tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916364613496735302024-03-19T09:27:49.342-04:00Tabatha Yeatts: The Opposite of Indifference"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference."
~ Elie WieselTabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comBlogger2845125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-76802422587602099742024-03-18T11:36:00.000-04:002024-03-18T11:36:53.490-04:00Stradella<i>One of the most innovative and exciting composers of the 17th century, with hundreds of musical works to his name, Alessandro Stradella (1639-1682) led a rambunctious life encompassing TWO assassination attempts, a fraud, a love story, an abduction… and a lot of brilliant music.
<br>~BBC4</i>
<br><br>Read more about Stradella's story <a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/articles/4jFtRcYFR4MCsP4LVjhVVGf/stradella-the-wild-man-of-baroque">here,</a> where Frank Cottrell Boyce explains why he wrote a drama about Stradella's life. (Is it a spoiler to say that one of the assassination attempts was successful?)
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For Music Monday, works by Alessandro Stradella:
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<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-73891061011273598942024-03-14T19:54:00.000-04:002024-03-14T19:54:39.018-04:00Pardoned by the lava of chance<i>E. Hirsch: You’ve said that you average about six poems per year. Why so few?
<br>W. Meredith: I wait until the poems seem to be addressed not to “Occupant” but to “William Meredith.”</i>
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<br>Happy Poetry Friday! Our family is doing something different for St Patrick's Day this year...adding a bit of Irish poet W.B. Yeats celebration to it. (BTW, Yeats and Yeatts are not the same, but they do have the same pronunciation.) One of our extended family members is wonderful at reciting poems and has made some videos for us to enjoy. I've planned <a href="https://tabathayeatts.blogspot.com/2018/05/gluten-free-tea-party.html">a tea</a> with scones and truffles and wee sandwiches. Maybe I will share a video next week if I can get permission.
<br><br>Today's poem is by Pulitzer prizewinner <a href="https://www.britannica.com/biography/William-Meredith">William Meredith,</a> who wrote "The Illiterate" <a href="https://tabathayeatts.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-risk-only-staying-alive.html"> which I shared in 2008</a> and still think of often. "Accidents of Birth" is one I know I'll also be returning to.
<br><br> <b>Accidents of Birth</b>
<br>by William Meredith
<br><br><i>Je vois les effroyables espaces de l’Univers qui m’enferment, et je me trouve attaché à un coin de cette vaste étendue, sans savoir pourquoi je suis plutôt en ce lieu qu’en un autre, ni pourquoi ce peu de temps qui m’est donné à vivre m’est assigné à ce point plutôt qu'à un autre de toute l’éternité qui m’a précédé, et de toute qui me suit.
<br><br>—Pascal, Pensées sur la religion</i>
<br><br>The approach of a man’s life out of the past is history, and the approach of time out of the future is mystery. Their meeting is the present, and it is consciousness, the only time life is alive. The endless wonder of this meeting is what causes the mind, in its inward liberty of a frozen morning, to turn back and question and remember. The world is full of places. Why is it that I am here?
<br><br>—Wendell Berry, The Long-Legged House
<br><br>Spared by a car or airplane crash or
<br>cured of malignancy, people look
<br>around with new eyes at a newly
<br>praiseworthy world, blinking eyes like these.
<br><br>For I’ve been brought back again from the...
<br><br><i>read the rest <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43104/accidents-of-birth">here</a></i>
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<br><br><a href="http://tanitasdavis.com/wp/?p=13406">{fiction, instead of lies}</a> has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Tanita!<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-23531897775827447922024-03-14T00:00:00.001-04:002024-03-14T00:00:00.447-04:00Renoir<i> One must from time to time attempt things that are beyond one's capacity.
<br>~Pierre-Auguste Renoir </i>
<br><br>I like support for trying things one is liable to mess up. Thanks, Renoir! Art Thursday:
<br><br><b>La Grenouillère</b>
<br>Pierre-Auguste Renoir
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<br><b>Le Pont-Neuf, 1872</b>
<br>Pierre-Auguste Renoir
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<br><b>Self-Portrait, 1876</b>
<br>Pierre-Auguste Renoir
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Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-37124002328011017692024-03-11T00:00:00.004-04:002024-03-13T18:04:28.629-04:00Harmonies<i>You try to do what you can to bring harmony wherever you go.
