Thursday, May 16, 2024


Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Matsuo Bashō

Thinking about shelter we carry with us...For Poetry Friday, a haiku by Bashō (1644–1694). He wrote it on the rim of his homemade traveling hat!

Under this world's long rains,
here passes
poetry's makeshift shelter.
The deadline for letting me know if you want to join the Summer Poem Swap is tomorrow (May 17th)!!

Addendum: is he poetry's shelter or is poetry his shelter? Or both?

Patricia J. Franz has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Patricia!

Come dancing

In the sixteenth century, when this was painted, dance was subject to a strict code and regarded by the authorities and church as a social evil. People could not swing their arms or legs or laugh too loud, as that would be considered a type of rudeness to many people. The painting therefore "expresses the peasants' liberation from the stricter limits of upper classes" by failing to adhere to the expected social standards of the times
~Wikipedia about The Wedding Dance

For Art Thursday, we have dancing.

The Wedding Dance (sometimes known as The Village Dance), 1566
by Pieter Bruegel the Elder

The Tightrope Dancer
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

Danseuse au café (Dancer in a Cafe), 1912
Jean Metzinger

Capri Girl on a Rooftop
John Singer Sargent

Monday, May 13, 2024

Reclaim your time

Give up the rush,
Give it some meaning
~Nia Smith

For Music Monday, Nia Smith with "Give Up The Fear":

Thursday, May 9, 2024

Make your soul grow

The "canary bird in the coal mine" theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.
~Kurt Vonnegut

Happy Poetry Friday! A bunch of Kurt Vonnegut's comments about the arts resonate with me. In the video at the bottom of this post, Ian McKellen is quoting Vonnegut (set to music by French Fuse).

Summer Poem Swap info! Do you want to send and receive a poem (or five) this summer? Sign up for the Summer Poem Swap! The number of swaps is up to you. You don't need to send anything but a poem, although some folks send additional stuff. You can send it via email or snail mail. If you would like to receive a poem but you don't think you have it in you to send a poem, contact me anyway. We have folks who are happy to send extras.

You are welcome to mail them early, e.g. if you know you will be gone during Swap #4, you can mail #4 at the same time that you mail #3. The deadline to sign up is May 17th, so send me your name, mailing address, email address, and anything else I should know by then. I will send out swap match-ups as soon as I have them ready.

1st swap: June 14-28
2nd swap: June 28-July 12
3rd swap: July 12-July 26
4th swap: July 26-August 9
5th swap: August 9-23


I went to see Hadestown last weekend so I've been kind of obsessed with listening to it again this week. It's a retelling of the Orpheus/Eurydice story. (Orpheus tries to bring Eurydice out of the Underworld but Hades has one caveat: Orpheus can't look back.)

I've been thinking about various aspects of the story this week, such as -- if Orpheus, talented as he is, can't provide for his love, who can make a living in the arts? He sings a beautiful song about how nature will give them the supplies for their wedding. Nature is great, but sometimes it's cold and you need assistance. Maybe it's because I'm worried about how little our culture cares for the arts that this point stuck out for me.

I'm going to share a song that seems like a poem for multiple voices. The irony, to me, is that Eurydice is in the Underworld because she was poor. What is the enemy?

(The person who wrote the music, Anaïs Mitchell, is playing guitar. *bows respectfully*)

More music because that's how I'm rolling today:


A Word Edgewise has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Linda!


I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.
~Virginia Woolf

Bookcases for Art Thursday! Revolving, sculptured, painted. Even one from back-in-the-day with all the books chained to the bookcase!

Danner's original revolving book-cases the best in the world for sale here

Library Walk New York City
photo by Lesekreis

Bookcases in the library of the University of Leiden
Engraving by Willem Swanenburgh; drawing by Jan van 't Woudt

by József Páhy (designer), László Karácsonyi, Valter Lengyel and Attila Grubánovits painters
photo by Jávori István


Sculpture by Wolfgang Häckel

Richard Wagner composing at his piano
Rudolf Eichstaedt

Monday, May 6, 2024

Connected to the unknown

I remember the first time I got recognized at an airport, I got so stressed that I had to hide in the plane's bathroom until it took off. But it's much easier now because I've got used to it. People are just people, and I remind myself of that.

For Music Monday, two people who are mononymous (go by a single name): Aurora and Iniko.

Norwegian artist Aurora's first album was called "All My Demons Greeting Me as a Friend" -- she is clearly a poet at heart! When I first laid eyes on her, she was being asked what kind of music was her favorite. She responded, "I like silence."

AURORA, Cure for Me:

Iniko, Jericho:

Thursday, May 2, 2024

Mirror other

Now there are so many people in the world that the system is repeating itself.
~Manel Esteller

Happy Poetry Friday!
Danusha Laméris

For $3.99, the website promises me the opportunity
to find my duplicate, my doppelgänger,
my double. Someone half-way around the world,
or right next door, who wears the same pointed eyebrows,
aquiline (according to the diagram) nose
on a brown and almost-oval face. “Everyone,” they say
“has seven look-alikes.” Each night in bed
I sip my cup of tea and try to forget
life’s many terrible subtractions—all the people
I’ve loved and can’t replace—while scrolling through photos
of people I don’t even know, searching for any trace

read the rest here (I love the ending)


Thank you to Jone who reminded me to let you know about the Summer Poem Swap!

Yes, it's happening! If you're interested, email me for details or wait until next Poetry Friday when I will include them in my post. (I need to figure out the dates.) :)


Buffy Silverman has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Buffy!