Thursday, August 22, 2019

Talavera Pottery

Each day is a branch of the Tree of Life laden heavily with fruit. If we lie down lazily beneath it, we may starve; but if we shake the branches, some of the fruit will fall for us.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Talavera pottery from Mexico for Art Thursday:

Tree of Life depicting the history of mole and Talavera pottery of Puebla
by Alfonso Castillo Orta

Jar with intricate butterfies
Alfonso Castillo Orta
photo by Thelmadatter

Jars in the window of workshop "Taller Armando"
photo by Danielllerandi

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Small Kindnesses

Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness.
~George Sand

A poem from Healing the Divide: Poems of Kindness and Connection, edited by James Crews. Hat tip to Jeanne for the introduction to this poem!

Small Kindnesses
by Danusha Laméris

I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”

Monday, August 19, 2019

Snakes and Silence

I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation.
~Criss Jami

These videos look similar at first (two guys' backs), but in one, the only thing that moves is drops of water and in the other, he removes his (outer layer of) skin. It's my favorite part of that video, tbh.

Harry Styles
Evan Konrad

Thursday, August 15, 2019


At night I dream that you and I are two plants
that grew together, roots entwined,
and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth,
since we are made of earth and rain.
~Pablo Neruda

In honor of Christie's tree Poetry Friday round-up, here are three tree poems...

To the Fig Tree on 9th and Christian
by Ross Gay

Tumbling through the
city in my
mind without once
looking up
the racket in
the lugwork probably
rehearsing some
stupid thing I
said or did
some crime or
other the city they
say is a lonely
place until yes
the sound of sweeping
and a woman
yes with a
broom beneath
which you are now
too the canopy
of a fig its
arms pulling the
September sun to it...

read the rest here


Schrödinger's Tree
by Madeline Sebastian Burtenshaw

If it were dead,
you'd burn it.
Scatter ash to the winds, to the sea,
silent life buried in a shroud of earth.

If it lived, you'd take
the harvest in a black bowl:
first fruits, sweet and sustaining,
blood and honey for juice...

read the rest here


by Marlena Chertock

not thin, healthy twig.
My branches creak and groan
under gravity’s weight.
My bark is full of termites
eating away my pith-cartilage.

I can’t stand a full day
in the forest like the other trees,
so straight, so tall.
A few minutes in the forest
and the fire ants start
chewing my bark...

read the rest here


Thanks, Christy, for hosting the Poetry Friday round-up today!

Travel Posters

Designing posters, for me, is not only a commercial pursuit but also a philosophical endeavor.
~Fang Chen

Elena and I are watching The Durrells in Corfu (nearly done with the third season), so I thought it would be nice to share images of Corfu, but I got side-tracked by these vibrant travel posters. I think they are all from the 1920s and 30s. I don't know the artists for the others, but the last two are by Vittorio Grassi (1878–1958).

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Matrix of Options

Every problem has in it the seeds of its own solution. If you don't have any problems, you don't get any seeds.
~Norman Vincent Peale

Today's Wellness Wednesday post was inspired by my son. This morning, Dash was celebrating that he figured out something regarding his college scholarship and his class schedule. He had been working out how to have a full-time job, take the right classes to graduate, and take enough classes not to lose his scholarship.

When I wondered how long he'd been trying to solve this problem, he said that he hadn't thought of it as a problem but as a "matrix of options." Spoken like a kid who is planning on working full-time (because he wants to, not out of necessity) while he goes to school! I just like the phrase, so here we are:

Monday, August 12, 2019

Kina Grannis

If I try to write a song, I will completely fail to write a song. But if I'm just holding my guitar and I just start humming, then I'll have a song in an hour.
~Kina Grannis

Hi folks! Hope you're well. We had a good time in New Hampshire. For Music Monday, Kina Grannis:

Monday, July 29, 2019


The breaks you take from work pay you back manifold when you return because you come back with a fresher mind and newer thinking. Some of your best ideas come when you're on vacation.
~Gautam Singhania

Hi folks! I'm taking a blog break until August 12th or so. Hope all is well with you during that time!

