Excited to be part of this virtual poetry event celebrating the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay along with the Long Island Harp Society,
Join us if you’re able (via link below) and have happy, healthy, and poetic day,
Mary 🌿
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged edna st. vincent millay, harp, harp Weaver, harpists, inspiration, mary cm phillips, poetry on May 16, 2021| Leave a Comment »
Excited to be part of this virtual poetry event celebrating the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay along with the Long Island Harp Society,
Join us if you’re able (via link below) and have happy, healthy, and poetic day,
Mary 🌿
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged #poetry, inspiration, Linda Trott Dickman, mark phillips guitarist, mary cm phillips, Music of the Forest poetry, paul ammendola, poetry and music, poetry reading, red words, spoken word poetry, Walt Whitman, Walt Whitman Birthplace on November 23, 2020| 2 Comments »
Thank you to everyone who joined us for an evening of poetry and music –and the CD release for Music of the Forest — hosted by The Walt Whitman Birthplace Association!
Kudos and a depth of gratitude in particular to WWBA’s host Caitlyn Shea, poet/author, Linda Trott Dickman, singer/songwriter Paul Ammendola of Red Words, and guitarist/husband Mark Phillips for enhancing the event with their gift of words, voice, and music.
Most of the poems on the video are from my new spoken-word CD, Music of the Forest.
For those who were unable to attend, here is a video of the event:
Stay safe,
stay strong,
and be encouraged,
Mary
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Alfred Lord Tennyson, inspiration, music, poem, poetry, Tennyson on January 24, 2020| 9 Comments »
Written with a little poetic inspiration from Alfred Lord Tennyson’s, The Splendour Falls on Castle Walls:
Moon rich sky, I feel each
phase of time go by
long and high, I hear them echo by
Richer than the bluest blue
of velvet skies
I hear them echo by, echo by
Echoing dying, dying, forever dying
Echoes part in two from
heart to heart, two heartbeats
lost in time, echo by
Echoing dying, dying, forever dying
Taken by the hand with
no reply she sees
all her hopes and dreams
echo by
Echoing dying, dying, forever dying
forever and ever and ever…
(c) Mary C.M. Phillips
Produced by Mark Phillips
Inspired by Alfred Lord Tennyson’s The Princess
Mary C.M. Phillips: vocals, keys
Mark Phillips: guitars, drums, bass, vocals
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged #spokenword, inspiration, love come down, mary cm phillips, poetry, spoken word on March 19, 2019| 1 Comment »
Dusted off my KORG synth, recited a new poem, and pressed RECORD.
Feel free to listen. It’s free…like all good things.
#SpokenWord #Poetry.
LISTEN HERE (FREE) – or Download HERE
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged C.S. Lewis, inspiration, J.R.R. Tolkien, Middle-Earth, Oxford, The Lord of the Rings, Tolkien, writing on September 25, 2018| 8 Comments »
While on vacation in England last month, we spent some time in Oxford.
The main attraction (for me) was Bodleian Libraries’ current exhibit: Tolkien: Maker of Middle-Earth.
It’s a breathtaking exhibit where Tolkien enthusiasts can view the first manuscript of The Hobbit, hand-drawn maps of Mordor, letters of correspondence from C.S. Lewis, family photos, favorite pipes, and the rocking chair in which he sat when the sentence, “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit,” suddenly came into his mind.
The exhibit will be coming to New York in January (see the link on the blogroll to the right)! I plan to go again.
After we left the exhibit — and strolled around a bit — we ended up at The Eagle and Child. This is the small pub that J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Charles Williams (and friends) would regularly meet over a pint (or two) to discuss poetry, politics and ideas for their stories.
I sat at the bar with my husband and son, drinking a pint (of Coca-Cola), overwhelmed with the fact that I was sitting in the very place where these great literary minds created The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, and the world of Narnia.
Here is where the The Lord of the Rings was read aloud by Tolkien himself. C.S. Lewis, a positive force in his life, had encouraged him to finish the tale. Although Tolkien believed Williams was not enthused with his work during their meetings, five years later, Williams asked to borrow the manuscript. He read it in its entirety and conveyed to Tolkien that he experienced a sense of freedom — and a connection with freedom — while he read it. He may have been slow with his support, but…better late than never.
I’m now reading The Inklings by Humphrey Carpenter, which casts light on the lives of these three writers and the dynamics of their personalities.
Writing is a solitary practice, but with support and encouragement from friends, great art is realized. Great literature also has a ripple effect in that it inspires others to see the world differently.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged happiness, inspiration, poetry, writing on July 14, 2018| 2 Comments »
You must be the judge of your own happiness. – Jane Austen
I need to remind myself of this fact every so often.
When I experience the pleasure of simply staying home, by myself, I find that I am my best creative self.
I’m not surprised, however, when I’m crafting a poem, journaling, or reading, to hear the world whisper into my solitude saying, “Come outside and play with others.” And I must admit there are a couple of options today: the Mets game or meeting a friend for a hike. But the simple pleasure of sitting in my little yard just journaling (and listening) are more appealing.
I know what makes me happy.
Knowing what makes you happy is key in finding a sense of peace and moving forward.
To sit under a cloudless sky, happily in solitude, interrupted only by the occasional Blue Jay or Cardinal may seem boring to most, but it allows my mind to creatively wander. I can actually hear myself think — and the voice I hear sounds calm and wise and happy or better yet…content.
We all deal with that constant nag of being productive, but it is sometimes just that…a nag. The nag’s voice is not so sweet, and frankly, it’s annoying. So, I’m ignoring him today.
Hope you all find some creative solitude this week…
let your mind wander…
and find your happiness.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged edna st. vincent millay, inspiration, poems, poetry, writing on June 8, 2018| 4 Comments »
There is something so beautiful about dappled light.
My hike today included a long path with such light. It lay before me, like a regal carpet with a welcoming invitation. “Become dappled as well,” it seemed to say.
And so I did.
I walk steadily along, with a gentle breeze, tall trees on either side; light piercing through numerous spaces in the canopy of branches above.
I brought a poetry book (this has become a new habit). Poetry, I thought, might be considered dappled words and befitting to read in such light.
I opened to the first poem, a well-known poem, a favorite.
Renascence, from The Selected Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay:
*****
The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide
Above the world is stretched the sky, –
No higher than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on either hand;
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine through.
Excerpt from Renascence, Edna St. Vincent Millay
Wishing you all a peaceful weekend full of long paths,
tall trees,
and dappled light.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged edna st. vincent millay, inspiration, Mary C. M. Phillips, nature, poetry, writing on May 25, 2018| Leave a Comment »
It was a long winter. For everyone.
But today — as I was hiking under a clear blue sky — I felt the weight of winter (finally) lifting.
Oh, the joy!
Nature has the incredible power to change our mood and also open doors of inspiration that allow words to flow easily and naturally. She also helps us to notice beauty (if we listen).
During my hike, halfway up the hill, I sat down on a bench and took out my paperback copy of The Selected Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay to a most appropriate page:
***
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down.
— Afternoon on a Hill, Edna St. Vincent Millay
I’m hoping that the coming (warmer) months will bring more days “under the sun” and will fulfill us all in such a way that the simple touch of a flower will bring us joy, gladness, and inspiration.
To be outdoors — experiencing nature in her full glory — just feels “right,” doesn’t it?
Going forward, I will be spending less time on the computer and more time just “listening.”
I will not miss my computer.
I don’t think anyone on their deathbed has every uttered, “Oh, how I wish I’d spent more time on my laptop.”
So, enjoy the weekend,
breathe some fresh air,
and spend an afternoon, outdoors,
perhaps on a hill,
and listen.