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Acquisition ~ rubaiyat

Ken honors me with his (as always) thoughtful and hopeful response.

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Acquisition

I hold aloft what holds me down,
My sense of self, as yet unsound.
No sense of where my mind should be,
My troubles named, within me found.

And yet this weight that’s placed on me
Need not be what the world should see.
Acknowledging that I’m not bound
May offer possibilities.

All month, I held off from attempting to write a rubaiyat, finding no interest in the form. I guess I just needed something to write about. I found that in Kerfe Roig’s Inquisition. I left this as a comment, and I’m just under the wire for Frank Hubeny’s month-long prompt at dVerse, Poetry Forms: Rubaiyat.  This is written in iambic tetrameter, with a rhyme scheme of AABA BBAB.

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Comment-a-Haiku Poetry Competition!

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Instead of simply reblogging, I decided to inject a bit of coolness into August and announce I’ve entered a winter haiku into the Vita Brevis competition.

You can read all about it, and enter, here.

8/7/18. Painting

Another one straight out of my mind. I really can’t explain this one: a bunch of shapes and colors. I added the white paint to add some pop. May go back in with a little more black. 97 here in NJ!

She Was a Friend of Mine

Wendi Winters was one of the five journalists murdered at The Capital, Annapolis, Maryland.

I was driving home when another reporter was being interviewed and he mentioned Wendi’s name. I knew it had to be her: she moved from Montclair to Annapolis around twenty years ago.

We worked together on PTA stuff and I thought she was great: very smart, funny, stylish and substantial. We kept in touch after she moved but I hadn’t heard from her in a while.

I have spent today thinking about men and guns. Why did she have to be there when that maniac walked in? 65 years old with four kids and a good life: gone.

Why, why, why?

Sorting through art

Since I gave my art room to my daughter I have done nothing. There is so much stuff to go through and I’m lazy.

Two jam packed portfolios. These are from the Container Store: quite nice. I stored in these the things I liked best.

Another pile on an abandoned computer desk. What do I do with all this? I’ve had the thought to just give everything away. There’s some good art in here but too much.

Lovely weather here in NJ. Hope everyone enjoys the weekend!

A Look into the Past

I found an old album of my sister’s. (She died five years ago, would have turned 65 in June 12th). She saved everything: newspaper articles, photos…this photo is of Louis and Allen Ginsberg, father and son poets from my hometown of Paterson, NJ. My father took the picture at an event around 1969 at the Alexander Hamilton Hotel. Louis and Allen read from their works and there was a reception later.

Allen Ginsberg reading. Louis was a good friend of my parents. He was an English teacher at Central High in Paterson. His poems are quite different than his son’s.

A joyous picture of my sister Jane also my my Dad. This album has a lot of treasures in it.

I’ve been in a dry period art wise. The new job is intense and they have me working three nights til 8 PM. I dismantled my art room to give to my daughter who moved home after a breakup. Still haven’t set myself back up.

Birdy relaxing in what was my studio.

I promise I will do some art work soon (Kerfe, this is for you). Just wanted to touch base and say hello.

Two buildings

I started looking through my dad’s photographs. I had the idea to cut some of them up to use in artwork. I guess you could say this is my first collage at least in a while.

It’s a subtle difference but I painted in the white borders in black. I do that a lot. Black brings everything out to my eye.

I’m looking forward to seeing what else I might find in the photos. Keeping the ones with people, all others like landscapes of buildings are fair game.

Is That a Human Voice? (after Toshikazu Yasumizu)

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Mountains circle a city
of women dancing like feathers.
Mountains circle a city
of women dancing like feathers.
Silence embraces the flowing.
Silence embraces the flowing
patterns, bending with the wind.
Turning, repeating, transforming, rising–
silence follows.

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Bending with the wind, turning.
Where are the birds?
Repeat and follow.
Bending with the wind, questing.
Opening, questing–
repeat and follow.

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Embrace these wings, bending with the wind.
Turning, repeating, transforming, rising–
silence follows.

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The NaPoWriMo prompt for day 5 was to take an untranslated poem, pair it with a photo, and make a poem referring to both.  I chose to use one of the artworks I did for this month instead of a photo, and I used a Japanese poem by Toshikazu Yasumizu, “Is That a Human Voice?”, partly because I love the title.  You can see the poem and the translation (which works well with my embroidery also) here.

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The embroidery is once again based on a painting by Joan Mitchell.  The calligraphic nature of Japanese writing reminds me a lot of the marks of stitching.

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I’m also linking to dVerse open link night.

SpiritSong

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Blessed be the Spirits of Becoming

Our Lady of the Silver Wheel,
waxing and waning with the moon,
reflecting back the circle of birth, life, death and rebirth.

Our Lady of Joy,
who lifts up our souls with melody
and transforms our movements into dance.

Our Lady of the Birds,
who grows wings on our wishes, hopes, and dreams.

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Our Lady of Magic and Mystery,
silent and secret,
who shapes and shifts,
puzzles and predicts,
divines and deciphers,
casts and conjures,
and answers all question with a riddle.

Our Lady of the Rainbow,
who paints the infinite darkness with eternal light.

Our Lady of Wild Places,
guardian of the earth,
shepherd of the seas,
keeper of fire and wind,
shelter, shield, and sanctuary.

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Our Lady of Healing and Renewal,
who embraces both body and spirit
with comfort, courage, restoration, and release.

Our Lady of the Weaving of Time,
whose threads mingle past, present and future
in a simultaneous, unfinished, ethereal tapestry.

Our Lady of the Crossroads,
who celebrates choice, change, and transformation.

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To all who were are and shall be:

May our circles be open
but unbroken.

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Day 3 of NaPoWriMo asked us to come up with a list of titles or names.

Also linked to the dVerse consideration of Holy Places.

 

Postcard Fiction: Dreaming is Free

At the beginning of January, Jacob at Jaywalks nominated us for a Unique Blogger Award. I told him we would get to his questions eventually…
Which one word do you think best describes your blog? Eclectic
Is there a post you’re particularly proud of and would like to reshare?
I picked this one, “Dreaming is Free” because I love the painting that inspired it and it’s one of my favorite postcard fiction collages.
Have you any grand goals for your blog/practice this year?
This is a really apt question for me. I would like to learn to manage my time better, and find a balance between doing the blog and getting work done—not just my art, but all that I want and need to do in my life.
Thanks Jacob! You can enjoy his bursts of creativity here: https://onwardigo.wordpress.com/

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Jane Dougherty’s microfiction challenge #15, “Freedom”, was posted way back in September.  I liked the painting by Ilya Repin (below) so much that I did it twice.  Above is the first response.

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In the middle of the ocean
time fades into mystery
a journey illuminated
by movement translated into form.
What lies beneath this dream?

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