<br>~Aaron Neville</i>
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For Music Monday, a "Ms. Mojo" video with her list of Top 20 Harmonies:
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<br><br>Can't leave out <a href="https://boyziimen.com/">Boyz II Men.</a> So good!
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<br><br>More harmonies:
<br><a href="https://youtu.be/n4TdB6qSF3E?si=O2YAyX2dSGwAMP4m">Stay</a> by Little Big Town
<br><a href="https://youtu.be/94h2L9oBOHM?si=PzB7JI5YFtpTcFEr">Go To Sleep You Little Baby</a> by Emmylou Harris, Gillian Welch, and Alison Krauss
<br><a href="https://youtu.be/mw0jCyH5cZA?si=lmTI84T6fMYuvjSn">I Will Wait</a> by Mumford and Sons
<br><a href="https://youtu.be/efdZxQDbNNk?si=Vo9NpStjiTF_Mwld">Save Me The Trouble </a> by Dan and Shay
<br><a href="https://youtu.be/oouFE51HcqM?si=OWbDqBjbeQuK8-8Q">Colder Weather </a> by Zac Brown Band
<br><i>What others would you include? </i>
<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-53561640338890784212024-03-07T20:46:00.005-05:002024-03-09T07:05:32.548-05:00Not your shoe<i>The great artists are the ones who dare to entitle to beauty things so natural that when they're seen afterward, people say: Why did I never realize before that this too was beautiful?
<br>~André Gide</i>
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<br>Hi y'all! Happy Poetry Friday! My birthday yesterday threw me off a little bit re: my blogging schedule, so I am pulling out things I liked on Instagram. First, <a href="https://youtube.com/shorts/x9aW7R6isLU?si=gZ8CzElz5t2Rup2B">Trevor Noah explaining why friends are like horcruxes. </a> Also, here's literacy advocate <a href="https://www.instagram.com/p/C3oF-QWP-ms/">Oliver Speaks.</a>
<br><br>Is something making you uncomfortable? Maybe you just need to let it go. <a href="https://www.poetryoutloud.org/poet/naomi-shihab-nye/">Naomi Shihab Nye: </a>
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<br><a href="https://www.onlypoems.net/tdillard/interview">Todd Dillard</a> from <i>Invisible Chorus</i>, in <a href="https://www.onlypoems.net/">Only Poems: </a>
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<br>Addendum: Dillard's <a href="https://www.onlypoems.net/tdillard/poems"><i>How To Live</i></a> is worth a read.
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<br><br><a href="https://laurasalas.com/poems-for-teachers/poetry-friday-is-here-and-so-is-oskar/">Laura Purdie Salas</a> has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Laura!
<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-60960989066244862832024-03-07T11:26:00.003-05:002024-03-07T11:26:49.707-05:00Reflectogram<i>The water you touch in a river is the last of that which has passed, and the first of that which is coming. Thus it is with time present.
<br>~Leonardo daVinci</i>
<br><br>For Art Thursday, an unfinished painting by DaVinci, but the infrared reflectogram version:
<br><br><b>The Adoration of the Magi, infrared reflectogram </b>
<br>by Leonardo da Vinci
<br>Preserved in the archives of the Opificio delle pietre dure
<br>photo by Tangopaso
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<br>And like a rare wine, you don't get older, you just get better...
<br>Saffire, Middle Aged Blues Boogie</i>
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<br>I am late for Music Monday! Today I was thinking about <a href="https://www.alligator.com/artists/Saffire--The-Uppity-Blues-Women/">Saffire, the Uppity Blues Women.</a> I remember seeing them play "How Can I Say I Miss You" before they released it on an album. I associate them with laughter and pizza.
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<br><br><br><iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/ffZdg-fV1hI?si=0btT0T5TLruAFWLE" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen></iframe><br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-8283823160871167612024-02-29T19:59:00.001-05:002024-02-29T22:12:45.395-05:00Sparkling potions<i>According to [Riverside] cemetery, as of 2023, people have been leaving $1.87 in change (the amount of Della's savings at the beginning of "The Gift of the Magi") on Porter's grave for at least 30 years. The cemetery says the money is given to area libraries.