Bonus photo of Lucy licking her nose
by Vivien


“That’s the concept of superposition,” Jean said. “Being in more than one place, or more than one state, at the same time.”
~David Walton

Young the Giant for Music Monday:

Thursday, July 25, 2019

Conversations with Dolly

Find out who you are and do it on purpose.
~Dolly Parton

I didn't know what I would be posting today, and then for some reason I wondered whether there were any poems about Dolly Parton. (I think Dolly is great. Her book program for kids is the bomb.)

Dolly Parton with Carol Burnett, 1980

I was very happy to find this gem from Still:

Conversations with Dolly Parton at 3 a.m.
by Makayla Gay

   she says, her voice like the
   opening strum on an autoharp,
Once you let anyone steal your sunshine
You are your own rainy day.

   She holds my head like Madonna
   and kisses my bangs.
   She reminds me how she birthed entire
   patch-worked mountains from her hips.
   She’s Gaia,
      spangled in rhinestones, hairspray
      and long, almond nails.
   She gets called trash
   but trills like you wouldn’t believe.
   Our holy mother,
     of looking like a trick and
     letting all sorts of sinners seek
     shelter somewhere.
You got mountains inside you,

read the rest here


Reflections on the Teche has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Margaret!

Fore-Edge Paintings

Nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
~M.H. Boroson

Paintings on the edge today. The fore-edge of books, that is.

The heavens: an illustrated handbook of popular astronomy, 1867
With fore-edge painting (fanned to the right) of Cambridge, Massachusetts observatory as viewed from across the Charles River

The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley
With fore-edge painting (fanned to the right) of St. Peter’s Basilica and Castel Sant’Angelo in Rome

Boston Library collection of fore-edge paintings
Edges of Books by Steven K. Galbraith

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

What's next?

The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.
~Dean Acheson

Monday, July 22, 2019


As a music lover, I always adore when artists write about what's currently happening in their life. I find that the most interesting to listen to, just because I am extremely nosy.
~Bishop Briggs

For Music Monday, Bishop Briggs's Champion.

Thursday, July 18, 2019

Missive from a Working Motorcycle, 1917

A woman who rides a motorcycle is in tune with the universe, a candidate for high adventure.
~Celestine Sibley

When I was thinking about what to write for Donna for the Summer Poem Swap, I knew I'd write something that rhymed, and I wanted to write about motorcycles since she is a dedicated rider. I don't know anything about motorcycles, though, so I looked into them and discovered that Doug Domokos (aka The Wheelie King) had a record for doing a wheelie for 145 miles. Which is mindblowing, but didn't turn itself into a poem (wouldn't that be a fun concrete poem?!).

I kept going and read about despatch riders, motorcyclists who volunteered in World War I to bring messages from the military units to headquarters (and vice versa). That caught my attention and the next thing I knew, I was talking about pigeons:

Missive from a Working Motorcycle, 1917
by Tabatha Yeatts
for Donna

My wheels in mud don't trouble me,
Nor driving dark so no one sees,
Nor endless work, nor blood and dirt–
I say with all due modesty,
My motto is semper gutsy.

Ferrying wounded I prefer,
Or bringing leaders vital word
Or munitions for special missions...
Instead I have this task absurd–
My side is loaded down with birds.

My poor seat is feather-adorned,
Coos wake me in the early morn,
The scat I wear– too much to bear–
Still the communiqués they carry
Make me a noble aviary.

The Royal Engineers Signals Service on the Western Front, 1914-1918
photo by David McLellan

More pigeon photos from World War One, just because they were such amazing creatures:

Pigeon at the front

A message-carrying pigeon being released from a port-hole in the side of a British tank, near Albert, France.
photo by David McLellan

The Royal Navy on the Home Front, 1914-1918
Pilot releasing a homing pigeon from a British seaplane
photo by Royal Navy official photographer


The most famous homing pigeon from World War I was Cher Ami, who saved nearly two hundred lives despite being severely injured.

