Thursday, July 11, 2024

Dew dresses

From the Latin word for “patchwork garment,” a cento is a literary work collaged entirely from other authors’ verses or passages. In their earliest forms, centos were often composed as tribute, such as those by Byzantine empress Eudocia Augusta, which paid homage to Homer.
~Poetry Foundation


Happy Poetry Friday! How was your week?


An inspiring found poem today. Doesn't Elinor Ann Walker do a lovely job of stitching these lines together?

A Cento of Serene Length
by Elinor Ann Walker
title after Gertrude Stein

My body craves dresses, a single seam falling,
flowers swirling in a pattern,
a coral neck scarf. A hand (not mine)
restless under each buffeting layer,

so I alter the pattern to fit a phantom of me,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths.
I began to feather-stitch a ring around the moon.

I have spread my dreams under your feet,
folded my sorrows. I have. I have...


read the rest here

Sources: Kim Addonizio, Mary Jo Bang, Andrea Blancas Beltran, Victoria Chang, Toi Derricotte, Rachel Hadas, Hazel Hall (more than one line), Saeed Jones, Deborah Paredez, Linda Pastan, Angela Shaw, Anya Silver, Gertrude Stein, Wallace Stevens, May Swenson, Chase Twichell, William Butler Yeats (more than one line).

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Robyn Hood Black is hosting the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Robyn!

A herd

The shepherd always tries to persuade the sheep that their interests and his own are the same.
~Stendhal


For Art Thursday, sheep and their people (and a wolf):

Ave Maria crossing the Lake
by Giovanni Segantini

Illustration from Pictures from English Literature
by Thomas Cobb

Shepherd with herd by the water
by Heinrich von Zügel

The Right of Way
by Frederick Walker

Feeding time
by Luigi Chialiva

Shepherd boy with lamb
by Giovanni Segantini

Illustration from An Argosy of Fables
by Paul Bransom


Monday, July 8, 2024

Spinning 'round again

I’m spinning ‘round again
Oh the world inside my head
~Telenova


For Music Monday, Australian band Telenova with "Discothèque Inside My Head":



A bonus video by wise and helpful Rajiv Surendra:



Thursday, July 4, 2024

let there be mountains singing in all directions

I hate the summer.
~Anne Lamott



If I were to rank the seasons, summer would come in last, due to my being kakotheres ("unfitted to endure summer's heat"). This morning when I was walking the dogs, I tried to think of a word that combines "hot" and "angry" (since "hangry" is already taken). I'm open to suggestions, but in the meantime, here's a poem with a more upbeat take on summer from Manny Loley, who includes some Diné words in his work:

Let There Be
by Manny Loley
for Jaiden Peter Morgan

A good poem
is summer
       my nephew said
     mirage rising
from corn fields
midday
pollen on our tongues
each syllable
flecked with sunbeams
and names not said
shiye’ you should know
the voice isn’t ours alone
    but a dwelling space


read the rest here

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Gregory Orr:



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Bookseedstudio has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Jan!

Leonora Carrington

[Leonora] Carrington made history in 2005 when her painting Juggler (1954) sold at auction for $713,000, which was believed to be the highest price paid for a work by a living Surrealist artist. Throughout the second half of the 20th century and into the 21st, she was the subject of many exhibitions in Mexico and the United States—and after 1990 in England as well. When she died at age 94, Carrington was believed to be the last of the Surrealists.
~Noami Blumberg for Britannica


For Art Thursday, sculptures by surrealist Leonora Carrington. She is particularly known for her paintings (and stories) but I wanted to focus on these cool pieces:

Sculpture in Germany
by Leonora Carrington
photo by sebaso

Sculpture from the studio of Leonora Carrington
photo by Secretaría de Cultura Ciudad de México

Sculpture from the studio of Leonora Carrington
photo by Secretaría de Cultura Ciudad de México

Sculpture from the studio of Leonora Carrington
photo by Secretaría de Cultura Ciudad de México

Sculpture from the studio of Leonora Carrington
photo by Secretaría de Cultura Ciudad de México

Sculpture from the studio of Leonora Carrington
photo by Secretaría de Cultura Ciudad de México

P.S. There's a children's book about her!

P.S. My 4th of July song.

