{"id":4751,"date":"2008-09-14T19:36:30","date_gmt":"2008-09-14T18:36:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=4751"},"modified":"2020-09-14T19:54:51","modified_gmt":"2020-09-14T18:54:51","slug":"born-of-lonliness-are-the-arts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/born-of-lonliness-are-the-arts\/","title":{"rendered":"Born of Lonliness are the Arts"},"content":{"rendered":"<figure style=\"width: 244px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/cdn11.bigcommerce.com\/s-ekl27muf8u\/images\/stencil\/608x608\/products\/487\/492\/The_Writer_Figure_Oil_Painting__99835.1559398856.jpg?c=2\" alt=\"\" width=\"244\" height=\"325\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\"><a href=\"https:\/\/juliaswartz.com\/the-writer-figure-oil-painting\/\">&#8220;The Writer&#8221;<\/a> by Julia Swartz<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Born of loneliness are the arts&#8230;<br \/>\nSpewing forth from depressed minds,<br \/>\nWho, from solitude of isolation&#8230;<br \/>\nInspiration they can find&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>So it is said: I say is not so&#8230;<br \/>\nFor I love to life life&#8230;<br \/>\nFind inspiration through life joys<br \/>\nAs much as from its strife&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>And in the solitude of slumbers<br \/>\nJust before I go to sleep&#8230;<br \/>\nIdeas formulate in my mind&#8230;<br \/>\nMany are lost.. a few I keep&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>And upon the mornings waking&#8230;<br \/>\nI find paper, and then,<br \/>\nMy thoughts and dreams in verse<br \/>\nI commit to paper with my pen.<\/p>\n<p>Tis true the lonely can use the arts<br \/>\nAs a way to null their pain,<br \/>\nAnd we, who are the receivers,<br \/>\nKnow not the agony&#8217;s behind our gain&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>To say all artists are lonely is not true,<br \/>\nTo say their blessed is true indeed,<br \/>\nWhether lonely or enjoying life&#8230;<br \/>\nTo create is the artist need!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Born of loneliness are the arts&#8230; Spewing forth from depressed minds, Who, from solitude of isolation&#8230; Inspiration they can find&#8230; So it is said: I say is not so&#8230; For I love to life life&#8230; Find inspiration through life joys As much as from its strife&#8230; And in the solitude &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[4317,4318,657],"class_list":["post-4751","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writing","tag-why-we-write","tag-write","tag-writing-2","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-1eD","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3390,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/born-of-loneliness-are-the-arts\/","url_meta":{"origin":4751,"position":0},"title":"Born of Loneliness Are the Arts","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"10th December 2008","format":false,"excerpt":"I read a quotation that said \"creativity is born of loneliness\", and while in times of dark moods indeed creativity can be a release... it is not the only time of creativity. 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