12 Jul 2019
by jeannepoland
in how we ended up together, Poetry
Tags: always ready, and only he could help, back to your feet, emergency, getting you back to ground, how we ended up together, I would not ask until I was desparete, Jeanne and Don, Joyce Sutphen, storm, summer of 1988

the summer of 1988: Jeanne and Don
How We Ended Up Together
by Joyce Sutphen
He was good in an emergency, calm
in the middle of a storm. Accidents
didn’t surprise him; he was always
ready for whatever came along. You
could count on him; you could make
a deal and he would keep it, even if you
couldn’t. His deals were impossible;
his deals were meant to make you fail,
and failing you found yourself in some
sort of emergency, someplace you didn’t
want to be, and he was good at getting
you back to the ground, back to your feet.
I chose him for what he could not give me,
and he chose me because I would not ask
until I was desperate and only he could help.
Joyce Sutphen, “How We Ended Up Together” from Naming the Stars. Copyright © 2004 by Joyce Sutphen
11 Jul 2019
by jeannepoland
in animals gathering, Poetry
Tags: animals gathering, Bong Tree grows, Edward Lear, guitar, illustrator: JRZ, light of the moon, mince, Piggy-wig, quince, runcible spoon, stars, The Owl and the Pussycat, turkey

illustrator: JRZ
The Owl and the Pussycat
by Edward Lear
I
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
II
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
III
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
“The Owl and the Pussycat” by Edward Lear. Public domain.
09 Jul 2019
by jeannepoland
in frog is back, Poetry
Tags: at the tea party in Boston, beside independence, colonial well dressed frog, daintily sipping tea, enjoying pizza, frog is back, Julia Rowan Zoch, to die for, tops held pizza, up to his elbows in pizza, when stumps held table tops

JRZ #4 frog
colonial well dressed frog
enjoying pizza
up to his elbows in pizza
daintily sipping tea
at the tea party in Boston
when stumps held table-tops
and tops held pizza
to die for…
beside independence!
08 Jul 2019
by jeannepoland
in Poetry, women who make distinctive moves
Tags: acceptance, anger, bargaining, breathing while under water, denial, depression, Elizabeth Kubler Ross, Hudson Senior Center, Shirley Ann Grau, The Keepers of the House, women who make distinctive moves

Hudson Senior Center
Elizabeth Kubler Ross
Many people in the medical profession disapproved of her work — they thought it was indecent — but most patients were eager to talk. She used these conversations to write On Death and Dying (1969), which became a huge best-seller. In it, she outlined the five stages of grief, specifically when someone is diagnosed with a terminal illness: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Her work also paved the way for hospice care.

“writing is as difficult as staying underwater and breathing while you write!”
It’s the birthday of writer Shirley Ann Grau, whose novels and short stories, set in the Deep South, explore the intricacies of race and gender. Grau was born in New Orleans (1929), spent her childhood in Montgomery and Selma, Alabama, and was educated at finishing schools. She says, “I was probably the only 17-year-old who knew precisely how to set a table if I happened to be giving a dinner for the pope.” The head of the English department at Tulane University turned down her request for a teaching position, telling her, “There will be no females in the English Department.” She married a philosophy teacher, began having children, and kept writing, making notes on scraps of paper and holding “noisy conversations” with her characters. Grau corrected the galleys for her first book, The Black Prince, in her pediatrician’s office, as her son was being treated for measles, spreading the papers on the long examination table.
Though considered one of the finest portrayers of relationships between blacks and whites in American literature, Grau says, “I’m interested in people, but not as representative of race. I see people first. I do stories first.” She was just 35 when she won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction in 1965 for The Keepers of the House, about a wealthy white man who marries his black housekeeper.
06 Jul 2019
by jeannepoland
in Poetry, the grandeur
Tags: all is seared with trade, crushed, dearest freshness, Gerald Manley Hopkins, God's Grandeur, last lights of black west, like shook foil, ooze of oil, smeared with toil, the grandeur, the Holy Ghost broods, the world is charged, with bright wings

owls at home
God’s Grandeur
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
05 Jul 2019
by jeannepoland
in Avoiding the mad rush, Poetry
Tags: Avoiding the mad rush, cane, going formal frog, hat, Julia Rohan Zoch, Just for today, polished shoes, red vest, ruffled collar, specs, tail coat, with wings transparent

illustrator: JRZ
just for today
I’m wearing my specs
carrying a hat
polished shoes
cane
tail coat
ruffled collar
red vest
……
going formal frog
with wings transparent!
03 Jul 2019
by jeannepoland
in celebrate, celebrate 2, Poetry
Tags: Beaux Arts, Calligraphy, callogram, celebrate 2, Dance every measure, photo in Quicksilver Studio, Romeo and Juliette, trifold card, Youth is never ours forever

photo by Jeanne – art by Jeanne – studio Quicksilver – July, 2019 – Calligraphy and Aria from Romeo and Juliette

Aria from Romeo and Juliette lettered by Jeanne
02 Jul 2019
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: Chris D'Orta, curiosity, each heart is her teacher, electronic portrait painting, erratic behavior, flashes of intuition, freedom of expression, humanitarian, individuality, intuition, Quicksilver, refusing to conform, shocking, truth, unpredictable, untarnished

electronic portrait painting from Chris D’Orta

lettered by Jeanne Poland
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