Monday, July 1, 2024

My darling, my love

Will you come with me or settled be?
~’Stór, A Stór, A Ghrá


For Music Monday, the Friel Sisters with a traditional Irish song:




Thursday, June 27, 2024

A friend of humanity

It doesn't matter how you live and die, it's how the bards wrote it down.
~Terry Pratchett



Ancient Irish poetic traditions are very interesting. (I wrote about them in 2016.) There was a whole elaborate system of poet apprenticeship, and "the training took place in schools under an Ollamh and was long and arduous. Poems were created in the dark while lying down. Traditional payment was in gold rings, horses, land or apparel." In the dark while lying down! Sounds like sleeping to me, haha. ("Ollaimh" in Scottish Gaelic means "professor." Perhaps professors are descendants of the highest bards?)

What was the point of bards? This quote "somewhat doubtfully attributed to Giolla Brighde Mac Con Midhe" explains one function: "Were it not for poetry, [we] would not know of a goodly hero after his death nor of his reputation nor his prowess."

Thinking about that reminded me of the tv series The Witcher. Have you seen it? Here we have a bard (Jaskier) trying to convince a hero (The Witcher) that Jaskier can help him out. The Witcher needs the bard to memorialize him so he can go down in history but, more immediately, Jaskier can persuade people to give The Witcher ale and money:



He wiped out your pest, got kicked in his chest
He's a friend of humanity, so give him the rest
That's my epic tale: our champion prevailed
Defeated the villain, now pour him some ale

If you want to be fancy about it:


All this to say, I'm glad in the modern era that we can all be bards and memorialize more than just the "heroes."

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

Weaving baskets

The sensation of making something with her hands from just a bunch of sticks and a knife was so empowering that “what started out as merely making a basket,” she explains, “became about making a life.”
~Deborah Needleman talking about Annemarie O'Sullivan


For Art Thursday, basket weaving. Delia Fian has an online class teaching how to weave invasive grasses! What a good idea.

American Indians : first families of the Southwest
John Frederick Huckel, Fred Harvey

The cries of London, circa 1830
John Thomas Smith

Not of the fold
by Frederick Morgan, circa 1881

Blind Basket-Makers, 1871
after Hubert von Herkomer

Frau beim flechten in Fatuc Laran, Lactos, Cova Lima, Osttimor
By David Palazón, Tatoli ba Kultura

For more baskets: Basketmakers' Association (UK) Instagram account

Monday, June 24, 2024

Parting

The return makes one love the farewell.
~Alfred de Musset



I couldn't decide what to post for Music Monday until I heard this cheerful, if pointed, request. It's a song from 1930 that's been performed by everyone from Doris Day to Ella Fitzgerald to the Original Rabbit Foot Spasm Band (?).

Marion and Sobo Band:




Thursday, June 20, 2024

William Blake, burning bright

The true method of knowledge is experiment.
~William Blake


Welcome to the Poetry Friday round-up! So glad to have you here!

A while back, I wrote an imaginary interview with Edna St. Vincent Millay, inspired by Renée M. LaTulippe's "interview" with W.B. Yeats. For today, I decided to do one with William Blake. Here we go!
QUICK FACTS ABOUT WILLIAM BLAKE
Dates: b. November 28, 1757; d. August 12, 1827
Trivia: He illustrated a book by Mary Wollstonecraft (Mary Shelley's mother)
To read his poetry: Poets.org
For more information: The Blake Society

Please welcome poet, painter, and printmaker William Blake!

Me: Thank you so much for joining us today, Mr. Blake.

B: Hear the voice of the Bard!

Me: That's the plan! Can you tell me where you're from, Mr. Blake?

B: I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow.

Me: Ah, yes, London! What made you decide to become a poet?

B: To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour

Me: That sounds wonderful. How has it been going for you?

B: I made a rural pen,
And I stain'd the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear

Me: Excellent.

B: Light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.

Me: Oh no! So it's not all happy songs.

B: Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine

Me: You said it.

B: The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

Me: Wow. I'm going to have to think about that for a minute.

B: In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

Me: Are you asking me questions? Who's asking questions here?

B: The Questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to Reply

Me: ...

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Addendum: The quotes by William Blake are from Introduction to the Songs of Experience, London, Auguries of Innocence, Introduction to the Songs of Innocence, Mad Song, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, and The Tyger.