<br>~John Boyle</i>
<br><br>Happy Poetry Friday! Have you read <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/files/7256/7256-h/7256-h.htm">"The Gift of the Magi"</a> by O. Henry (a.k.a. William Sydney Porter)? The ending gets me every time. Here's an excerpt of the poem <a href="https://www.poetrynook.com/poem/o-henry%E2%80%94apothecary">O. Henry- Apothecary</a> by Christopher Morley, who must have been aware that Porter was a licensed pharmacist:
<br><br>O brave apothecary! You who knew
<br>What dark and acid doses life prefers,
<br>And yet with friendly face resolved to brew
<br>These sparkling potions for your customers—
<br>In each prescription your Physician writ
<br>You poured your rich compassion and your wit!
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Last week, I mentioned that my National Poetry Month project this April will be short story-based:
<br><br>Take a short story (from a magazine, anthology, one you've written, wherever) and...
<br><br> * write a black-out poem
<br> * a poem for two voices (two of the characters talking)
<br> * a poem about the setting
<br> * a summary
<br> * a poem imagining the inspiration for the story
<br> * a poem that changes the story in some way
<br> * or whatever you want to do!
<br><br>I thought I'd give you some links to short stories in case anybody would like help getting started:
<br><br>* <a href="https://americanliterature.com/100-great-short-stories/">100 Great Short Stories</a>
<br>* <a href="https://americanliterature.com/short-short-stories/">75 SHORT Short Stories</a>
<br>* <a href="https://americanliterature.com/50-great-feel-good-stories/">50 Feel-Good Short Stories</a>
<br>* <a href="https://genius.com/Haruki-murakami-on-seeing-the-100-perfect-girl-one-beautiful-april-morning-annotated#note-3756495">On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning
by Haruki Murakami </a>
<br>* <a href="https://smallbeerpress.com/free-stuff-to-read/2005/07/01/the-faery-handbag-by-kelly-link/">The Faery Handbag by Kelly Link</a>
<br>* <a href="https://medium.com/@writingforeverydayliving/going-home-a-short-story-inspired-by-emily-dickinsons-poem-because-i-could-not-stop-for-death-8efb90eb458c">Going Home: A Short Story Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s poem, “Because I Could Not Stop for Death.”</a> (Okay, maybe it would be too circular to write a poem inspired by that one.)
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<br><br><i><a href="https://www.teacherdance.org/2024/02/poetry-friday-make-choice.html">TeacherDance</a> has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Linda!</i>
<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-40511306243034001502024-02-29T00:00:00.001-05:002024-02-29T00:00:00.268-05:00Road trip? <i>Experts believe that three different artists illustrated the pages, and three or four scribes copied the text. The medieval monks who created the book hand-painted each of its 680 pages using around 10 different domestic and imported pigments.
<br>~Erin Kelly, about the Book of Kells
</i>
<br><br>I just saw that there is <a href="https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1omREzsTol/">an immersive Book of Kells experience</a> at Trinity College, Dublin. Did you see the <a href="https://vangoghexpo.com/">VanGogh</a> immersive experience? It reminded me of that.
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<br><br><b>Folio 34r contains the Chi Rho monogram</b>
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<br><b>Folio 2r contains one of the Eusebian Canons</b>
<br>The Book of Kells
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<br><b>The Book of Kells, (folio 292r), circa 800</b>
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Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-52599777221668599212024-02-26T00:00:00.001-05:002024-02-26T00:00:00.442-05:00#329<i>At least I have her love
<br>The city, she loves me
<br>Lonely as I am
<br>Together we cry
<br>~Red Hot Chili Peppers</i>
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<br>Recently I was looking at Rolling Stone's "500 Best Songs of All Time" (for poetry-related reasons, oddly enough). What's #329, you wonder?
<blockquote>Number 329
<br>Red Hot Chili Peppers, ‘Under the Bridge’
<br>1991
<br>Writer(s):Anthony Kiedis, Flea, John Frusciante, Chad Smith
<br><br>The stark, poignant ballad “Under the Bridge” was a breakthrough hit for the Chili Peppers, shattering their party-boy image. It started as an autobiographical confession from frontman Anthony Kiedis, who counted an experience with some gang members under an actual Los Angeles bridge as a low point of his drug addiction. </blockquote>
<br>I knew the song, but had no idea what it was about. For Music Monday, <i>Under the Bridge</i> by the <a href="https://redhotchilipeppers.com/">Red Hot Chili Peppers:</a>
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<i>
I fell in love with her because I thought she was the first feminist. Second, because she was a philosopher, an artist, a writer, and she was trying through literature to humanize the king and men around her.
<br>~Hanan al-Shaykh on Scheherazade</i>
<br><br>Happy Poetry Friday! The round-up is here! Thanks for joining me.
