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illustrator: Neil Waldman

What do Chapman’s face hairs tell us?

borders are hedges protecting our delicate parts

( they do the same thing for our pet dog)

(couch the brain)

(protect the nostrils and lips)

( protect the eye-sockets)

and

allow for myriad expressions

from surprise to consternation!

 

Now we know why Neil Waldman dabs in many values and levels in his work.

Jeanne d’Arc

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Jeanne d’Arc: Google images

My Namesake:

It was on this day in 1431 that Joan of Arc was burned at the stake in Rouen, France. In the centuries that have passed, she’s become a national icon in France. She is to the national identity of France, novelist Julian Barnes notes, what Robin Hood is to England.
Statues of Joan of Arc stand all over parks and churches in France, and nearly every French town has a street named for her, called “Jeanne d’Arc.” One 19th-century historian wrote that Joan of Arc “loved France so much that France began to love itself.”
Joan of Arc was a 13-year-old peasant girl when she began to hear voices in her garden. The voices, she recounted, were those of saints Michael, Margaret, and Catherine, and they eventually told her that she needed to save France. At the time, France was engaged in the Hundred Years War, and the English had the French town of Orleans under siege. In April of 1429, Joan of Arc asked the French government for troops that she could lead to liberate the captured Orleans. She’d met with the crown prince and theologians, and they thought she could be of use in the fight against the English, and so Joan of Arc was given an army to command.
She went into battle wearing a white suit of armor and carrying up high a banner depicting an image of the Trinity. An English arrow hit her in the shoulder, but she was OK. Her army succeeded in liberating Orleans: English troops fled, and Joan’s army took over their surrounding forts.
In another battle, Joan of Arc — now known as “the maid of Orleans” — was taken hostage by Burgundian troops and sold to the English. She was imprisoned for over a year, often chained to a wooden block, while interrogators attempted to extract confessions out of her. Then, on February 21, 1431, she was brought to trial under an ecclesiastical court. She stuck to her story that she had heard the voices of saints and it was they who commanded her to serve France. Interrogators demanded that she retract her statements. She was convicted of heresy and brought before a large crowd to be sentenced, condemned, and handed over to secular officials. Then, on this day, when she was 19 years old, she was burned at the stake.
In 1456 (25 years after she died), a posthumous retrial was held at which she was exonerated. In 1920, she was canonized a Catholic saint. Joan of Arc has been portrayed in more than 20 films; the first was made by director Georges Melies in 1899. And she’s the subject of more than 20,000 books.
One of these is by Mark Twain (books by this author), who spent 12 years researching her life and wrote a book called Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc, first serialized in Harper’s Magazine and then published as a book in 1896. It’s a fictional account and purports to be written by Joan of Arc’s page and personal secretary. But the book is mostly devoid of the humor that Mark Twain is famous for. He genuinely admired Joan of Arc, and wrote an earnest book about her.
Mark Twain later said, “I like Joan of Arc best of all my books; and it is the best; I know it perfectly well.”

blue tree frog

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in the tree sits frog

blue as blue could be

not feeling blue but true: frog!

Hoofing

Oh I have to post this again. It fills my nostrils with fresh air!

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Utah Pintos Utah Pintos
“There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.”
Winston Churchill

Hoofing
snuggling
shuffling
prancing with the herd.

Snorting
whinnying
neighing
acapella song.

Thundering
rampaging
stampeding
mountainside throng.

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in a while, crocodile

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illustrator: JRZ

 

the questions are:

where is the bottom row of teeth?

foe or friend?

can I grab you by the tail and spin you to smithereens?

jaw vs claw?

Fibonacci

This optical illusion still works as a tiny image.

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This is my color rendering of Fibonacci's math formula This is my color rendering of Fibonacci’s math formula

And here is Joy Acey’s Fibonacci poem:
MY DOG
Bark,
BARK!
My dog
likes to bark.
Round and round she turns
then settles on the rug to sleep.

Today’s poem is a FIB–a poem based on Fibonacci’s number. Try writing your own FIB today.

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Turbulence

Sometimes comfort is found in the song, in the breathing

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Male or female?
hold on hold on
In the air
in the plane
we fall
and turn
blown and shook.

Look for comfort:
lullabies
a steady grip
a Southwest rock-a-bye.

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a space in the sun

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deck on 5/2019

 

I remember the first time I tried to read my iPhone 8+ in the sun. The screen fled the heat.  And now, my deck has become an unfriendly place for my devices. It is just as well since I now realize they do try to steal my attention. Today I read an article by Nicholas Cannarecto about a book by Jenny Ordell called: “How to Do Nothing; Resisting the Attention Economy.”

We stay on line too much. Digital platforms keep us connected for their own profit. But to engage in sensitive, actual human interaction, we need to escape from them. A Greek philosopher, Diogenes, lived simply, naturally, and without shame, rejecting the artificial trappings of society. He engaged with the world, but lived apart.

Facebook catches and kills our attention by eliminating context in a void composed solely of the present. The present lacks content, humanity and sustainable meaning.

We must be able to contemplate, participate; leave and come back, where we are needed: to take the view of the outsider without leaving. Our enemy is in the channels through which we encounter the world day by day.

By standing apart, we may be able to refocus attention on the world, mitigate its social divisions and inequality, hear it and see it in all its strangeness and richness.

Doing nothing means living in accord with nature, community, and careful observation of the world, when we pry open the cracks in the concrete and encounter life itself.

Park City Greeting

And on May 24th in Park City

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Moose Welcome in Park City Moose Welcome in Park City

Will the ski lift hold me?
Will your hot tubs overflow??
Will the pool be deep enough?
Will my herd hang low?

What will you feed us?
In the tabernacle halls?
Will you bring the elders
To decorate the stalls?

Blessings on the aspens
And the mountains white with snow;
Blessings on the Utah way
That blesses buck and doe.

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solar lights

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Don’s photo of solar hummingbird lights

 

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Jeanne’s photo of solar hummingbird lights

 

Don’s iPhone slices the light,

coaxes the batteries blown by the wind

bursts energy with his view: electronic!

 

Jeanne’s iPhone contrasts the white with shadow

punches the vibrant colors way up

wings the birds-wings the flight of energy!

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