
malign green pushes
violet rays into red
hair rumbles, curls, points.
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
16 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Owls, Poetry Tags: curls, Do you see the black widow?, hair rumbles, malign green pushes, points, violet rays into red

malign green pushes
violet rays into red
hair rumbles, curls, points.
15 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in owls, Poetry Tags: Is this owl a patriot?, my gut leads to light, through darkest wind and peril, through storm and tempest

by Sast Smith
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through storm and tempest
through darkest wind and peril
my gut leads to light!
14 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in owls, Poetry Tags: Are there crazy owls?, Does that stare bode bad?, Loco Owl?, tipping into mad-hat fantasy/overkill

Loco Owl?
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tipping into mad-
hat fantasy/overkill?
Does that stare bode “bad”?
13 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in owls, Poetry Tags: hold the totem firm, Sast Smith, sibling rivalry, top of the hill brothers merge, Which personality does he have?

illustrator: Sast Smith
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sibling rivalry
top of the hill brothers merge
hold the totem firm
12 Sep 2016 1 Comment
in owls, Poetry Tags: caster of concave arcs, feathered protection, Owls: Does an owl have a personality?, photographer: Sast Smith, pulsing with ease and knowing

photographer: Sast Smith
caster of concave arcs
feathered protection pulsing
with ease and knowing
11 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Falling Asleep, Poetry Tags: @ 2AM, @10PM, awakened by NYS Alert, blanket your spots, elixir of sleep, fire horns, go darkest, hail, high winds, hurt, itched, Julie Rohan Zoch, let breathing take over, Portal #13, put down the yo-yo, slow methodic zen breathing, thunderstorm, tossed, trees blustered

illustrator: Julie Rohan Zoch
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Put down the yo-yos
go darkest-blanket your spots-
let breathing take o’er
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went to bed @10PM-knees hurt-scalp itched-had mate scratch back-tossed&turned-it was 2 AM-took shower-washed hair-drank water-finally fell asleep with a Benedryl-was awakened by NYS Alert System at 7AM warning of severe thunderstorm, hail, and high winds-the fire horns blared-the trees blustered. All I had was slow methodic zen breathing: elixir of sleep.
08 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Portals Tags: 1501, 1504, Duccio, Michelangelo, Portal #11 Putting David in his place, ringhiera, Rossellino

It was on this day in 1504 that Michelangelo unveiled his sculpture David. The project was first imagined more than 30 years earlier, in 1463, when the sculptor Agostino di Duccio accepted a commission to sculpt a biblical figure for one of the buttresses of the Santa Maria del Fiore, a cathedral in Florence. Duccio was given a block of marble more than 19 feet high, but he gave up after a rough attempt at the feet and legs. The commission was passed to another sculptor, Antonio Rossellino, who also gave up.
The piece was forgotten for a while, and the hunk of marble sat in a courtyard until 1501, when the Church authorities revived their project. It was about that time that they started referring to the sculpture as David. The Church settled on awarding the commission to 26-year-old Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni. Michelangelo was undaunted by the huge piece of marble, even though it had the mistakes of the two previous sculptors already carved into it. He began sculpting in the fall of 1501 and finished less than two years later, in the summer of 1503. A group of artists — including Botticelli, Filippino Lippi, and Leonardo da Vinci — assembled to decide where to move the statue, since the idea of using it as a buttress for the cathedral seemed less practical now that the marble was weakened from years of exposure to the elements, and because the statue was 17 feet tall and weighed several tons. It took a huge effort to move David to its new location outside the Palazzo della Signoria. The diarist Luca Landucci wrote about the David, which he called ‘the giant,’ in his diary: “During the night stones were thrown at the giant to injure it, therefore it was necessary to keep watch over it. It went very slowly, being bound in an erect position, and suspended so that it did not touch the ground with its feet. There were immensely strong beams, constructed with great skill; and it took four days to reach the Piazza […] It was moved along by more than 40 men. Beneath it there were 14 greased beams, which were changed from hand to hand; and they labored till the 8th July, 1504, to place it on the ringhiera.”Duccio,Rossellino,Michelangelo
07 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Portals Tags: old sketches, patent battle, Philo Farnsworth, Portal of Invention, RCA, technology, television

world community
pushes its oceans around-
enhances progress
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Philo T Farnsworth
continued to refine his technology. But he was not the only inventor who had been working on electronic television, and the powerful RCA (Radio Corp of America) tried to claim that its own chief engineer, a Russian-born scientist with a Ph.D., had invented it. The patent battle lasted many years, and the key piece of evidence to determine who had invented the television first turned out to be the teenage Farnsworth’s old sketches, which had been kept all that time by his high school chemistry teacher. The court sided with Farnsworth, but even though he had legally won, RCA’s publicity totally overshadowed his, and he never made much money on his patents. He was actually ambivalent about television, which he thought was generally a waste of time.
Farnsworth died of pneumonia in 1971. His final years had been marred by alcohol abuse and debt, and he died virtually unknown. The average television set sold that same year included about 100 items that had been first patented by Farnsworth.
06 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Portals Tags: crippling power of mind, curse of thought, David Budbill, find the now, only here and nowhere else, Orleans CapeCod, Portal#9 In the Now

Orleans, Cape Cod
when I am only here and now and nowhere else—then, and only
then, do I see the crippling power of mind, the curse of thought,
and I pause and wonder why I so seldom find
this shining moment in the now.
“This Shining Moment in the Now” by David Budbill from While We’ve Still Got Feet. © Copper Canyon Press, 2012.