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<br>I wondered if I use the word "open" (my OLW 2024) a lot when I write poems so I checked and yes, I do! Here's a poem I found from 2013 that I'm not sure I showed anyone? Let me know if you feel like you've seen it before. <br><br>Scheherazade comes from <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Thousand_and_One_Nights"><i>The Thousand and One Nights</i></a> (also known as <i>The Arabian Nights</i>). She marries a king who, to avoid being betrayed, kills his brides the day after their wedding. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zY4w4_W30aQ">Scheherazade</a> avoids this dire fate by telling him stories that end with cliffhangers. "The king kept Scheherazade alive day by day, as he eagerly anticipated the conclusion of each previous night's story."
<br><br><b>Scheherazade</b>
<br>by Tabatha Yeatts
<br><br>At the open door
<br>she forces herself to enter his room,
<br>lifting up her anchor
<br>to launch into his turbulent waters.
<br>She expects to ride the caliph's moods
<br>holding on with both hands,
<br>but she staggers,
<br>almost
<br>loses her balance,
<br>until she calms her chills
<br>at the sight of his unkempt beard,
<br>the wild sweat that beads in the nooks of his brow,
<br>and his eyes that land nowhere.
<br><br>Although
<br>it is she who wraps words around the mast,
<br>and blows the sails full with story,
<br>his pleasure steers the ship.
<br>Only he may scoop out the water
<br>that pools at their feet.
<br><br>Her guiding star
<br>is visible through clouds,
<br>even present in the rain,
<br>beaming down between
<br>strikes of lightning.
<br><br>She cups her hands,
<br>fills them with the future,
<br>and lets him drink.
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<br><br>Speaking of characters from stories, I have an idea for my National Poetry Month project! I'm giving early notice in case you want to take part. My project is short story-based:
<br><br>Take a short story (from a magazine, anthology, one you've written, wherever) and...
<blockquote>* write a black-out poem
<br>* a poem for two voices (two of the characters talking)
<br>* a poem about the setting
<br>* a summary
<br>* a poem imagining the inspiration for the story
<br>* a poem that changes the story in some way
<br><br>or whatever you want to do!</blockquote>
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Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-63770568643416396182024-02-22T09:14:00.000-05:002024-02-22T09:14:08.389-05:00Drawbridges
<i>I have built a moat around myself, along with ways over that moat so that people can ask questions.
<br>~Tim Berners-Lee </i>
<br><br>For Art Thursday, I was thinking about art that represented my One Little Word for the year ("Open") and drawbridges came to mind. The castle isn't open without the drawbridge being down. I am fond of door-related art, and this feels like a branch of that.
<br><br><b>Castello Veneto</b>
<br>photo by Paolo Monti
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<br><b>Bridge to Castle</b>
<br>photo by Vitold Muratov
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<br><b>The castle of Izadkhast (or Yezd-i-Khast) in Fars Province of Iran</b>
<br>Eugène Flandin
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<br><b>Florence</b>
<br>photo by Paolo Monti
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<br><b>Osijek Water Gate (Croatia)</b>
<br>Roko Poljak
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<br>Lastly, here's xkcd with "How to build a Lava Moat":
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<br>~Marc Rebillet</i>
<br><br>Belatedly posting for Music Monday!
<br><br><a href="https://lnk.to/FeelYourself">Flamingosis - Feel Yourself [feat. Marc Rebillet]: </a>
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<br><br><a href="http://www.bobbycaldwell.com/">Bobby Caldwell: </a>
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<br>~Donald Berwick</i>
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<br>Yesterday my husband Ben went to a hospital for a procedure. We were under the impression that the staff would be masked up, but it turned out that they weren't. The majority of the masked people there were patients.
<br><br>I know a cancer survivor who is COVID-cautious and has only had it once -- given to her by an unmasked doctor.
<br><br>Should people we go to for our health care be making us sick? Why would that seem acceptable, that on the one hand they "care" about our health and on the other hand, they can't be bothered to protect it in the smallest of ways?
<br><br>When I left the hospital yesterday, I thought to myself that the staff should hope they didn't give Ben COVID because if they did, I am perfectly happy to be a one-woman protest, just me with a sign, trying not to let them get away with it. Today, <a href="https://www.donotpanic.news/p/a-killer-disease-is-rampant-in-hospitals">this article by Nate Bear</a> landed in my in-box...many people are experiencing the same frustration I am.
