I was cleaning out my art room and found a bowl of little paintings that I never made into greeting cards. I think they look kind of cool all together, collage-like a la Kerfe!
The endangered gray bat lives in caves in the southeastern United States. The commercialization of caves has led to human disturbance during crucial times for the bats, such as hibernation or when rearing young. In addition, flooding, both natural and due to reservoir building, has reduced the number of caves available. The use of pesticides and other poisons also has reduced the population.
The only mammal capable of true flight, bats are an important part of their environments. They provide pollination for night-blooming plants, seed dispersal, and insect control, especially of mosquito populations.
I used to do a lot of tissue paper on glass. Somehow this one has survived for many years. It’s a long piece of glass, about 4′, and I could only photograph a close up. I don’t know how old it is, at least thirty years or more. Very fun and cheerful piece.
Sunday I attended a tour of Trinity Cemetery sponsored by the Municipal Art Society of New York. I often walk by the church and grounds, and I’ve always wanted to go inside and wander around.
The tour was led by Eric K. Washington, a local historian and writer. He knows how to tell a good story that includes both gossip and historical fact. He even has illustrations to show on his iPad. We wandered through the grounds for several hours, stopping a number of times to listen to Eric talk about particular people and graves.
The Uptown Trinity Church Cemetery is the only active cemetery in Manhattan. Ed Koch is buried here, as well as dancer Geoffrey Holder, whom I spoke about in my post on October 14. (http://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/2014/10/14/dancing-is-the-poetry-of-the-foot/)
Other notable residents include artist John James Audubon, poet Clement Moore, author Ralph Ellison, circus performer Richard Sands, Eliza Jumel, Dr. David Hosack, Sisters Mercedes de Acosta and Rita de Acosta Lydig, and John Jacob and many other Astors, including Buddy Astor the family dog. All worth a google!
It was a beautiful fall day, and the grounds are fertile for photography. Stories, both obvious and hidden, lie in wait everywhere.
As the cemetery is located on one of the highest points in Manhattan, there is a nice view of the Hudson River, New Jersey, and the George Washington Bridge.
I was fighting with my husband over everything last night: his mess in the house, our dependent daughter, my being sick and tired of work, just about everything. I went to bed mad and pissed off. This is how I look and feel this morning. I hope a shower will help because I have to go to work and display my sunny personality. I think I really caught my wrinkly neck.
I often have these critters right outside my kitchen window. They live in the giant oak trees around my house and every time I try to get a shot of them, they are gone. This guy today was eating something huge, I don’t know what, but I finally was quick enough with the iPad to catch him noshing. Everyone says that the quantities of acorns indicate a severe winter, and there are quite a lot. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
play seriously impersonate
yourself with dignity
allegory lyric pageantry
and spare precision
be human be
I previously posted a dancer from my 1982 Masks-and-Poetry journal. The illustrations are more interesting to me now than the words, but some of the phrases are salvageable, and this one, severely cut and mashed up a bit, seems appropriate to the season and the mask.
Today’s NY Times magazine section deals with aging, and when I read this quote I was immediately inspired to do it in brush calligraphy (lacking a calligraphy pen at the moment). As a woman growing older, I don’t really think about my age; I don’t think Kerfe does either. We both are the same people we were back in the 70’s when we met. Although I am not jumping for joy each and every day, I see the world as a mostly wonderful place despite the truly horrible things going on. Doing this blog and reading the blogs we follow inspires me and every day I learn something new–art, poetry, cooking, books…it is all here. Every person I meet has something to teach, especially the older ones, but all of them. (All technology skills I have are thanks to my darling daughter). So despite the length of this quote, I am posting it with all respect to T.H White. I may have to reread this book which I read so many years ago. All hail the elders!
I was a bit taken aback by the juxtaposition of advertisement and news story on page 4 of the front section of the New York Times last Sunday. Surely it was obvious to any editor scanning the page…or did they lay off all those kinds of editors?
While the Mexican people continue uncovering skulls and bodies that are NOT their missing children, here’s a $300 Lucky Skull Bracelet…”for the fun and fearless”. Tasteless doesn’t begin to cover it.
OK, benefit of doubt. Maybe someone DID see and thought: surely somebody will notice and at least ask, “If I had $300 to spend, would I buy a bracelet or help a child?” I wonder, did Erwin Pearl notice? If they did, did they care?
The headline haiku doesn’t make a lot of sense, but the words certainly reflect the state of the earth here in October 2014. The story headline has it nailed: far too many lost…far too many.