Carol's Corner has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Carol!

Lighthouses at Night

The scars you share become lighthouses for people who are headed to the same rocks you hit.
~Jon Acuff

Lighthouses are cool to look at during the day, but at night they really shine. (Ha!)

Dongquan Lighthouse
photo by Wcfan49

La Hague Lighthouse at night
photo by Luk

Baishajia Lighthouse
photo by Wcfan49

Cape Recife Lighthouse
photo by Suzi-k

Stars Over La Palma
photo by Evgeni Tcherkasski

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

A Wellness Retrospective

When you discover something that nourishes your soul and brings joy, care enough to make room for it in your life.
~Jean Shinoda Bolen

Seneca Creek State Park

I've been observing Wellness Wednesday for over two and a half years now, so there are quite a few posts. Elena helped me put them into sections for your browsing pleasure:

Chronic Illness
The body's bank account
Invisible illnesses
Notes from the book Introducing Disability Studies
Scent Sensitivity
Spoon Theory
Traveling while chronically ill

Comfort foods
Gluten-free tea party
How to cook
Low histamine tea
Making stocks and broths
Notes about Extra Helping: Recipes for Caring, Connecting, and Building Community

Big Dreams, Small Spaces
Gardening on a budget, tips for beginners
Getting your hands dirty

Helping Others
Doing random acts of kindness
Gifts for people in the hospital
I am in your boat (reaching out to people who are struggling)
Start With Hello Week
Suicide prevention

Helping Your Body
Being your own health advocate
Cold and flu season
Digestive systems
Emergency self-care kits
Getting the right diagnosis
Keeping hydrated
Making a tummy tamer glycerite and digestive pastilles

Activities for celebrating
Bad advice
Funny stuff
The God of Cake (funny cartoon story)
Having fun/being silly
Nut up or Shut up
Take-one posters

Making Things & The Arts
The Crafs Man
Cycles of creativity
Engaging with art
Gifts you can make
Keeping a quote journal
Make Good Art (Neil Gaiman)
Making things
Making Vision Boards

Poems, Quotes, & Books
Book doctors and poetry pharmacists
Charles and Emma: The Darwins' Leap of Faith (book)
Krista Tippett and Rumi
Lin-Manuel Miranda's pep talks
Mr. Rogers
Naomi Shihab Nye on taking a fresh look at your life
The philosophical notebooks of poet Anna Kamieńska
Poems about being productive
Poem by Mary Oliver
Quote from Joyce Sidman about doing scary things
Quotes from Naomi Shihab Nye (about poetry)
Tammi Sweet on setting your intentions for the Winter Solstice

Empathetic Joy
Healthy relationships
Love languages
Relationship Advice

Relaxing Your Body
A poem, art therapy, Zen garden, and yoga
Background sounds
Body scan guided meditations
Calming down after a bad dream
Mindful breathing
Tensing and relaxing your muscles
Walking a labyrinth

Thinking Patterns
Accepting things we can't avoid
Character development
Comparing yourself to others
Conversations we have with ourselves
Create the things you wished existed
Getting re-energized
Gut instincts and intuition
How to practice emotional first aid
Joy of Missing Out
Personal mottos
The 1-10 Scale (not sweating the small stuff)
Write yourself a love letter

Time Management
Making to-do lists
Pomodoros and a 5-minute break
Ways we spend our time

Monday, July 15, 2019

Not my taste

For years, I stored my sweaters in the oven.
~Lesley Visser

One of the folks from The Sweater Set looks so much like my cousin that I did a double-take. I enjoyed the unexpected lyrics:

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Getting Good

There is no glory in practice, but without practice there is no glory.