<br><br>Nate Bear:
<blockquote>Just this week the partner of Rhod Gilbert, a famous Welsh comedian undergoing treatment for stage 4 cancer, spoke out against the medical malpractice that leads to hospital-acquired covid infections...
<br><br>How many cancer patients, transplant patients or critically-ill people have been infected in a hospital with the the world’s leading cause of death by infectious disease? How many ended up dead as a result?
<br><br>We don’t know, since public health either gave up on monitoring or won’t tell us. We have to comb through social media to find out.
<br><br>I can hardly believe that’s a line I’m writing in 2024...
<br><br>Hospitals should be places of treatment, safety and comfort, especially for the most vulnerable in society.
<br><br>They should not be places of danger...
<br><br>Prior to the pandemic, whenever there were hospital outbreaks of the ‘superbug’ MRSA, or of the bacterium C. difficile, it made the news. Investigations were undertaken. When people died, legal actions were launched. Hospitals were sued. It only took a few hundred cases for the wheels to be set in motion.
<br><br>This happened because there was an expectation that hospitals were places of safety. There was an expectation that no further harm should come to a person when seeking treatment for illness.
<br><br>We agreed, culturally, that it was utterly negligent when this happened.
<br><br>That expectation has died under a mountain of covid propaganda and a desire for normality so powerful that a form of cultural hegemony has arisen: from the political left to the right, covid has been disappeared. A collective vow of silence has been taken.</blockquote><br>
My mom had spinal surgery recently and has had physical therapists and occupational therapists coming to her house 2-3 times a week. Her therapists are wearing masks without being asked. Much appreciation for health care providers who protect their patients! <br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-25907029880045282332024-02-15T20:32:00.002-05:002024-02-15T21:14:51.547-05:00Confident in our walls<i>Every time you read a poem aloud to yourself in the presence of others, you are reading it into yourself and them. Voice helps to carry words farther and deeper than the eye.
<br>~Seamus Heaney
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<br><br>Happy Poetry Friday! I heard a bunch of different people recite <i>Scaffolding</i> by Seamus Heaney and they were all lovely. (If you are considering learning poems by heart, this is a good one to start with.)
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<br><b>Scaffolding</b>
<br>by Seamus Heaney
<br><br>Masons, when they start upon a building,
<br>Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
<br><br>Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
<br>Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
<br><br>And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
<br>Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
<br><br>So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
<br>Old bridges breaking between you and me
<br><br>Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
<br>Confident that we have built our wall.
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<br><br><i><a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/">Reflections on the Teche</a> has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Margaret!</i>
<br><br>Bonus poem: <a href="https://www.irishcultureandcustoms.com/Poetry/Ingoldsby.html">For Rita with Love</a> by Pat Ingoldsby
<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-14359962425788690002024-02-15T00:00:00.002-05:002024-02-15T00:00:00.262-05:00Czachórski <i>The word “laureate” is derived from the Latin “laureatus,” which means “crowned with a wreath of laurel leaves.“
<br>~Tom, History Hogs</i>
<br><br>This dreamy painting caught my eye. For Art Thursday, <b>Portrait of a Girl with Laurel Wreath</b>:
<br><br><b>Portrait of a Girl with Laurel Wreath, pre 1903</b>
<br>by Władysław Czachorski
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<br>~Hugh Laurie</i>
<br><br>For Valentine's Week Music Monday, Hugh Laurie and Beethoven. Take your pick!
<br><br><b>Sophisticated Song</b>
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<br><br><b>Piano Concerto No.3, Second Movement, ‘Largo’</b>
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<br>~Svetlana Lavochkina, translator
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<br><br> Happy Poetry Friday! What are you up to? I am working on a flash fiction short story (1,000 words or under). Something different for me! That's what comes of being <i>open</i> (my One Little Word for 2024).
<br><br>Today's poem <i>I Pick up my Footprints</i> is by Ukrainian poet Vasyl Holoborodko and can be found in <a href="https://www.wordsforwar.com/">Words for War: New Poems from Ukraine. </a>
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<br><br><b>I Pick up my Footprints</b>
<br>by Vasyl Holoborodko
<br><br>I stoop to pick up my footprints,
<br>somebody seeing me might think
<br>I’m gathering mushrooms,
<br>healing herbs,
<br>or flowers into a bunch,
<br>but no —
<br>I collect my footprints,
<br>my traces everywhere
<br>I walked for many years:
<br>Here are the footprints I left while herding sheep on the steppe.
