster. A vortex through which and from which and into which ideas are constantly rushing. It is as true for painting and sculpture as it is for poetry." 2.)  When writing poetry, I often opt to break the lines the way they make the most sense. That being said, I usually resign to making each line a complete sentence, and rarely ever venturing into the territory of cutting off a line at a point where it is grammatically incorrect. It has been rather difficult for me to through caution to the wind structurally in my poetry, primarily because I've been taught that breaking the grammatical structure in anything is about the worst offense any writer could do. Upon reading Hirsh's response to how to create the lines in poems, I found that my method of organizing the structure of my poem is a very normal and natural response to poetry. However, I've also learned that there ...

Back Home Again The brisk, bitter cold stings my face as I escape the thick gasoline heavy garage I trot over to his car and cram myself into the seat, my feet drowning in the assorted garbage My hand peeks through the holes of my gloves as my fingers clasp onto his He gives my hand a squeeze and reverses the car The car groans in protest as it struggles over the icy driveway into the unplowed street My breath fogs out in front of me as I tell him about my morning The white salty stretch of road guiding us to our destination We stumble into a fading parking spot in front of the old diner I tighten my damp and itchy scarf as he zips up his coat a little bit more Bracing ourselves for the wind, we burst open the doors The cold assaults our cheeks and faces as we trudge against it  The icy shards of wind cutting through our clothes to our skin Finally we reach the doors and fling them open Immediately the warmth of the indoors washes over us like a blanket fresh out o...

          A poem is good for indulging artistic expression in a way that is not entirely visual. It is a way to better express more abstract emotions and situations in a way that is more pleasing and interesting to read than if you had picked up a more academic explanation. In addition, it's something that connects people together with their feelings and experiences in a way that a more visual artistic expression may not be able to do.            The most difficult part about writing a symbolist poem was avoiding writing it too blatantly or realistically. For example, I chose to focus on a scarf for the symbol of jealousy and control in a relationship, and I felt it was often difficult to do so in a way that wasn't making it seem that either the boyfriend was actually physically strangling his partner with the scarf, or that it was far too obvious that the scarf is the symbol in the poem. However, despite my difficulties ...

          Meaning is absolutely crucial in any poetry. When a poem lacks any kind of intention or meaning, it is extremely difficult for me to fully understand or appreciate the written word. In addition, a poem without meaning very obviously lacks a sense of care and quality, and will end up being a poorly written poem. In the visual arts, however, meaning is not so crucial to a finished work. This is due to the fact that the way to experience art does not require a sense of analysis, and can be appreciated purely on the basis of that it looks nice. It is more difficult to get away with that in poetry, as it is difficult to arrange a poem in such a way that the only intention is that it looks nice.            It is entirely possible to delve too deeply in trying to understand meaning. I often draw the line when the individual attempting to understand the piece will try to link an object or description with something that was ne...

          When writing, I've found that I have to be prompted or inspired to be able to sit down and create a written piece. It's extremely difficult for me to be sat down in front of a computer and just begin typing out an idea. My writing habits are unfortunately a lot more scarce than I'd like to admit. I thrived in high school with my writing, as my senior year I managed to get signed up for 3 different english classes to have the outlet to write. However, with the start of my college life, the only writing I usually stay faithful to is my journal, a habit I've stuck to since I was about 6. When writing, I prefer to be in a quiet and isolated place. Any music, talking, or constant noises keep me from concentrating, and there are times where I will go to the third floor in the library just so I have guaranteed silence. It usually doesn't particularly matter the time of day I prefer to write, however, I find that I'm not quite properly "warmed up"...