A poem today about what it takes to get good at something, the effort behind making things look effortless.

photo by Derek van Vliet

Decorating a Cake While Listening to Tennis
by Peg Duthie

The commentator's rabbiting on and on
about how it's so easy for Roger, resentment
thick as butter still in a box. Yet word
from those who've done their homework
is how the man loves to train—how much
he relishes putting in the hours
just as magicians shuffle card after card,

read the rest here


That poem made me think of Ira Glass and the Gap. It's probably time to post it again!

Ira Glass on Storytelling from David Shiyang Liu on Vimeo.

Jone at Deowriter has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Jone!


Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen to see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.
~Emily Dickinson

I've posted microscopic art before. Microscopes themselves can be very cool characters:

Microscope with ivory handle, 1680s
photo by Rama

Lucernal microscope

Microscope de bronze ciselé de François Laurent Villette Propriété du Musée des Hospices civils de Lyon, 1765
Aurélie Troccon et Manon Mauguin

Oppelt bronze microscope Germany, 1780
© Jorge Royan

A stand microscope created by Joseph Gutteridge, a weaver from Coventry
Herbert Art Gallery and Museum

Two microscopes, Dublin
photo by Haydn W Hammerton

One last quote by James Thurber:
"We'll try it," the professor said to me, grimly, ' with every adjustment of the microscope known to man. As God is my witness, I'll arrange this glass so that you see cells through it or I'll give up teaching. In twenty-two years of botany, I -' He cut off abruptly for he was beginning to quiver all over, like Lionel Barrymore, and he genuinely wished to hold onto his temper; his scenes with me had taken a great deal out of him.

So we tried it with every adjustment of the microscope known to man. With only one of them did I see anything but blackness or the familiar lacteal opacity, and that time I saw, to my pleasure and amazement, a variegated constellation of flecks, specks, and dots. These I hastily drew. The instructor, noting my activity, came back from an adjoining desk, a smile on his lips and his eyebrows high in hope. He looked at my cell drawing. "What's that?" he demanded, with a hint of a squeal in his voice. "That's what I saw, " I said. "You didn't, you didn't, you didn't!," he screamed, losing control of his temper instantly, and he bent over and squinted into the microscope. His head snapped up. "That's your eye!" he shouted. "You've fixed the lens so that it reflects! You've drawn your eye!"

Monday, July 8, 2019

Exchange the Experience

The great thing about art on any level is that it can speak to all people if it’s achieved properly.
~Kate Bush

Meg Myers covering Kate Bush's Running Up That Hill:

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Yours to keep

America is a living idea... Every day, we make America.
~Charles M. Blow

I am not a poet who writes about current events, by and large, but there are lots who do.

photo by Holly Victoria Norval

Two Years In
by Christine Potter

I could not have imagined this any more
than you could remember how the trees

looked naked of leaves back when it was
still summer and they were crowned in

great dollops of green. Nor could I have
predicted which one would snap four feet

read the rest here


by Cambra Koczkur

My first-grader pours his own cereal.
He stands on a stool so his elbows
have room to bend, but still needs help
from mom if the milk bottle’s full.

My girl, five, wiggles as I weave quatrains of
gold on yellow ribbon through her hair and
speak our rhyming poems into the mirror.
“You carry my love with you,” we say.

read the rest here


Another from Rattle (you'll understand why I can't post an excerpt of this):
Free Shipping by Abby Murray


A poem by Brandon Amico: Gun that folds up into a teddy bear.


The Miss Rumphius Effect has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Tricia!

Arthur Streeton

During the First World War, Streeton served as a hospital orderly in London, and then as an official war artist with the Australian army. He was awarded a knighthood in 1937 for services to art.
~The National Gallery, London

Australian impressionist Arthur Streeton (1867–1943) today.

