Friday, October 31, 2014

Poetry Monster Loves Halloween

The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
   As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
    Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
    Nameless here for evermore...


by Tabatha and Elena

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
    Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
    Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

Read the rest here.

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* More visits from Poetry Monster.
* The Opposite of Indifference Halloween Collection
* Information about the Winter Poetry Swap can be found here. The deadline for signing up is November 7th.

Linda has the Poetry Friday round-up at TeacherDance.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Standing Tall

Well, as giraffes say, you don't get no leaves unless you stick your neck out.
~Sid Waddell


You might think there wouldn't be a lot of giraffe art, but...

Engraving of giraffes at Mathendous in the desert of Libya

Tingatinga painting of giraffes
by I.M. Mlaponi

Kunsthofpassage Dresden

Stand Tall 2013 - 50 years of Colchester Zoo
photo by Karen Roe
Stand Tall for Giraffes celebrated the 50th birthday of Colchester Zoo in 2013 with a public art trail of 112 giraffe sculptures. The giraffe sculptures raised £115,400 at auction.

'Sarasvati' inspired giraffe, part of Stand Tall 2013
photo by Karen Roe
by Anne Schwegmann-Fielding

Garden of the Villa Medici di Castello

Giraffe House
photo by Laurie Avocado

Giraffes
photo by Terry Robinson

* One Million Giraffes Project (someone used the Internet to collect one million art representations of giraffes, sent by strangers)
* Wildlife Conservation Society (I couldn't find any four-star charities that work on giraffe conservation...but this one, which has a score of 89.93 out of 100, is the highest rated I could find on Charity Navigator.)

P.S. I thought I didn't have any particular reason for spotlighting giraffes today, but I was just adding the tail to my daughter's giraffe Halloween costume and realized "Oh!"

Monday, October 27, 2014

Who Could Ask for Anything More?

I got starlight,
I got sweet dreams,
I got my girl,
Who could ask for anything more?

~George Gershwin

Gene Kelly today:






* Lines Written for Gene Kelly to Dance to by Carl Sandburg
* A mention of "Singing in the Rain" in one of my posts here.

Friday, October 24, 2014

We Two, Same and Not-Same

The time on either side of now stands fast.
~Maxine Kumin (1925-2014)


For Poetry Friday, we have a poem by Maxine Kumin and a Winter Poetry Swap announcement. This morning, I took my 16-year-old cat to the vet. Dr. V. was startled when he saw Cleo's age on the chart because he thought she was younger. I can't take credit for the twinkle in her eye (or the fact that she purred through getting a shot), but nurturing --animals, children, plants-- is kind of my specialty. Which brings us to today's poem, "Nurture":

Nurture
by Maxine W. Kumin

From a documentary on marsupials I learn
that a pillowcase makes a fine
substitute pouch for an orphaned kangaroo.

I am drawn to such dramas of animal rescue.
They are warm in the throat. I suffer, the critic proclaims,
from an overabundance of maternal genes.

Bring me your fallen fledgling, your bummer lamb,

Read the rest here

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Want to take part in the Winter Poetry Swap 2014?


by Elena Y, age 13

I would like for this to be for non-poets as well as poets, which is something different. Usually, people write poems for their swappee, and I would like for poets to do that this time. But if you are a fan of poetry who doesn't write poems, you can still participate.

Okay, so what do you need to do to be part of the swap? Send me your name and mailing address by November 7th. I will give you someone's name and address. Send that person a poem -- if you are a poet, write one; if you aren't, pick one with them in mind. I don't ask that poets write poems with their swappee in mind, just because I know muses can be fickle creatures, but people often do.

A special part of the Winter Swap is gift-giving. In addition to a poem, swappers send small presents to each other. It could be something handmade. It's really your call. The deadline for sending your swap friend a poem and gift is December 12.

Sound like fun? Join in! You can email me at tabatha(at)tabathayeatts(dot)com.

The Poetry Friday round-up is at Merely Day by Day.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

I Hope You Never Get Sick Of...

I've put more thought into my Halloween costume than into my career...
~Unknown


Costumes! Again. I can't resist!

Venice Carnivale 2014
photo by JP Bennett

Castlefest 2011, Steampunk, Sascha
by Eric

Venice Carnivale 2013
photo by JP Bennett

Accordion Player
photo by C Nilsen

2014 Cariwest Costume Extravaganza
photo by Karen Lee

Venice Carnivale 2014
photo by JP Bennett

2014 Cariwest Costume Extravaganza
photo by Karen Lee

Battle of Carnival Bands - Mandinga Arts
Aalborg Karneval

Monday, October 20, 2014

Hungarian March

"A Viennese music-lover, well acquainted with the ways of the country I was about to visit, had come to see me a few days earlier with a volume of old tunes. 'If you want to please the Hungarians, he said, write a piece on one of their national themes; they will be delighted...' I followed the advice and chose the Rákóczy theme, on which I wrote the grand march which you know."
~Berlioz, who received "a silver crown of exquisite workmanship" from a group of young Hungarians as thanks for the march


Music from The Damnation of Faust this Music Monday. It was composed by Louis Hector Berlioz, inspired by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Faust (and by a Hungarian national tune).

YouTube Symphony Orchestra:



A bonus: the trailer for Terry Gilliam (of Monty Python)'s The Damnation of Faust:


Terry Gilliam

Friday, October 17, 2014

Ode to Lucy's Ears

“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
~Samuel Butler


Zeno poems are everywhere, have you noticed? J. Patrick Lewis invented this form based on the hailstone sequence (8,4,2,1,4,2,1,4,2,1 syllables that rhyme abcdefdghd), which Michelle has been featuring on her blog in October. I wanted to try it, but was nervous because it looks impossible.


photo by Ariana Y

Recently when my son and I were walking our puppy, I told him, "I could write a poem about Lucy's ears," to which he replied, "I could write a whole anthology about Lucy's ears." I don't know when his collection will be available, but here's my zeno:

Ode to Lucy's Ears
by Tabatha Yeatts

Sleek black waves bounce so charmingly
as she bounds a-
long. Her
style
is so fancy-
free, we
smile
widely while her
ears be-
guile.

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Michelle is our Poetry Friday host at Today's Little Ditty.

Calling myself out here for naming it "Ode to Lucy's Ears" when clearly it should be "Zeno (for? to?) Lucy's Ears." I meant it in the sense of a poem "expressive of exalted or enthusiastic emotion," but really.

Addendum the second: The first thing Lucy's ears reminded us of was Dobby. When Lucy is in trouble, here's what she looks like: