Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Hope you are well & kicking up your heels a bit!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
the tiny keys of my adorable red cheap netbook
suppress the Muse, I fear.
It's been a rough go around here since the end of April
but I still feel that Mystery dwelling & welling...
Please forgive my communications shortcomings
because if you do, then I can begin to get back to work
on this testimony--this time around paying more attention
to the Yang part.
My Big Mama desktop pc needs a new motherboard
they tell me...
Someone's coming to install it within the next few days.
My Little Mama's gone to live in the Nursing Home.
I'm usually swooping here & there trying to accomplish
errands & Life Support for 4.
But now, for a moment or two,
here I am on the little red racer,
playing around with the recent past.
Hope you are well.
Here's to better times!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Well, I'm back.
After arranging NOT to publish in Hindi--what??
& cropping the photo...
& briefly musing over my feckless month off
Had a real scare last night at 7:45
I had been performing a self-pedicure
& all the stuff all laid out over the hearth
& papers & sewing projects
& color pencils & watercolor painting messes
islands of untidied "creativity"
one of the H's clients called to announce
his ETA at about five minutes
Scrambling is something I only do for eggs these days
Reminded me of our one br apartment of long ago
where I would quickly stash all extraneous into the bathtub
& close the shower curtain
& be ready w/drinks, chips & dip within 5 minutes
How Time goes by.....
But the H called back to rearrange the meeting to his office
thank the Dear Lord for that.
But I have decided to once again get organized
Let God laugh
but I will do it
if only to be ready when Opportunity knocks
or calls from a cell phone
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Yesterday the word "trudge" turned out to be prophetic.
New avenues open up now,
like the green stripe in the commercial
Now I'm going commercial
going for the green
something just has to be done
& now's the only time to do it
So, like the Gulf Coast gondolier
who amazed me from afar
over the water
over the highway
over the grass & the sidewalk
& I have to say
�it feels pretty good
�to set the wheels in motion again
Thursday, April 2, 2009
So now They've canceled The Guiding Light
Not that I was watching it at all, in 30 years....
My Grannie was a fan of As The World Turns,
&, since I was with her most of my preschool days,
so was I...
I remember when Lisa was a dewy-eyed adolescent.
I was always struck by the gravity & aplomb
despite unrelenting tragedies
of the pale heroine Ellen....
(silent waters run deep)
But I watched ATWT only once or twice in 20 years
just to see who was still around
& how many gray hairs & wrinkles around the eyes
they had sustained.
The last soap opera I tuned in was an accidental glimpse
of a show I can't even remember the name of...
but it had twin dwarves, one evil & one well-meaning
(unless it was only the Evil One working a ruse),
& a whole lot of wallowing around in bed.
I was shocked, truly, & to the core.
No, I've been way too busy for a very long time
to get hooked on a daytime soap
& yet I am sorry to hear that the empathy quotient
on the part of the stay-at-home demographic
has waned so low due to personified love-lorn mops & brooms,
tooth-whitening, ab-melting products,
& relentless medicine ads
(ask your doctor about it),
& any number of other key factors I'm blissfully unaware of
(perhaps the former audience members are all on the Internet blogging),
has resulted in the demise of a melodrama born in 1937,
an ironic birthdate,
such a watershed
despite being a globally wretched year, indeed.
Other 1937 classics will abide, & so might The Guiding Light,
in another venue. I hope they don't fill the spot with more Punditry.
Or another haughty, snippy Judge from who-knows-where
stating the obvious to the stupid & never missing a cheap shot.
I hope I'm too busy with other things to even find out what replaces it.
Something in the human heart thrives on vicarious suffering.
So, I expect it will have something to do with Suffering.
What, I ask you, does not?
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
by Hart Crane
We make our meek adjustments,
Contented with such random consolations
As the wind deposits
In slithered and too ample pockets.
For we can still love the world, who find
A famished kitten on the step, and know
Recesses for it from the fury of the street,
Or warm torn elbow coverts.
We will sidestep, and to the final smirk
Dally the doom of that inevitable thumb
That slowly chafes its puckered index toward us,
Facing the dull squint with what innocence
And what surprise!
And yet these fine collapses are not lies
More than the pirouettes of any pliant cane;
Our obsequies are, in a way, no enterprise.
We can evade you, and all else but the heart:
What blame to us if the heart live on.
The game enforces smirks; but we have seen
The moon in lonely alleys make
A grail of laughter of an empty ash can,
And through all sound of gaiety and quest
Have heard a kitten in the wilderness.