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Decorative animals

As the nineteenth century was drawing to a close a luxurious new style was taking Europe by storm...It seemed like an antidote to the ugliness of the modern age.
~Stephen Smith on Art Nouveau


For Art Thursday, art professor Anton Seder (again). This time from his Das Thier in der decorativen Kunst (The Animal in Decorative Art), 1896.










Thomas Negovan used Kickstarter to raise money for a beautiful book version of Anton Seder's work. (Out this December, $69)

Monday, June 17, 2024

Not too far

Got stranded on a weird planet, might not be home tonight …

For Music Monday, L'Impératrice featuring Maggie Rogers with "Any Way":



Thursday, June 13, 2024

A summer dance

In 1975, [Hartnett] made the great and bold political statement that he was going to no longer write in English but that he was going to "court the language of his people" with the publication of A Farewell to English.
~Wikipedia


Happy Poetry Friday! In addition to a poem, I'm including a quote below that I find encouraging. I started a new hobby/form of exercise this week and it's lovely to hear I don't need to worry about being bad at it. :)


Another mentor poem! This end of this one by Irish poet Michael Hartnett (Mícheál Ó hAirtnéide) struck me as good inspiration, with all the "she was a ..."

from Death of an Irishwoman

...she clenched her brittle hands
around a world
she could not understand.
I loved her from the day she died.
She was a summer dance at the crossroads.
She was a card game where a nose was broken.
She was a song that nobody sings.
She was a house ransacked by soldiers.
She was a language seldom spoken.
She was a child’s purse, full of useless things.


read the whole poem here

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Dare to Care has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Denise!

Art illusions

I invite you not to be serious!
~Vika Bren


For Art Thursday, Vika Bren, who turns her body into remarkable paintings:





Monday, June 10, 2024

1:5

I burnt any yearning for the industry’s approval to the ground and that’s when it all started working.
~Chinchilla


For Music Monday, Chinchilla with a live version of "1:5." The fly costume is wow, and the lyrics are striking. How often do people sing about ratios, anyway? (Note: she does drop two f-bombs.)



Thursday, June 6, 2024

Full and open

How can you sing prayerfully of heaven and earth and all God's wonders without using your hands?
~Mahalia Jackson


Happy Poetry Friday! A poem from the Poetry Foundation today. I've been known to praise imperfection now and then, haha.


At Church, I Tell My Mom She’s Singing Off-Key and She Says,
by Michael Frazier

I ain’t off-key. I just stepped out the key
so when I return,
you can understand the key a little bit better.
The preacher isn’t the only
teacher. Why hit a note on the head
when I can kill it? You mean to tell me
you come here week after week
and want the same old Amazing
Grace? Just cause the Blood will never lose its power
don’t mean a melody won’t.
My ministry may not be song, but I got a song
to sing. I done made it from Sunday
to Sunday. You expect me not to celebrate
and thank God, with my hands raised,
my flats off, my full and open
throat?

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Michael Frazier has a Persona writing prompt that might interest you.

Tangles and Tails has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Tracey!

Free to make mistakes

Anything that engages your creative mind — the ability to make connections between unrelated things and imagine new ways to communicate — is good for you.
~Girija Kaimal


This Art Thursday, I'm celebrating creativity for everyone...

Links:
Here's how making art helps your brain

Research shows the arts promote mental health

Why being creative is good for you
Quotes from that article: Creativity, according to Maya Angelou, is a bottomless pit: "The more you use it, the more you have," said the novelist.
"Creativity will always provoke your fear," says [Elizabeth] Gilbert, who has come to terms with her own artistic anxiety by "talking to it in a friendly way… I acknowledge its importance and I invite it along". Equally, we should allow, or even embrace, our mistakes.

38 Amazing Ways to Be Creative (Even if You’re Not!)
P.S. I'm in New Hampshire celebrating a family member's 85th birthday, so I scheduled this early.

Monday, June 3, 2024

The prettiest tree

Gossett initially only intended to write and perform music for family gatherings around the holiday season, when he would share ideas with family members and create music together.
~Wikipedia



Dylan Gossett for Music Monday:



Thursday, May 30, 2024

Singing to myself

Your library is your portrait.
~Holbrook Jackson


First things first, did I cry with gratitude today when the verdict came in? Yes, I did. Am I celebrating right now? Yes, I am.



