
Koessler’s illustration
Is it a white cat
with spilled black ink or a sev-
en legged shadow?
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01 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Portals Tags: Is it a white cat, or a seven legged shadow, Portal to Imagination, William Koessler, with spilled ink?

Koessler’s illustration
Is it a white cat
with spilled black ink or a sev-
en legged shadow?
29 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Portals Tags: crowns the brain, headband ties the hair, Kavi in headband, knights the honored warrior, Portals 2, warms the thoughts

Kavi in headband
.
headband ties the hair;
crowns the brain; warms the thoughts: knights
the honored warrior
28 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Portals Tags: christianity, destroy societies, dialectic, George Hegel, humans create war, infinity, Julie Rowan Zoch (ROZO), Love is the portal that weds power and submission., Portals, progress is driven by conflict, worker and master

illustrator: Julie Rowan Zoch (ROZO)
The portal that weds power and submission: LOVE
The philosopher Georg Hegel was born in Stuttgart (1770). He started out as a theologian, particularly interested in how Christianity is a religion based on opposites: sin and salvation, earth and heaven, finite and infinite.
He believed that Jesus had emphasized love as the chief virtue because love can bring about the marriage of opposites.
Hegel eventually went beyond theology and began to argue that the subject of philosophy is reality, and he hoped to describe how and why human beings create communities and governments, make war, destroy each other’s societies, and then build themselves up to do it all over again.
He came up with the concept of dialectic,
the idea that all human progress is driven by the conflict between opposites,
that each political movement is imperfect and so gives rise to a counter movement that takes control — and that is also imperfect — and gives rise to yet another counter movement, and so on to infinity.
Friedrich Engels and Karl Marx argued that the most important dialectic of history was between worker and master, rich and poor, and their ideas led to the birth of
communism.
27 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry
This time when I came from a Highlights Workshop, Don was with me!
The kitchen was neat, smelled sweet, and was in clear focus.
(sing to the tune of The Happy Wanderer)
When oft’ I go a wandering,
My nap sack on my back,
I know my man leaves odd footprints:
The kitchen floor has tracks!
I can hear, I can see,
I can hear
I can see ee ee ee ee ee
I can see
The kitchen floor has tracks!
The cabinets are open wide,
The sugar’s sprinkled high,
The dirt’s pressed down upon its side,
Like bird poo dropped from nigh!
I pull out pen and quickly write
As far as I can see;
While scrubbing clean the stains to right
And ordering cleanly!
I whisk the broom; collect the crumbs,
The meters in my step
The pots and pans, the prunes and plums
Are shining bright, yep, yep!
It’s time for rhyme and rhythm now,
The counters neat; food stacked.
The order’s back, you smell the chow:
“Come…
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26 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Panoramic View of Workshop, Poetry Tags: deep view of poem structures, meters, Panoramic View of Workshop, rhymes, rhythms, taken with iPhone6, wide view of poets

Panoramic taken with an iPhone6
wide view of poets
deep view of poem structures
rhymes, rhythms, meters.
25 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in City of Light Across the Water, Poetry Tags: Charles Wright, cheap talk, city of light, City of Light Across the Water, coin between our teeth, element of definition, music in our ears, Poppy Red's Encaustic Painting, US Poet Laureate, whistles

Poppy Red’s Encaustic Painting
Charles Wright won the Pulitzer Prize (1998) for Black Zodiac.
Wright served as U.S. poet laureate of the United States from 2014 to 2015.
On writing poetry, Charles Wright says:
“Language is the element of definition, the defining and descriptive incantation. It puts the coin between our teeth. It whistles the boat up. It shows us the city of light across the water. Without language there is no poetry, without poetry there’s just talk. Talk is cheap and proves nothing. Poetry is dear and difficult to come by. But it poles us across the river and puts music in our ears.”
24 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Don’t forget your passwords
Today Apple pulled
my passwords out of me be-
fore I could create.
Locked each gate to take
my breath away; I broke…died.
Then rose again: new!
24 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Cardboard iPhones take the day!
It’s 8AM.
I’m treating the grand kids to breakfast at the diner.
Oliver takes out his cardboard iPhone, made by his Papa,
and listens, while his imaginary friend begs him to come
rescue him from a ditch.
Do you think his father ever had to do this?
Instead of the ditch, we went to Price Chopper and
learned how to find 5 items(under $5)
peruse the card aisle for Birthday cards,
push them in a teeny cart,
check and bag them out,
and discard packaging.
TOTAL fulfillment for Nana Jeanne!