Sirius Cove (1895)

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Hospital Gifts

The excellence of a gift lies in its appropriateness rather than in its value.
~Charles Dudley Warner

Today's post came about because I had been wondering what to give someone who spends a lot of time in the hospital. In April of this year, while my daughter was having one health crisis after another, an online friend of hers provided precious support and comfort. This young woman has a July birthday, so I was trying to think of a helpful gift. When people are limited as to what they can eat and what scents they can come in contact with, it's easy to give a present that they can't use. I do believe that it's the thought that counts, but it is nice when the person can enjoy the gift, too!

Do Say Give has a list of What to bring someone in the hospital which made me think about embroidering pillowcases and the rest of the list came from additional brainstorming:


Instructables on Embroidering Pillowcases
Molly and Mama on Embroidering a pillowcase with an iron-on transfer
Gluestick Blog on Making a fleece pillowcase

Make slippers or socks:

WikiHow on Turning your jeans into slippers
Shiny Happy World with a Free Sock Knitting pattern

Sleep Masks:

Cool Crafts has a list of 30 Ways to make homemade sleep masks

A cup cozy:

Diana Rambles explains Turning a sock into a cup cozy

Something to put odds and ends in:

A video about Making a Denim Bucket with old jeans

Do you have gift suggestions?

Monday, July 1, 2019

Carry Each Other

We dream that we're all different.
~Anthony Hincks

I ❤ Mary J. Blige:

Thursday, June 27, 2019

The heart is...

There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
~Victor Hugo

Arrhythmia by Hailey Leithauser today. Maybe it could be a mentor poem, using "The brain of a ________ is" or "The hands/feet of a _______ are" as a starting point.

Swan by Dominik

by Hailey Leithauser

The heart of a bear is a cloud-shuttered
mountain. The heart of a mountain’s a kiln.
The white heart of a moth has nineteen white
chambers. The heart of a swan is a swan.

The heart of a wasp is a prick of plush.
The heart of a skunk is a mink. The heart
of an owl is part blood and part chalice.

read the rest here


My website has been updated!

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

The Flight Portfolio

[Marc] Chagall was among those ferreted to safety, though not without some hesitation. As Fry wrote in his memoir, Surrender on Demand, the painter of bucolic scenes nervously asked if there were cows in America. He was visibly relieved to hear that there were.
~The IRC

A print from the Flight Portfolio today.
[The Flight Portfolio] was created in the late 1960s to early 1970s at the behest of Varian Fry to raise awareness and funds for the IRC [International Rescue Committee]. Fry was a New York journalist who was sent to Marseilles [in 1940] with the Emergency Rescue Committee (later renamed the International Rescue Committee).

Often called the “American Schindler,” Fry conducted a covert rescue of more than 1,500 of Europe’s cultural leaders, many of who were on the Nazis' list of most wanted, such as Hannah Arendt, André Breton, Marc Chagall, Marcel Duchamp, Max Ernst, Jacques Lipchitz, Heinrich Mann, Alma Mahler, Gropius Werfel, and Nobel laureate Otto Meyerhoff.

Today, more than 40 years after the portfolio was produced, it is still raising funds and awareness, and celebrating the vital work of the IRC.
by Eugene Berman

The International Rescue Committee

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Scent Sensitivity

Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.
~Patrick Süskind

How the average person reacts to being asked not to wear scents can depend on the situation. If it's someone you don't like at your work doing the asking, or someone you don't know, or a theoretical someone, and you have to stop using products that you like and make you happy, you might grumble about it. If it is someone you love who is miserable because of, let's say, your freshly washed hair, you're horrified that you caused a problem. (Unfortunately, I speak from experience!)

My daughter Ariana has mast cell disease and fragrance is a big histamine trigger for her. We have been at urgent care to get IV fluids and at hospitals after Ariana had anaphylaxis and nurses there have worn so much perfume that it started causing a problem when we were already having a problem. (Medical personnel wearing scents?!? What what?)

In Canada, they promote patient safety with scent sensitivity policies in hospitals etc., so hats off to our northern neighbors. They extend the guidelines to include patients themselves and their visitors, which hadn't occurred to me. Of course if you have a scent sensitivity, you wouldn't want to deal with your roommate's family wearing strong cologne. Being thoughtful is hard sometimes, so many things to think about.

