Good
Afternoon Alys!
Congratulations!
Your artwork, When Roses Bloom, has been selected to be displayed on a
banner in Noblesville’s open-air art gallery. There were 57 pieces of art
submitted by 23 artists. The committee selected 24 works to be displayed
on banners for the end of August and through the month of September. Sincerely,
Noblesville Main Street, City of Noblesville, and Nickel Plate Arts
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Dear Alys,
Congratulations! Your artwork, Addiction, has been selected as a finalist in the Abstract/Experimental category of The Artist's Magazine 31st Annual Art Competition. Your name, city, state and/or country will appear among the lists of finalists published in the December 2014 issue.
The competition’s entries, over 7,500, were particularly strong this year. As editors, we had a difficult task to whittle the field; it is truly an achievement that your work was among the ones we sent to the jurors.
Thank you very much for entering our contest and sharing your fine work with us.
Congratulations again!
Sincerely,
Maureen Bloomfield
Editor
http://www.artistsnetwork.com/the-artists-magazine
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The Gathering
I breath her in my dreams,
amidst her roses her yellows her greens;
I hear weathered ancient stones calling,
gathering souls like a reclusive collector.
© ACG 2013
Dear Poet,
It is my pleasure to inform you that your entire verse made it into the Gathering Poem book, and if you were not before you are indeed now, a published poet.
The Gathering Poem book will officially be launched on September 25 next in Dublin, by Minister Jimmy Deenihan, the Minister of State at the Departments of the Taoiseach and Foreign Affairs with Special Responsibility for the Diaspora.
Trinity College Poetry class and Professor Philip Coleman - who wrote the preface for the book, had the supreme difficulty of reading thousands of entries, and the need arose for selected verses to be included in the beautiful book, (we pushed back publishing by 2 months to accommodate) so we grouped your verse under the theme 'Identity' and if you look very closely at the pictures attached you will see your verse and name.
The Gathering Poem book is a beautiful, perfectly poetic design (it had to be, to merit the beauty within), and I went around feeling paper for days to pick the right heavy cream paper, and held at least 40 shades of green up to every light possible before choosing a green infused with gold, and the cover has 'A Poem about Ireland by the People of Ireland' embossed on it's front. It sits proudly in Trinity College and in the iconic Shelbourne hotel Dublin, where the Irish Constitution (Bunreacht na hÉireann) signed by Michael Collins in 1937.
Thank you so much for your entry to the Gathering Poem in the Autumn of 2013. If you wish to purchase the book it is €10 per copy, http://www.thegatheringpoem.com/ you may also purchase the print which is A1 size, the same version as was received by President Michael D. Higgins in Áras an Uachtaráin.
The Gathering Poem is at the beginning of it's journey and duty, to promote the talent and cultural contributions of all Irish. 'The Gathering Poem - A Poem about Ireland by the People of Ireland' has attracted the attention of the Irish Government and now other members of the Irish, Northern Ireland and UK Government, the US Senate and embassies etc. Some contributors have donated copies of the book to Irish Heritage Centres, University and College libraries, Governments and Embassies etc worldwide.
Please let me know what you think of the book upon reading it, it would be wonderful to hear and report same now that I have the ear of these people who can take this book far, the book is also bound for Dublin and Shannon airport.
Le gach ár súil agus aisling, na hÉireann x
Beir Bua,
yours sincerely,
Elaine Walsh - Founder 'The Gathering Poem - A Poem about Ireland by the People of Ireland'
http://www.thegatheringpoem.com/ to buy copies of book, and A1 poster prints of poem.
The Gathering Poem Book will be launched by the Minister for the Diaspora Jimmy Deenihan on September 25 2014, in Dublin, Ireland.
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Click on the above link to watch the 12-minute video I made that won the "Viewer's Choice" award in The Polk Street Review's first annual short film competition (2014).
River
The force that endured,
that raged,
that cut through
and created
theGrand Canyon
is hard to visualize.
Her eyes were a river’s ribbon
of steely blue
raging
as if cutting through
five hundred years
of brown-eyed Turkish domination,
somehow enduring
to flow into my veins.
“Luba” —
the Macedonian word
for love —
in any language:
complicated.
I loved her sweet smile,
her crocheted treasures,
Christmas cookies
like no others,
the twinkle in her eye;
yet never did she let me in,
her magic and her mystery
were her own.
Strange accent and strange beliefs;
her past distorted
and unknown to me,
her perspective
from another time and place,
my love was tinged by distance
that I could not cross;
never as close to her
as to my other grandmother,
whose sweet sad elegance
seemed more familiar.
Her complications conspired
to preserve the reserve
from which she saw the world;
it rarely cracked.
I could not see
her protective wall
for what it was;
her strength escaped me,
only later would I see it,
could I know it,
long after she was gone,
and my own steely-eyed children
chose their middle names
Luba and Alexander —
their homage
to a Macedonian past,
and her.
I can see her reserve
in their eyes;
I know now,
finally
what she saw,
understanding
what lay behind her laughter —
it had its own accent,
an echo down through time,
that mirrored the twinkle
in her ice-blue eyes —
like a river,
raging,
cutting,
like a secret flash,
enduring wisdom,
a knowing unshared
like that last never-revealed ingredient
in a recipe —
her secret,
she alone
knew the punchline.
“I survived.”
that raged,
that cut through
and created
the
is hard to visualize.
Her eyes were a river’s ribbon
of steely blue
raging
as if cutting through
five hundred years
of brown-eyed Turkish domination,
somehow enduring
to flow into my veins.
“Luba” —
the Macedonian word
for love —
in any language:
complicated.
I loved her sweet smile,
her crocheted treasures,
Christmas cookies
like no others,
the twinkle in her eye;
yet never did she let me in,
her magic and her mystery
were her own.
Strange accent and strange beliefs;
her past distorted
and unknown to me,
her perspective
from another time and place,
my love was tinged by distance
that I could not cross;
never as close to her
as to my other grandmother,
whose sweet sad elegance
seemed more familiar.
Her complications conspired
to preserve the reserve
from which she saw the world;
it rarely cracked.
I could not see
her protective wall
for what it was;
her strength escaped me,
only later would I see it,
could I know it,
long after she was gone,
and my own steely-eyed children
chose their middle names
Luba and Alexander —
their homage
to a Macedonian past,
and her.
I can see her reserve
in their eyes;
I know now,
finally
what she saw,
understanding
what lay behind her laughter —
it had its own accent,
an echo down through time,
that mirrored the twinkle
in her ice-blue eyes —
like a river,
raging,
cutting,
like a secret flash,
enduring wisdom,
a knowing unshared
like that last never-revealed ingredient
in a recipe —
her secret,
she alone
knew the punchline.
“I survived.”
© ACG 2014
February 12, 2014
Dear Alys,
Your poem will be shown on our website and Facebook pages as it appears below. If you have any minor changes you would like to make please let us know. Again, congratulations, and thank you for entering our contest!
Sincerely,
Ingrid HeffnerEditorial Department
Blue Mountain Arts, Inc.
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