The Prompter Room

For Friday, June 15, 2018:


You have to write the book that wants to be written.  And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.

Madeleine L’Engle (h/t/ AWE)


The Prompter Room

For Tuesday, June 12, 2018:


The artistic creation of the poet, painter, photographer, and writer is a reflection of the artist’s inner world. The agenda of consciousness that spurs all forms of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, but to portray its inward significance to the creator. A great poem, painting, photograph, and written composition fully express what the creator feels, in the deepest sense, about the distinctively depicted image that captured their imagination.

Kilroy J. Oldster, DEAD TOAD SCROLLS (h/t TWC)


The Prompter Room

For Tuesday, June 5, 2018:


Be still, life, be still – like the surface of a pond – and you’ll see the fish – swim through – the clouds and the fronds!

… Be sweet and slow, life, – like the honey of the bees, – and you’ll taste all the – flowers that they brush – with their knees.

Ohara Hale, BE STILL, LIFE


[Note: I could not format this here as the author has it, so the dashes (-) above indicate the correct line breaks.]



The Prompter Room

For Tuesday, May 29, 2018 (this is long, but too beautiful not to share):


A river passing through a landscape catches the world and gives it back redoubled: a shifting, glinting world more mysterious than the one we customarily inhabit. Rivers run through our civilisations like strings through beads, and there’s hardly an age I can think of that’s not associated with its own great waterway. The lands of the Middle East have dried to tinder now, but once they were fertile, fed by the fruitful Euphrates and the Tigris, from which rose flowering Sumer and Babylonia. The riches of Ancient Egypt stemmed from the Nile, which was believed to mark the causeway between life and death, and which was twinned in the heavens by the spill of stars we now call the Milky Way. The Indus Valley, the Yellow River: these are the places where civilisations began, fed by sweet waters that in their flooding enriched the land. The art of writing was independently born in these four regions and I do not think it a coincidence that the advent of the written word was nourished by river water.


The Prompter Room

For Tuesday, May 22, 2018:


When I see a viewer fall into a painting I have painted, I feel connected to what I really know.  It doesn’t all happen just for me, I am a translator.  It’s shared and a mystery.  When a viewer falls into that with me, I love it.  It’s real to me.  It’s vulnerable, it moves and I dig that.

Leon Hushcha, 2018

(The Art of Leon Hushcha, solo exhibition at the Museum of Russian Art in Minneapolis, Minnesota)

The Prompter Room

For Tuesday, May 15, 2018:


[The artist] has only to translate the sufferings and happiness of all into the language of all and he will be universally understood. As a reward for being absolutely faithful to reality, he will achieve complete communication among men.

Albert Camus, ‘Create Dangerously,’ RESISTANCE, REBELLION, AND DEATH