For Poetry Friday, a mentor poem: Eileen Cleary's "Self Portrait as Dog Breed Description."

Self Portrait as Dog Breed Description
by Eileen Cleary ​

Bred from Irish stock with others bled in.
Thin coat of sunlit hair
with red highlights, often redder
in summer. Scared of loud noises,
sensitive to house plants. Do not leave...

read the rest here (the fourth poem down)

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My response:

Self-portrait as a bird who meows

Appears unassuming at first glance
but has hidden color. Prefers flying
close to the ground to out in the open,
will sit happily in the middle of a
tangle or thicket and sing. Returns
to the same feeders, season after
season. Has been known to chirp, whistle,
warble, carry on at any time of day.
Sounds like more than one bird.

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Salt City Verse has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Janice!

Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida

You should not know what your picture is to look like until it is done. Just see the picture that is coming.
~Sorolla


For Art Thursday, Spanish painter Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida (1863-1923). When I was reading about the artist, I saw that he wore himself out painting his largest commission, which can be seen in New York City:
Sorolla met Archie Huntington in Paris and signed a contract to paint a series of oils on life in Spain. These 14 magnificent murals, installed to this day in the Hispanic Society of America building in Manhattan, range from 12 to 14 feet in height, and total 227 feet in length. The major commission of his career, it dominated the later years of Sorolla's life...

Despite the immensity of the canvases, Sorolla painted all but one en plein air [painted outdoors], and travelled to the specific locales to paint them...Each mural celebrated the landscape and culture of its region, panoramas composed of throngs of laborers and locals. By 1917 he was, by his own admission, exhausted. [Wikipedia]
Breakwater, San Sebastian
Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida

Bueyes arreando barcas, 1909
Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida

My Family, 1901
Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida

Blind Man of Toledo
Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida

Algarrobo
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida

La Catedral de Burgos
Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida

Monday, May 27, 2024

Fooled around

I didn't care how much they cried, no sir
Their tears left me cold as a stone
~Elvin Bishop



Music Monday! We've got Miranda Lambert and her talented friends Maren Morris, Elle King, Ashley McBryde, Tenille Townes and Caylee Hammack covering Elvin Bishop's "Fooled Around and Fell in Love." (His background singer Mickey Thomas sang the song...Thomas would later become the lead singer of Jefferson Starship with Grace Slick, but I digress.)



Bonus: If You Were Mine (Miranda Lambert featuring Leon Bridges)

Thursday, May 23, 2024

Window    door

It takes generosity to discover the whole through others. If you realize you are only a violin, you can open yourself up to the world by playing your role in the concert.
~Jacques Yves Cousteau



Dear Denise helped me remember that I have a word (OLW) for the year! I had to look up what it was! It's so easy to forget what happened in January by the time May rolls around, haha. My word is "Open," so I am turning back to that for Poetry Friday.


For Poetry Friday, a musical poem by Charles Ghigna from The Father Goose Treasury of Poetry. Thanks, Charles!


LET'S BUILD A POEM

Let's build a poem
   made of rhyme
   with words like ladders
   we can climb,
   with words that like
   to take their time,

   words that hammer,
   words that nail,
   words that saw,
   words that sail,
   words that whisper,
   words that wail,

   words that open
   window     door,
   words that sing,
   words that soar,
   words that leave us
   wanting more.

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More Art 4 All has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Michelle!

Robida

He let his imagination run wild and in the process more accurately predicted the technological and social developments of our contemporary world than any other forecaster of his time.
~Robert Hendrick about Albert Robida


For Art Thursday, illustrations by Albert Robida (1848-1926), who imagined Zoom dating, smart doorbells, and the Hyperloop.

"Maison tournante aérienne": One of the artist's conceptions for his book on life in the upcoming twentieth century
Robida, Albert, 1848-1926

Sortie de l'opéra en l'an 2000
Albert Robida

Poster for The Extraordinary Adventures of Saturnino Farandola
Albert Robida

Illustration pour "Mesdames nos aïeules"
Albert Robida

Recueil de nouvelles, illustrées par Albert Robida
Octave Uzanne - Bibliothèque nationale de France