
attention from brutes
dries the tongue to ash- snakes eyes
and kills rank’s glory!
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
30 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in dilemma, Poetry Tags: and kills rank's glory, attention from brutes, Beetle Bailey, dilemma, dries the tongue to ash, Greg and Mort Walker, snake eyes, the general is looking

attention from brutes
dries the tongue to ash- snakes eyes
and kills rank’s glory!
29 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in moon queen, Poetry Tags: 2020, moon queen, raise the tides tumult, selfie by Jeanne of jeanne Moon Queen July 29, smile at destiny, tilt the head to ponder quick

selfie by Jeanne of Jeanne “Moon Queen” July29,2020
smile at destiny
tilt the head to ponder quick
raise the tides tumult
28 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry, who is Gerard Manley Hopkins? Tags: burned all his poetry, Charles Wright, Dylan Thomas, English poet, innovative, Jesuit Priest, let me have more pity on..., My own heart, mystic, oddness, Roman Catholicism, struggled with spiritual and artistic matters, the slums of Manchester, who is Gerard Manley Hopkins?

Today is the birthday of English poet and Jesuit priest Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844) (books by this author), born in Stratford, Essex. He won a poetry prize in grammar school and then received a grant to study at Balliol College, Oxford, where he studied Classics and continued to write poetry. His academic record was outstanding, earning him the approbation of one of his masters, who called him “the star of Balliol.”
While he was at Oxford, Hopkins (who had been raised in the Anglican Church) converted to Roman Catholicism. His experience was so profound that he decided to become a Jesuit priest in 1868, and he burned all his poetry, feeling it was not befitting his profession as a clergyman. He did continue to keep a journal, however, and in 1875, he returned to poetry. He was living in Wales, and found its landscape and its language inspirational. When five Franciscan nuns died in a shipwreck, he was moved to write a long poem, The Wreck of the Deutschland.
Once he was ordained in 1877, he worked as a parish priest in the slums of Manchester, Liverpool, and Glasgow. He lived in Dublin from 1884 until his death of typhoid fever in 1889. Overworked, exhausted, and unwell, he wasn’t happy there, and his poetry reflects his unhappiness. Called the “terrible sonnets,” they show the poet’s struggles with spiritual and artistic matters.
Most of his poetry wasn’t published in his lifetime, and it was so innovative that most people who did get to read it didn’t understand it. As he wrote in a letter to Burns, “No doubt, my poetry errs on the side of oddness …” But it influenced such 20th-century poets as W.H. Auden, Dylan Thomas, and Charles Wright.
My Own Heart
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
I cast for comfort I can no more get
By groping round my comfortless, than blind
Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find
Thirst’s all-in-all in all a world of wet.
Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size
At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile ‘s
not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather — as skies
Between pie mountains — lights a lovely mile.
“My own heart let me have more have pity on; let…”
by Gerard Manley Hopkins.
Public domain.
27 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in BALANCE, Poetry Tags: a gentle whisper become a roar, BALANCE, bursts of temper, create brilliant, destiny, find balance, healthy flow, lends a hand or remains uncompromising, let charismatic light explode, lifts people, lifts people up or burns with rage, lightening bursts of temper, look within, move to your true soul path, original ideas, positive release, shine like a flewless diamond, sun queen or ice queen, SunQueen or Ice Queen, the wind decides, thrives or dies

the wind decides who thrives or dies
who is the Sun Queen or the Ice Queen
who lends a hand or remains uncompromising
lifts people up or burns with rage
lightning bursts of temper
healthy flow allows positive release
find balance
your destiny
shine like a flawless diamond
create brilliant, original ideas,
look within
let your charismatic light explode
a gentle whisper become a roar
move to your true soul path
26 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Orwell or Huxley?, Poetry Tags: a captive culture, banning books, deprive us of information, fears, Neil Postman, no one to read books, Opposite and together is strength, Orwell or Huxley?, our desire will ruin us, so much that passivity and egoism result, trivial culture, truth concealed from us, truth drowned in irrelevance, What do you fear?, what we fear will ruin us

opposite and together is strength
Brave New World is often compared with George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four (1948),
since they each offer a view of a dystopian future.
Cultural critic Neil Postman spelled out the difference in his 1985 book Amusing Ourselves to Death:“What Orwell feared were those who would ban books.
What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one.
Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information.
Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism.
Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us.
Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance.
Orwell feared we would become a captive culture.
Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture. …
In short, Orwell feared that what we fear will ruin us.
Huxley feared that our desire will ruin us.”
What do you fear?
24 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry
gripping the fibers and holding on…
“I like the way you wait.
Never push.”
Waiting is faithfulness
A slow unfolding
A conversion.
Plenty to do
While waiting.
Look up
Through grass and sky,
Expecting
The mystery to manifest
Its pain and glory,
Defeat and victory,
Justice and inequity.
Countless fibers
Woven
To brace the fall
From illusions of grandeur
Power
Autonomy;
To patience,
Surrender
And the human virtue:
Waiting…
For grace,
In its time.
Believing,
Waiting
For grace,
In its time.
1/21/2012
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Jeanne Poland
24 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry
And as I am co-creator with God the father, let the flight begin!

illustrator: Cher Jiang
.
in to me I see
butterfly energy and
wings to fly afar
24 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in illumination or illusion?, Poetry Tags: "Jihadi John", abducted, accountable, al-Baghdadi, bring terrorists to justice, brutal, illumination or illusion?, ISIS, Jim, Kayla, Peter, Steven, The Beatles, torture, without trial

a plea from parents whose children were killed in Syria
(from the Washington Post)
23 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: ankle, classic, Farewell, India, individual mark, Jeanne, misunderstand, My Lovely, novels, Raymond Chandler, sneer, style, style pays off slowly, The Little Sister, The Long Goodbye, unique art

Jeanne is
made in India
ankle dresses
classic unique art
by Raymond Chandler
novels include Farewell, My Lovely (1940),
The Little Sister (1949),
and The Long Goodbye (1953).
He said: “The most durable thing in writing is style, and style is the most valuable investment a writer can make with his time. It pays off slowly, your agent will sneer at it, your publisher will misunderstand it, and it will take people you have never heard of to convince them by slow degrees that the writer who puts his individual mark on the way he writes will always pay off.”