I try to decorate my imagination as much as I can.
~Franz Schubert
How did Grant Woolard combine 57 musical compositions into one pretty song? Amazing! (You can see a list of all 57 pieces and where to buy the sheet music here.)
Monday, September 24, 2018
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Cope is helping me cope
It's funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools - friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty - and said 'do the best you can with these, they will have to do'. And mostly, against all odds, they do.
~Anne Lamott
Tabatha, you ask, when will you stop being angry at corrupt politicians? Verily, I say -- never! This week I was so spitting mad about Brett Kavanaugh that sometimes I woke up mad in the middle of the night. Dang it. Two poems:
Differences of Opinion
by Wendy Cope
1.
HE TELLS HER
He tells her that the earth is flat —
He knows the facts, and that is that.
In altercations fierce and long
She tries her best to prove him wrong.
But he has learned to argue well.
He calls her arguments unsound
And often asks her not to yell.
She cannot win. He stands his ground.
The planet goes on being round.
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When I Rise Up
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
When I rise up above the earth,
And look down on the things that fetter me,
I beat my wings upon the air,
Or tranquil lie,
Surge after surge of potent strength
Like incense comes to me
When I rise up above the earth
And look down upon the things that fetter me.
Black tern by USFWS Mountain-Prairie
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The Water's Edge has the Poetry Friday round-up today. Thanks, Erin!
~Anne Lamott
Tabatha, you ask, when will you stop being angry at corrupt politicians? Verily, I say -- never! This week I was so spitting mad about Brett Kavanaugh that sometimes I woke up mad in the middle of the night. Dang it. Two poems:
Differences of Opinion
by Wendy Cope
1.
HE TELLS HER
He tells her that the earth is flat —
He knows the facts, and that is that.
In altercations fierce and long
She tries her best to prove him wrong.
But he has learned to argue well.
He calls her arguments unsound
And often asks her not to yell.
She cannot win. He stands his ground.
The planet goes on being round.
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When I Rise Up
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
When I rise up above the earth,
And look down on the things that fetter me,
I beat my wings upon the air,
Or tranquil lie,
Surge after surge of potent strength
Like incense comes to me
When I rise up above the earth
And look down upon the things that fetter me.
Black tern by USFWS Mountain-Prairie
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The Water's Edge has the Poetry Friday round-up today. Thanks, Erin!
Marianne von Werefkin
I adore my life: it is filled with so much true poetry, fine feelings, things many have no idea about. I despise my life, which, being rich, allowed itself to be crammed into the confines of conventions. Between these two opinions pulsates my soul always longing for beauty and good.
~Marianne von Werefkin
Today's artist was born Marianna Wladimirowna Werewkina on September 10, 1860 in what is currently Lithuania. In 1892, Marianne met someone who wanted to be her protégé and she ended up putting her own work on hold for nearly ten years to help him. When she got back into it, she created these vibrant works:
The Red Tree
by Marianne von Werefkin
The Ragpicker
by Marianne von Werefkin
After the Storm
by Marianne von Werefkin
The Way of the Cross II
by Marianne von Werefkin
The Beer Garden
by Marianne von Werefkin
The Night Shift
by Marianne von Werefkin
One last quote from Marianne, talking about looking at a painting in Berlin:
...Every day my soul sang in response to it stronger and stronger. I was very sick then, and that genius alone reconciled me to my life when there was so much suffering in it. Looking at his creation, at these lines, at these half-tones (remember that shadowed jaw against the background or the column against the dress), at all this charm of the art, at this grand style, I started to want to live again, to see it again and again, to live on by painting and perhaps by painting alone.
~Marianne von Werefkin
Today's artist was born Marianna Wladimirowna Werewkina on September 10, 1860 in what is currently Lithuania. In 1892, Marianne met someone who wanted to be her protégé and she ended up putting her own work on hold for nearly ten years to help him. When she got back into it, she created these vibrant works:
The Red Tree
by Marianne von Werefkin
The Ragpicker
by Marianne von Werefkin
After the Storm
by Marianne von Werefkin
The Way of the Cross II
by Marianne von Werefkin
The Beer Garden
by Marianne von Werefkin
The Night Shift
by Marianne von Werefkin
One last quote from Marianne, talking about looking at a painting in Berlin:
...Every day my soul sang in response to it stronger and stronger. I was very sick then, and that genius alone reconciled me to my life when there was so much suffering in it. Looking at his creation, at these lines, at these half-tones (remember that shadowed jaw against the background or the column against the dress), at all this charm of the art, at this grand style, I started to want to live again, to see it again and again, to live on by painting and perhaps by painting alone.
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Trajectory Altering
What a way to spend a life: looking for patterns of love and loneliness. Stepping in, every single day, and altering the trajectory of our world.
~Glennon Doyle
Could you use hearing a nice story? Here's one about a teacher who is devoted to helping her students, unobtrusively.
Education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from one generation to another.
~G.K. Chesterton
(Guess we should pay teachers appropriately, eh?)
~Glennon Doyle
Could you use hearing a nice story? Here's one about a teacher who is devoted to helping her students, unobtrusively.
Education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from one generation to another.
~G.K. Chesterton
(Guess we should pay teachers appropriately, eh?)
Monday, September 17, 2018
Ukrainian Cello
The Unicorn Sonata ... tells us that our true home is often right around the corner, if we'd only open our eyes — and our ears — to find it.
~Peter S. Beagle
A lovely sonata from Ukrainian Cello for Music Monday:
~Peter S. Beagle
A lovely sonata from Ukrainian Cello for Music Monday:
Thursday, September 13, 2018
Revived
Hey, Suit Lady. I kind of feel bad calling you "Suit Lady," you know? I think I should probably give you a name...What about Karen?
~Spider-Man
Two Karens today! First, sharing poems Karen Edmisten sent me during the Summer Poem Swap. Thanks, Karen!
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One last poem from another Karen:
A Word Like Rat
by Karen Harryman
My Aunt Sandra—a large woman,
a holy woman, maybe you can see her—
quilted housecoat, just-washed auburn hair
past her waist when she tips her head, heavy
to the side, and pulls wet strands over one shoulder,
both hands working to brush and smooth.
read the rest here
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The Poem Farm has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Amy!
~Spider-Man
Two Karens today! First, sharing poems Karen Edmisten sent me during the Summer Poem Swap. Thanks, Karen!
We have never met
yet our hearts know each other.
Poetry Friday.
photo by Antti T. Nissinen
Friends, like good coffee,
revive me when the world has
worn me down again.
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One last poem from another Karen:
A Word Like Rat
by Karen Harryman
My Aunt Sandra—a large woman,
a holy woman, maybe you can see her—
quilted housecoat, just-washed auburn hair
past her waist when she tips her head, heavy
to the side, and pulls wet strands over one shoulder,
both hands working to brush and smooth.
read the rest here
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The Poem Farm has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Amy!
Katagami
I received from my experience in Japan an incredible sense of respect for the art of creating, not just the creative product.
~Julie Taymor
Japanese stencils (Katagami) today, used for dyeing fabric. You can see how they do it here:
Metropolitan Museum of Art
19th century
~Julie Taymor
Japanese stencils (Katagami) today, used for dyeing fabric. You can see how they do it here:
Metropolitan Museum of Art
19th century
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