<br>Here, I took this path to school,
<br>and these are my steps from my route to work.
<br><br>“I’m gathering my footprints here
<br>so that strangers don’t trample them,”
<br>I tell anyone who’s curious.
<br><br>(Epiphany:
<br>a footprint is —
<br>a symbol, by definition, of:
<br>“something rooted in the past”)
<br><br>In my mind, I slip my footprints
<br>between the pages —
<br>now whenever I read a book,
<br>I chance upon an old footprint:
<br>I study it for a long time,
<br>the footprint I left as a child
<br>walking beneath a cherry tree.
<br><br>All the footprints gathered so far,
<br>an entire footstep herbarium in books —
<br>if I put them all in one row,
<br>their path wouldn’t lead me home.
<br><br><i>Translated from the Ukrainian by Svetlana Lavochkina</i>
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<br><br><i><a href="https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/">Beyond LiteracyLink</a> has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Carol! </i>
<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-35426599124807879872024-02-08T00:00:00.002-05:002024-02-08T16:43:12.631-05:00Cupid<i>Oh, innocent victims of Cupid, <br>remember this terse little verse:<br> To let a fool kiss you is stupid.<br> To let a kiss fool you is worse.
<br>~Yip Harburg</i>
<br><br>Cute? Mischievous? For Art Thursday, we have Amor/Eros/Cupid/Love.
<br><br><b>Cupid</b>
<br>Julius Kronberg
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<br><b>Sleeping Cupid</b>
<br>Francesco Albani
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<br><b>Amor breaking his bow</b>
<br>Jean Ducamps
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<br><b>Time cutting the wings of Love, 1694</b>
<br>Pierre Mignard
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<br>Cupid holding a glass ball</b>
<br>Caesar van Everdingen
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<br><b>El Amor dormido, 1630</b>
<br>Erasmus Quellinus (II)
<br>After Peter Paul Rubens
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<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-73232689762996428102024-02-05T00:00:00.001-05:002024-02-05T00:00:00.257-05:00Aliah Sheffield<i>The responses I get either make me laugh or make me cry. Some people say, Is she being sarcastic, or is she calling out for help? It’s a little bit of both.
<br>~Aliah Sheffield
</i>
<br><br>For Music Monday, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UChI0eLfxxan_yWbn92bqPQg">Aliah Sheffield.</a> She has an album called These Songs Are for Anyone Sick of Earth, which has some pretty dark stuff on it but her voice is so angelic that it is pleasant regardless (e.g. <a href="https://youtu.be/WIlQahjLTQo?si=DyDUiTpkeO2HIyz9">I Don't Like People</a>). When she sings, "I don’t want folks running up all my bills/The first comes and that’s when they run for the hills," you know she's singing from experience.
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<br><br>An upbeat one:
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<br><br><a href="https://youtu.be/5_cA2pzDJB4?si=hCQ9iTm8sYoPQNx8">Some of Your People</a> (ain't really your people)<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-12632536902855064452024-02-01T18:30:00.000-05:002024-02-01T18:45:41.771-05:00Backup<i>Lillie D. Chaffin was born February 1, 1925 to Kenis and Fairybelle Dorton at Varney, Kentucky. Growing up during the Depression, at a time when most children did not attend first grade until the age of six, if at all, Lillie insisted on starting at age four.
<br>~Gayle Compton</i>
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<br>Happy Poetry Friday, y'all! Appalachian poet Lillie Chaffin sounds like a real firecracker. You can read more about her and more of her poems <a href="https://pikecountykyhistoricalsociety.com/lillie-d-chaffin/">here. </a>
<br><br><b>Old-Timer to Grandchild</b>
<br>by Lillie D. Chaffin
<br><br>And so our kinfolks let themselves
<br>be sweet-talked into believing
<br>that things would be the same.
<br>They let some Philadelphia lawyers
<br>tell them they could sell the yoke
<br>and keep the egg, and with that few cents
<br>they built a room onto the house
<br>or somesuch. And now the yoke owners
<br>are claiming their gold, and squashing
<br>the shell and letting it fall howsumever
<br>it falls. Let folks talk about our
<br>backward ways. I like it. If forward's
<br>what's been coming in right here lately,
<br>I'd go into backup if I could. Back up
<br>to the little creeks with fish in them,
<br>the trees with birds, the caves
<br>with animals, the air clean and smelling
<br>of hay and apples. If forward's now,
<br>then I feel sorrow for the ones who'll
<br>never know. But you will remember
<br>a little bit. You tell them birds
<br>do fly low before a storm.
