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Bridge Over Troubled Water
17 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
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Jack of All Trades: Master of Each
17 Jul 2016 1 Comment
in Jack of all trades: Master of Each, Poetry Tags: boxing, Critics warned me, develop multi-talents, Erle Stanley Gardner, Jack of all trades: Master of Each, Luis LevyLima, many philosophies, radiant on the spectrum
illustration: Luis Levy Lima
Critics warned me I would be master of none if I studied at 5 colleges, developed multi-talents, explored the world.
Instead I mastered many philosophies each brilliantly radiant on the spectrum, sequentially.
Erle Stanley Gardner born in Malden, Massachusetts (1889). He earned money through high school by participating in illegal boxing matches. He went on to Valparaiso University to study law, but after only a month, he got kicked out for boxing. So he studied law on his own, and he passed the California bar exam when he was 21. He went to his swearing-in ceremony after a boxing match, and said that he was probably the only attorney in the state to be sworn in with two black eyes
He liked working as a lawyer, but it wasn’t enough to keep him busy, so he started writing detective fiction for pulp magazines. In 1933, he published The Case of the Velvet Claws, his first novel featuring detective and defense attorney Perry Mason, who always pulled through and won cases for the underdogs. Gardner wrote more than 80 Perry Mason novels, and his books have sold more than 300 million copies.
He said: “I still have vivid recollections of putting in day after day of trying a case in front of a jury, which is one of the most exhausting activities I know about, dashing up to the law library after court had adjourned to spend three or four hours looking up law points with which I could trap my adversary the next day, then going home, grabbing a glass of milk with an egg in it, dashing upstairs to my study, ripping the cover off my typewriter, noticing it was 11:30 p.m. and settling down with grim determination to get a plot for a story. Along about 3 in the morning I would have completed my daily stint of a 4,000-word minimum and would crawl into bed.”
The Song of the House Wren
16 Jul 2016 1 Comment
in Poetry, The Song of the House Wren Tags: listen carefully to the father bird, Mary Oliver, on our front porch, perches the song-ful bird, The Song of the House Wren, To Be Human is to sing your own song
on our front porch
in the apple tree
on the bird-house roof
perches this song-ful bird
She occupies the whole front of the townhouse!
Mary Oliver:
“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song.”
Everything I can think of that my parents
thought or did I don’t think and I don’t do.
I opened windows, they shut them. I pulled
open the curtains, they shut them. If you
get my drift. Of course there were some
similarities – they wanted to be happy
and the weren’t. I wanted to be Shelley and I
wasn’t. I don’t mean I didn’t have to avoid
imitation, the gloom was pretty heavy. But
then, for me, there was the forest, where
they didn’t exist. And the fields. Where I
learned about birds and other sweet tidbits
of existence. The song sparrow, for example.
In the song sparrow’s nest the nestlings,
those who would sing eventually, must listen
careful to the father bird as he sings
and make their own song in imitation of his.
I don’t know if any other bird does this (in
nature’s way has to do this). But I know a
child doesn’t have to. Doesn’t have to.
Doesn’t have to. And I didn’t.
So much wisdom and tenderness, so much resistance and surrender simultaneously, so much awareness that in the second half of our lives there is more room for grace within ourselves and those we love than we ever imagined.
Transcendentalism
15 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Transcendentalism Tags: baby play/bull stance, Elizabeth Rose Stanton, equal creation, intuitive calf, male/female, Transcendentalism
illustrator: Elizabeth Rose Stanton
intuitive calf
equal creation male/female
baby play/bull stance
Songs That Lift
14 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Songs That Lift Tags: Kelly Helm's Malamute, Songs That Lift, songs that poke fun at you, This Land is Your Land, Woodie Guthrie
Kelly Helm’s Malamute
Woody Guthrie once said: “I hate a song that makes you think that you’re not any good. […] Songs that run you down or songs that poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or your hard traveling. I am out to fight those kinds of songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood.
Favorite song:
This Land Is Your Land
Written because he got tired of singing God Bless America
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeMLaQTwIgU
I am a spiritual being having a human experience…
13 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
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Love this quirky image and urge to fertilize!
street art
Romans 8: 1-11
Our creature-li-ness
demands
a need to sleep and love.
Our center
grows
the seed of God.
It needs to be
empty of all
even itself
to grow God’s life.
Tease your imagination
with the propagation of grace.
meditate
fertilize your soil.
Blackout
13 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Blackout, Poetry Tags: a night of promise, August 1977, Blackout, brutal heat wave, July 1977, NYC, powder keg
my son Owen was born in August, 1977
Here he is on July, 1977, while the Black-out descended on NYC:
There was a blackout in New York City on this date in 1977. Lightning struck three times that night, hitting Con Edison substations and shutting down the power grid. The city went dark at about 9:30 p.m. Kennedy and LaGuardia airports had to be shut down for eight hours, tunnels in and out of the city were closed, and thousands of people had to be evacuated from the subways.
There had been a similar blackout in 1965, and people had faced it with good humor, but in 1977, New York was in the middle of an economic crisis, and unemployment rates were high. There was also a serial killer, who called himself “Son of Sam,” on the loose, and the city was in the grip of a brutal heat wave. It was the worst time for a catastrophic blackout; the city was a powder keg.
In the 25 hours before power was restored, more than 1,600 stores were looted, more than a thousand fires were set, and nearly 3,800 looters were arrested. It was an ugly day in New York City
but a night of promise for babies to be born!
Green Ink
12 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Green Ink, Poetry Tags: devour its depth, emerald mysteries, galaxies of green, Green Ink, Louis Levy Lima, Pablo Neruda, pierce dark space, the color of hope, Twilight
illustrated by Louis Levy Lima
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galaxies of green
pierce dark space; devour its depth
emerald mysteries.
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It’s the birthday of poet Pablo Neruda ), born Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto in Parral, Chile (1904). In 1923, when he was 19, he sold all his possessions in order to publish his first book, Crepusculario (Twilight). Because his father didn’t approve of his writing poetry, he published it under the pen name Pablo Neruda. In 1924, he published Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada, known in English as Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, which made him famous. Neruda always wrote in green ink, because he believed it was the color of hope.
Mine your discoveries
11 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Mine Your Discoveries, Poetry Tags: catatonic, L-dopa, lyrical delight, metaphors, Mine Your Discoveries, neurological novels, Oliver Sachs
Oliver Sacks
became fascinated with a group of patients who suffered from a form of encephalitis known as “sleeping sickness.” They were catatonic and had been in the hospital for decades. He began to give them doses of L-dopa, which was just beginning to be used for patients suffering from Parkinson’s. The L-dopa roused them from their stupor, into a world they didn’t recognize, but which often delighted them. Sacks said, “There was a great joy and a sort of lyrical delight in the world which had been given back.” He wrote about them in the book Awakenings (1973), which later became a movie starring Robin Williams (1990). The book was a hit, and Sacks kept mining the case histories of his patients, calling his books “neurological novels.”
More than speed…
10 Jul 2016 1 Comment
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Two years ago today, I posted this. Want to bring it forward again. Thank you Facebook for the opportunity.
texting can come instantly,
photos grab your heart
internet provide a show
but snail mail’s the best part!
brings the family to your door
shares the joys of parenting;
lets you hold the love in hand
the grammar, punctuation thing!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 