Poetry and my true art... beginnings

I cancelled playgroup today because I am ill. and so is S who does it with me.  We could have both struggled in, but I don't often cancel, and when I heard she was not well, it made me assess and.  I didn't feel like it at all.  I have a very bad sore throat.  Hub had it and I though I had gotten away with only having the same thing mildly.  But its kind of bad, and my glands are all swollen.  Am taking the morning off to lie in bed.

And wander around the internet.  I have been thinking (inspired by a section in the experimental art course I did with Amelia) about themes.  And Poetry which is a word I chose for this year.  And the metaphysical poets whom I read at University.  And of the words Awe Beauty Horror Joy.  Which I wrote a long time ago when I was feeling very raw and utterly connected with life and death.  Its all kind of deep stuff. And not all pretty and whimsical.  I don't think my art is necessarily going to be pretty and whimsical, whereas a lot of my craft stuff is.  If I am being utterly honest and heartfelt about my art.  I am more interested in ideas of the sublime, and paradox and life and death.  Its darker and weirder.  I got into the idea of Night and Day.  And of curating an exhibition based on that.  I need images for all of this.  But for now.  Am just starting to get the words out.

And something I have always loved, in the way of poetry anyway, is this line

Dull sublunary lovers love, whose soul is sense, cannot admit absense because it doth remove those things which elemented it

and the words starshine and quintessence.  And feathers.