The website Fragrance Sensitivity Awareness says: "Fragrance overuse at work and school is an indoor air quality issue. It can have medical effects similar to second-hand smoke." They have a good list of fragrance-free product alternatives and recipes.

More tips:
Tips on Packing for a Low Scent/Scent-Free Conference
Addressing scent sensitivity in yoga class
Bustle's fragrance-sensitive hair product recommendations

For people who have a scent sensitivity:
Dealing with a scent sensitivity on business travel

Something that anyone can do (from Fragrance Sensitivity Awareness):
Request a fragrance sensitivity notice for press releases, posters, notices and emails: "Please be aware that fragranced products can trigger allergies, asthma and migraines in others attending the program." Request that groups and workplaces add this phrasing to publicity for gatherings.
Fragrance Sensitivity poster

Monday, June 24, 2019

O simple thing

Love is a friendship set to music.
~Joseph Campbell

Two pretty videos for Music Monday. Drax Project:

Reneé Dominique:

Thursday, June 20, 2019

Gliding into another day

Although written many years ago, Lady Chatterley's Lover has just been reissued by Grove Press, and this fictional account of the day-by-day life of an English gamekeeper is still of considerable interest to outdoor-minded readers, as it contains many passages on pheasant-raising, the apprehending of poachers, ways to control vermin, and other chores and duties of the professional gamekeeper. Unfortunately, one is obliged to wade through many pages of extraneous material in order to discover and savour these sidelights on the management of a Midland shooting estate, and in this reviewer's opinion this book cannot take the place of J. R. Miller's Practical Gamekeeping.
~Ed Zern

Matthew, my resident food photographer and the recipient of my Tummy Tamer glycerite, has read over a dozen books since the end of spring semester. (He's in a graduate program, which expects at least 40 hours of study a week.) The only ones that he's grumbled about are by D.H. Lawrence. Lawrence's prose might sometimes be a slog, but his poetry is much more manageable. Colorful imagist poems by D.H. Lawrence:

photo by Trisha Shears

excerpt from Butterfly
by D.H. Lawrence

Will you go, will you go from my warm house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings, black-dotted,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the arch-crest
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck!


excerpt from Grey Evening
by D.H. Lawrence

Dim lamps like yellow poppies glimmer among
The shadowy stubble of the under-dusk,
As farther off the scythe of night is swung,
And little stars come rolling from their husk.


by D.H. Lawrence

The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone,
For the first time, now for the first time seen.


excerpt from Blue
by D.H. Lawrence

The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over
The edge of the blue, and the sun stands up to see us glide
Slowly into another day; slowly the rover
Vessel of darkness takes the rising tide.

I, on the deck, am startled by this dawn confronting
Me who am issued amazed from the darkness, stripped
And quailing here in the sunshine, delivered from haunting
The night unsounded whereon our days are shipped.


Nothing to Save
by D.H. Lawrence

There is nothing to save, now all is lost,
but a tiny core of stillness in the heart
like the eye of a violet.


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

Beauchamp-Feuillet notation

Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.
-Shah Asad Rizvi

For Art Thursday, something you might not have seen before...choreography notation! From Public Domain Review:
[These images are from] Choregraphie, a book first published in 1700 which details a dance notation system invented in the 1680s at the court of Louis XIV. Its author, Raoul-Auger Feuillet, was maître de danse of the French King. In 1704 another maître de danse, Pierre Beauchamp, filed a formal complaint, arguing that Feuillet had taken credit for what was in fact Beauchamp’s invention. The system, which survived in modified forms into the 1780s, is now known as Beauchamp-Feuillet notation. It indicates the placement of the feet and six basic leg movements: plié, releveé, sauté, cabriole, tombé, and glissé.

Images from Choregraphie by Raoul-Auger Feuillet: