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Subway Ride

03 Oct 2019 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry, Subway Ride Tags: 5AM Subway Ride to School, ballet, cold grimy floor, debut, exposed and defeated, freaky scarry trip, one-shoed, rubber lips shut, Rush Hour by Anita Pulier, sandaled foot, Subway Ride, through the doors, two poems about the subway, uneven grace

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two poems about the subway:

5AM Subway Ride to School

Got the trombone

in its case

backpack on my “hump”

.
Squeezing

through the doors

’til angry

rubber thumps-

.
jumps its rubber lips

firm shut!

an IRT, IND, BMT

subway bite-

.
A real life squeeze

IN REAL LIFE

IRL

.
Frankenstein

freaky, scary,

TO BE HONEST

TBH

trip.

by Jeanne Poland

Rush Hour  by Anita Pulier

Dressed for work, silk blouse, gold necklace, short pleated skirt, sheer black stockings, backless high heel summer sandals,
she waits with hordes of subway commuters. As the doors open she raises her sandaled foot  to step into the train, then watches
as her shoe slips off and tumbles  down the dark gap between train and platform.  Doors about to close, she makes her decision
to continue one-shoed, improvising a one-footed ballet  on the grimy stage  of a speeding express train.
All eyes are now on her,  her choreography, her  en pointe shoelessness, her  uneven grace and courage,
an entire subway car watching  this debut, questioning, how will she navigate
the station, the stairs,  this bumpy ride,  the world above.
She smiles, buoyed  by their curiosity  which feels very close  to kindness,
concentrates on  squealing loudspeakers spewing  unintelligible words
about her shoe,  her bare stockinged foot,  her life, her talent for missteps,
feels the cold grimy floor  under pointed cramping toes, convinced kindness has now turned to ridicule,
exposed and defeated  before the day has barely begun.

Jeanne’s Poetry Jeanne’s Art Jeanne’s Published Work About Us while walking… Yesterday I fell into the evolution of iPod From Minneapolis to the WORLD The comic strip Peanuts made its debut on this date in 1950. The strip’s creator, Charles M. Schulz (books by this author), was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota, in 1922. In 1950, he approached a large U.S. syndication service with the best of his work, and he was given a syndication of eight local papers in a variety of U.S. cities. His strip was renamed Peanuts. The strip was an almost immediate success that expanded from its original eight newspapers to more than 2,600 papers in 75 countries at its peak. Today is the birthday of modernist poet, Wallace Stevens: Ideas of Order (1936), Owl’s Clover (1936), The Man with the Blue Guitar (1937), Parts of a World (1942), Transport to Summer (1947), The Auroras of Autumn (1950), Opus Posthumous (1957), and The Palm at the End of the Mind (1972). In 1916, Stevens moved to Hartford and took a job as an insurance lawyer with the Hartford Accident and Indemnity Company. He worked there for the rest of his life, eventually becoming the company’s vice president. His colleague Manning W. Heard said of Stevens, “He was at the time, and for many years before his death, the dean of surety-claims men in the whole country.” And Charles O’Dowd, an underwriter at the company, said, “His [business] letters were as clear as his poetry was obtuse.” Stevens walked two miles to and from work every day, and that was when he wrote most of his poetry. “I write best when I can concentrate,” he said, “and do that best while walking.” He would carry slips of paper in his pockets, and jot down notes, which he would later give to his secretary to type up for him. He published his first book, Harmonium (1923), when he was 44. Share this: Save More Edit

03 Oct 2019 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry

Be your enemy’s champion

01 Oct 2019 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Be your enemy's champion, Poetry Tags: ask about enemy's wounds and scars, ask them for a song, Be your enemy's champion, eneny's children, hidden cause of trouble, Kim Stafford, lineage of the good, make bread, make tea, sorrow's history, we the people, William Timothy Brian, word for home

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Champion the Enemy’s Need
by Kim Stafford

Ask about your enemy’s wounds and scars.
Seek his hidden cause of trouble.
Feed your enemy’s children.
Learn their word for home.
Repair their well.
Learn their sorrow’s history.
Trace their lineage of the good.
Ask them for a song.
Make tea. Break bread.

about William Timothy O’Brian:

O’Brien’s most famous book, a collection of linked short stories about the war, is The Things They Carried (1990). The stories blur the line between fiction and memoir; they feature a character named “Tim O’Brien” — but O’Brien the author insists it’s a work of fiction. He wrote: “I want you to feel what I felt. I want you to know why story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth.” The Things They Carried was a finalist for the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize for fiction.
From The Things They Carried (1990):
War is hell, but that’s not the half of it, because war is mystery and terror and adventure and courage and discovery and holiness and pity and despair and longing and love. War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead.

Definition #3 Glee Spree

30 Sep 2019 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry

Have to post this masterpiece again

The Vibrant Channeled Creator

kemosabe
bark up wrong tree
climbing spree

barber
styled a weird goatie
clipping spree

music
strummed fancy free
mp3

off key
played me
discord spree

marquee
jubilee-cup of tea
glee spree

Jeanne Poland

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while there’s still time…

30 Sep 2019 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry, while there's still time Tags: habit, Hawaii, hopelessly try to save the world, illustrator Demelsa Haughton, morning to 2PM, poetry, rain forest state, regular practice, stick to it, while there's still time, William Stanley Merwin

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illustrator: Demelsa Haughton

About William Stanley Merwin born this day , Sept 30th in 1927:

Merwin eventually moved to Hawaii and set about restoring a former pineapple plantation on Maui to its original rain-forest state, a painstaking and years long process.
He said: “I think there’s a kind of desperate hope built into poetry now that one really wants, hopelessly, to save the world. One is trying to say everything that can be said for the things that one loves while there’s still time.”
On writing, Merwin insists on regular practice. He said: “I’ve found that the best thing for me is to insist that some part of the day — and for me, it’s the morning until about two in the afternoon — be dedicated to writing. I go into my room and shut the door, and that’s that. You have to make exceptions, of course, but you just stick to it, and then it becomes a habit, and I think it’s a valuable one. If you’re waiting for lightning to strike a stump, you’re going to sit there for the rest of your life.”
He died in March 2019 at the age of 91.

Feeling

29 Sep 2019 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in feeling, Poetry Tags: A shoulder hug:Don and Jeanne, All any feeling wants, become harmless strands of rope, feeling, Geneen Roth, is to be welcomed with tenderness, It wants to resolve like a thousand writhing snakes, that with a flick of kondness

A shoulder hug: Don and Jeanne

“All any feeling wants

is to be welcomed with tenderness.

It wants to resolve like a thousand writhing snakes

that with a flick of kindness

become harmless strands of rope.”

Geneen Roth

Don and Jeanne

28 Sep 2019 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Don and Jeanne, Poetry Tags: always: time for cuddles!, Don and Jeanne, illustrator: Wendy Edelson, time to close your eyes, time to smell the leaves

illustrator: Wendy Edelson

time to close your eyes

time to smell the leaves

always: time for cuddles!

rolled your buttocks over

27 Sep 2019 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in Poetry, rolled your buttocks over Tags: A Song for the Middle of the night, beat the yowling out of me, by James Wright, dragged a dead cat across the kitchen floor, Eustace CDeschamps, Happy is he who has no children for babies bring nothing but crying and stench, illustrator:J Byron Schachner, legs up la la legs down la la, powder your backside, rolled your buttocks over

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illustrator:J Byron Schachner

A Song for the Middle of the Night
by James Wright

By way of explaining to my son the following curse by
Eustace Deschamps: “Happy is he who has no children;
for babies bring nothing but crying and stench. “

Now first of all he means the night
            You beat the crib and cried
And brought me spinning out of bed
            To powder your backside.
I rolled your buttocks over
            And I could not complain:
Legs up, la la, legs down, la la,
            Back to sleep again.

Now second of all he means the day
            You dappled out of doors
And dragged a dead cat Billy-be-damned
            Across the kitchen floors.
I rolled your buttocks over
            And made you sing for pain:
Legs up, la la, legs down, la la,
            Back to sleep again.

But third of all my father once
            Laid me across his knee
And solved the trouble when he beat
            The yowling out of me.
He rocked me on his shoulder
            When razor straps were vain:
Legs up, la la, legs down, la la,
            Back to sleep again.

So roll upon your belly, boy,
            And bother being cursed.
You turn the household upside down,
            But you are not the first.
Deschamps the poet blubbered too,
            For all his fool disdain:
Legs up, la la, legs down, la la,
            Back to sleep again.

“A Song for the Middle of the Night” by James Wright from Above the River: The Complete Poems © 1990 by Anne Wright. Published by Wesleyan University Press and reprinted with permission

imaginations

24 Sep 2019 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in imaginations, Poetry Tags: brilliant, but not lived with, charming, first rate intelligence, Francis Scott Fitzgerald, imaginations, imaginations are fascinating, Jacqui Lawson card, retain functioning, two opposed ideas

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Francis Scott Fitzgerald said:

“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time,

and still retain the ability to function.”

And his daughter, “Scottie” Fitzgerald, said about her parents,

“People who live entirely by the fertility of their imaginations are fascinating,

brilliant and often charming,

but they should be sat next to at dinner parties,

not lived with.”

connect

23 Sep 2019 Leave a comment

by jeannepoland in connect, Poetry Tags: 480 BCE, connect, Euripides, photo by Schultz, Reading the Leaves by Barbara Cooper, The Book of Kells, treated women as major characters

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photo by Schultz

Reading the Leaves
by Barbara Crooker

The future will come, I tell myself,
and it won’t be pretty, with its aches
and sags, the body’s sure decline.
So I hold on to this radiant
morning, the sun as it turns the dial
of the lake up to “glitter,” polishes the grass
til it shines like a traffic light signaling go.
Blackbirds flash in and out of the oaks,
saw the air into ribbons that weave
with each gust of the wind. Even the tea
in my cup shines pure amber. And then,
there’s the miraculous mixture of digital data,
electrons and photons, that later this evening
will connect me to you.

“Reading the Leaves” by Barbara Crooker from The Book of Kells. Cascade Books, © 2019.

It’s the birthday of the tragic poet Euripides,

He was one of the first writers to treat women as major characters in his plays.

( in 480 B.C.E)