From The Complete Poems and Selected Letters and Prose of Hart Crane by Hart Crane, edited with an introduction and notes by Brom Weber. Used with the permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation. Copyright © 1933, 1958, 1966 by Liveright Publishing Corporation.
Hart Crane was an American poet with a very great gift for seeing, and for the way language changes what is real. Sadly, the despair that is often reflected in his work eventually overcame his appreciation for life. However, his poetic legacy deserves great respect. You can read more about Hart Crane & savor some of his work on Poets.org, here:
To take the Multi-Bloglingual Poetry Tour hosted by my friend Jacqui Binford-Bell, go here:
Have a wonderful time!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Today THEY have predicted a warming trend...
Glad to hear it, very glad to hear it...
I've uncovered a forgotten cache of Fabriano paper
22 X 30
& my arm is aching to stroke wide arcs of color.
But, for now, the paper chase continues
& the street is covered with warm white snow
falling from Bradford pear trees
much maligned harbingers of every season
lollipops grown into great clouds
little purple hyacinths in their budding pride
all the worlds follow a circle
Sunday, February 15, 2009
But it seems like the Fates have been spinning the thread
too thin these days---hasn't snapped yet, thank goodness,
I'm reduced to snapping road cracks & stealing shots
off nature programming...
Getting more portraits of human beings, but I cannot show
the teen-aged Macbeths & Tamoras, Joans of Arc & Bruti,
or the baby girl festooned with beads & a rakish sailor hat.
I wrote a blog on Multiply for Valentine's Day:
& I've signed up for Facebook & Flixster
just at the time I need to be spending
more time outdoors!
It's just that Sunday seems always to bring out the blog
& the blarney in me. However, I am unwilling, evidently,
to do what it takes to parlay this blogorhythm into
a six-figure income:
So I'll consider this blog my occasional platform
my replicant here at Google
I can't say that it's worth anybody's time
But Time is only a concept humans need for organizational purposes,
memories can be embellished or erased or turned into a palmipsest
called what's happening now when I think of Then.
I'll always love this scene from BLADERUNNER.
Hope you enjoy it, too, & also your life each moment.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
My friend who's writing True Crime asked me to take over
I'm not saying that was a crime (am I?)
I lost my temper
the very point I'm working on conscientiously
Some people are simply impossible
Maybe I'm one of them
But I detest being lied to
& I especially detest being treated like an idiot
I only hope the student
whose teacher let her/him down
by not taking care of the necessary details
will be there, after all, will be the Dark Horse, The One
that stuns us all with a divine performance
I'm cautiously optimistic
although I know that people follow a pattern
& once unreasonable, twice unreasonable,
very likely to be tertiarially, undeniably, certifiably
Very likely all this will settle itself
& the Greater Good will be served
by the structure
This thing is not Open Mic
It has procedures designed to ensure equitable opportunity
because it is a brilliant opportunity
for the brilliant winner,
but these are very young people who depend upon grown-ups
to be grown-ups & own up to their responsibilities...
If it makes you feel better to blame me, go ahead.
Just do this & that & come on to the show.
Let's hope the show goes on with the unknown contestant
& becomes perfect.
I can see it both ways
& it's still a good thing.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Yesterday I wandered through someone else's garden,
which now belongs to mostly everyone who stops by
to say hello to the little old ladies who guard it.
It felt so good to be in a walled garden in the sun!
The camellias are wearing poorly, lots of nips in them
from the cold winds we've been having, even within a walled garden.
The Japanese magnolias' catkins are bursting.
They'll be blossoming & booming in just a minute or two...
I have been working much more than I usually do,
being of a naturally rather, ahhhh, ambling sort of nature,
who prizes lolling about & thinking of interesting subjects,
nothing too technical or measured, thanks,
but this last month has put my resources to the test...
Patience, for one, & getting past inertia into action,
I've had pressing issues concerning my mom,
& lots of them.
But all the while a voice kept saying
Get out your acrylics!
GET. OUT. YOUR. ACRYLICS.
So, when I finally did follow my own advice,
I found a very special ring & other keepsake jewelry
I had given up on over five years ago.
It drove me crazy for awhile back then,
looking everywhere & wondering
what had happened,
speculating on how they disappeared.
Finally, I had decided that someone
must have needed them more than I did,
& let the worries go away out into the Universe.
Now I know I hid them from myself, evidently,
& revealed them to myself years later,
at a time when this ol' girl
is much more seasoned with irony.
So I have decided the paint that harbored that treasure
must be lucky, & thus I am re-beginning a painting phase.
Now that I've announced it, so must it be.
Capturing light for myself
preserving it for everybody