Maureen
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"I must create a system or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare; my business is to create.-William Blake"
Female
33 years old
SAINT PETERSBURG, Florida
United States
Last Login:7/23/2008
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Mood:
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Maureen's Interests
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| General | WRITING, reading, chillin out, yoga, being by the water, watching movies, traveling, learning new things, seeing beautiful things, eating good food, being healthy and inspiring others | | Music | anything that brings me to that special place | | Movies | Network, Stealing Beauty, Where Dreams May Come, Me and You and Everyone We Know, What the Bleep Do We Know?, Last of the Mohicans, The Notebook (so romantic), The Dark Crystal, Crash, Garden State, Clash of the Titans, Pride and Prejustice, The Breakfast Club, Goonies, Sylvia, When Harry Met Sally, Say Anything, High Fidelity, Zoolander | | Television | Don't own a T.V. | | Books | Check out my Shelfari page: http://www.shelfari.com/o1517315396 | | Heroes | Georgia O' Keefe, Emily Dickinson, Judy Chicago, Paulo Coelho, Margaret Bourke White, Virginia Woolfe, Anne Bradstreet, Anais Nin, Dalai Lama, Frida Kahlo, my mom... |
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Maureen's Details
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| Status: | Married | | Here for: | Networking, Friends | | Orientation: | Straight | | Hometown: | St. Petersburg, Florida | | Zodiac Sign: | Scorpio | | Occupation: | Poet/Publisher www.summerfolkpress.com |
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Maureen is a gypsy poet traveling the interior world
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About me:
Poet - Book Publisher - www.maureenmcdole.com
 | Emily Dickinson
The Soul selects her own Society-
Then-shuts the Door-
To her divine Majority-
Present no more-
Unmoved-she notes the Chariots-pausing-
At her low Gate-
Unmoved-an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat-
I've known her-from an ample nation-
Choose One-
Then- close the Valves of her attention-
Like Stone- |
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IN MY CRAFT OR SULLEN ART
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spendthrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art
-Dylan Thomas
"The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children"-John Keats
"Let us remember...that in the end we go to poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might be less apt to destroy both."-Christian Wiman
"This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency."
-Walt Whitman
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