illustrator: Walter Koessler
renewal requires:
Maine
rest
third eye
processing
listening
green
humility
the sacred
commitment
Master in Maine
28 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: earth, Jeanne, Master in Maine, my partaker, my path-maker, my seed grower, mylight, rain, sun, wind
sun, my light
wind, my path-maker
rain, my seed grower
earth, my partaker
by jeanne
stay the path
26 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, stay the path Tags: begin, commission, continue, Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart, I want to hold your hand, John Stevens, Sgt Pepper, stay the path, Sufi, William Wordworth
fire up and continue
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”
– William Wordsworth
It was fifty-five years ago today…
Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play. (February 9, 1964)
discovering my path…
25 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in Angel Energy, Poetry
illustration by J Byron Schachner
And in a twinkle in his eye,
Picasso discovers his destiny!
It’s the birthday of the artist Pablo Picasso,
born in Malaga, Spain (1881),
who was living in a bohemian community in Barcelona painting portraits of his friends and acquaintances
when one of his paintings was selected for inclusion in the upcoming world’s fair in Paris.
He was just 18.
He went off to Paris for the exhibition
, saw paintings by Manet, Cézanne, Degas, and Toulouse-Lautrec,
and came home determined to be an artist.
Time Out by Pable Picasso
waiting for the right prize…
23 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, waiting for the right prize Tags: Arrowsmith, Babbit, Edith Wharton, Main Street, Nobel Prize in literature, One of Ours, pulitzer, sincere, Sinclair Lewis abides the line-up, waiting for the right prize, Willa Cather
Sinclair Lewis abides the line-up!
In 1921, the Pulitzer committee unanimously recommended Main Street,
but the trustees of Columbia University vetoed it and instead chose Edith Wharton’s Age of Innocence (1922).
Lewis was annoyed, but he admired Wharton and sent her a sincere congratulatory letter.
Two years later, the same thing happened with Lewis’s next novel, Babbitt (1922);
it was recommended for the Pulitzer, but again it was overruled by the trustees,
this time losing to Willa Cather’s One of Ours (1922).
When he was offered the 1926 Pulitzer for Arrowsmith (1925), he refused it.
But in 1930, Lewis became the first American to win the Nobel Prize in literature, an honor that he accepted.
deer
22 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in deer, Poetry Tags: all in green went my love riding, dappled dreams, deer, EECummings, four lean hounds, heart fell dead, horse of gold, lean lithe deer, level meadows, lucky hunter, merry deer, red rare deer, red roebuck, sheer peaks, silver dawn, slippered sleep, swift sweet deer
All in green went my love riding
by E.E. Cummings
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.
Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.
Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.
Horn at hip went my love riding
riding the echo down
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the level meadows ran before.
Softer be they than slippered sleep
the lean lithe deer
the fleet flown deer.
Four fleet does at a gold valley
the famished arrow sang before.
Bow at belt went my love riding
riding the mountain down
into the silver dawn.
four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the sheer peaks ran before.
Paler be they than daunting death
the sleek slim deer
the tall tense deer.
Four tall stags at the green mountain
the lucky hunter sang before.
All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.
Four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
my heart fell dead before.
“All in green went my love riding” by E.E. Cummings. Public domain.
are you a writer?
21 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in are you a writer?, Poetry Tags: are you a writer?, art is work, bores you, Conversations on Writing, Dreams Must Explain Themselves, fatal, forte, Jeanne and Don in the Quicksilver Studio, lack of motivation, stay focused, Ursula K Le Guin, writing what?
Jeanne and Don in the Quicksilver Studio
Ursula K Le Guin has this to say about if you should be a writer…
“I am going to be rather hard-nosed and say that if you have to find devices to coax yourself to stay focused on writing, perhaps you should not be writing what you’re writing.
And if this lack of motivation is a constant problem, perhaps writing is not your forte.
I mean, what is the problem? If writing bores you, that is pretty fatal.
If that is not the case, but you find that it is hard going and it just doesn’t flow, well, what did you expect? It is work; art is work.”
Ursula K Le Guin died January 22, 2018, but her works continue to be published.
A non-fiction collection Dreams Must Explain Themselves and Ursula K Le Guin: Conversations on Writing, have both been released posthumously.
sounds…sony
18 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, sounds...sony Tags: 1954, bright boys, first transistor, Latin word, October 18, out of parents earshot, prevalent, rebrand, rock and roll, simpler, sonus, sounds...sony, Texas Insruments, Tokyo
now we know why Italians invented opera!
It was on this dayOctober18th,in 1954
that the first transistor radio appeared on the market.
Texas Instruments went on to pursue other projects,
but a Japanese company called Tokyo Tsushin Kogyo
decided to make transistor radios their main enterprise.
They were concerned that their name was too difficult for an American audience to pronounce,
so they decided to rebrand themselves with something simpler.
They looked up the Latin word for sound, which was sonus.
And they liked the term sonny boys — English slang that was used in Japan for exceptionally bright, promising boys.
And so the company Sony was born.
Soon transistor radios were cheap and prevalent.
With transistor radios, teenagers were able to listen to music out of their parents’ earshot.
This made possible the explosion of a new genre of American music: rock and roll.
Grief is the seed of singing…
17 Oct 2019 Leave a comment
in Grief is the seed of singing, Poetry Tags: by half-light, Citizen of Dark Times, dig further down, Do not be afraid, do right, ethical life, Grief is the seed of singing, heal, idealism, Kim Stafford, let faith grow, let your weapon be a song, prune back regret, see what you're not saying, shame the seed of song
An acrylic painting on wood illustrating the bible verse in Mark 4 describing the kingdom of God like a mustard seed. Jesus is seated with a child under the yellow-leafed branches of a tree showing her a tiny mustard seed.
Citizen of Dark Times
by Kim Stafford
Agenda in a time of fear:
Be not afraid.
When things go wrong, do right.
Set out by the half-light of the seeker.
For the well-lit problem begins to heal.
Learn tropism toward the difficult.
We have not arrived to explain, but to sing.
Young idealism ripens into an ethical life.
Prune back regret to let faith grow.
When you hit rock bottom, dig farther down.
Grief is the seed of singing,
shame the seed of song.
Keep seeing what you are not saying.
Plunder your reticence.
Songbird guards a twig,
its only weapon a song.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 