<br><br>From <i>Mucked </i>1977
<br><br>*************
<br><br><i><a href="https://ayearofreading.org/">A(nother) Year of Reading</a> has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Mary Lee!</i>
<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-34518174447342551502024-02-01T00:00:00.002-05:002024-02-01T00:00:00.247-05:00Wolves<i>A wolf will still be a wolf even if he hasn’t eaten your sheep.
<br>~ Manchuria Proverb</i>
<br><br>For Art Thursday, wolves!
<br><br>Interesting wolf/dog info from <a href="https://www.nbcnews.com/science/science-news/yes-tiny-dogs-descended-wolves-rcna13316">NBC: </a>
<blockquote>Domestic dogs come in more sizes than any other mammal species on Earth. This is a result of human preference and selective breeding — but this wide range of sizes is foundationally possible because of a newly discovered genetic mutation. This mutation corresponds to small body size and it emerged in wolves before they were domesticated. </blockquote>
<br><b>Wolf in a Rocky landscape, circa 1650</b>
<br>Frans Snyders
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<br><b>Winter Wolf in the Snow</b>
<br>Felix Bracquemond
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<br><b>Two Wolves</b>
<br>Franz Marc
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<br><b>Saint Clare Rescuing a Child Mauled by a Wolf</b>
<br>Giovanni di Paolo
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<br><b>Little Red Riding Hood</b>
<br>Gustave Dore
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<br><b>Illustration in The fairy tales of Charles Perrault </b>
<br>Harry Clarke, 1889-1931, illustrator
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It’s definitely a form of therapy for the both of us, and aside from sometimes having artistic differences (and without trying to sound cheesy), we bring the best out in each other.
I think the reason we are both still in this business is because we can remind each other of how far we have come to get to this point.
<br>~Kat Eaton, speaking to Music Republic Magazine</i>
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<br>For Music Monday, <a href="https://www.kateaton.com/">Kat Eaton: </a>
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<br>~Agnes Varda</i>
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<br>Hi y'all! Happy Poetry Friday! I've been thinking about <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Worm_charming">charming worms</a> today, but I'm posting about losing control. Singer Teddy Swims has a "Lose Control" challenge, inviting people to write their own stanza and sing it. I love the ways that people ran with it! (Note: There is cursing! The video goes on for a long time, so just listen to a sample if you want!)
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<br><br>And now, let's talk about punctuation!
<br><br><b>The Case for Punctuation</b>
<br>by Murray Silverstein
<br><br>Periods are gods, semicolons angels, the commas
<br>their wings. It’s the words that are always wrong,
<br><br>sinful and broken, intoxicatingly other than what
<br>is meant. What does the wound remember?
<br><br> <i> this morning, low tide, the gulls...</i>
<br><br><br><i>read the rest <a href="https://www.thecourtshipofwinds.org/murray-silverstein">here</a></i>
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<br><br><i><a href="https://chickenspaghetti.typepad.com/chicken_spaghetti/">Chicken Spaghetti</a> has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Susan!</i>
<br><br>Tabathahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91636461349673530.post-39275066209453570142024-01-25T08:39:00.000-05:002024-01-25T08:39:02.205-05:00Misty morning
<i>The Osage have this lovely phrase: 'Travelers in the Mist.' It was the term for part of an Osage clan that would take the lead whenever the tribe was venturing into unfamiliar realms. And, in a way, we are all travelers in the mist.
<br>~David Grann
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<br><br>I had started another Art Thursday post for this week but when I went outside this morning with the dogs, our weather got me thinking about how hard mist and fog must be for artists to paint. Let's see how some folks handle it:
<br><br><b>Sawmill in the morning mist, 1886</b>
<br>Emil Jakob Schindler
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<br><b>La Seine à Rouen</b>
<br>Camille Pissarro
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<br><b>The Mist Curtain - Re 8 (16th Squadron) attacked over Lens, 1918 </b>
<br>Gilbert Solomon
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<br><b>A London Fog</b>
<br>drawn by Duncan
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<br>Waterloo-Brücke - 1903</b>
<br>Claude Monet -
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