witch whisks broom-sweeps frogs
round the room- rousts the rib-bit
prince-claims him her own
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
14 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: claims her own, definition, painted on iPad by Jeanne, rousts the ribbit prince, sweeps frogs round the room, witchchild, witchwhisks broom
witch whisks broom-sweeps frogs
round the room- rousts the rib-bit
prince-claims him her own
13 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: Annika begs me, bean Bag Throne, definition, Don't invite other children, identity, it's our solarium, Prince and Princess
Annika begs me:
“Don’t invite other children;
it’s our solarium”
10 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: code, Common Business Oriented Language, computer language, computer programs, definition, Grace Hopper, math, waves
It’s the birthday of one of the people who helped invent the modern computer: Grace Hopper, born in New York City (1906).
She began tinkering around with machines when she was seven years old, dismantling several alarm clocks around the house to see how they worked.
She was especially good at math in school.
She studied math and physics in college, and eventually got a Ph.D. in mathematics from Yale.
Then World War II broke out, and Hopper wanted to serve her country. Her father had been an admiral in the Navy, so she applied to a division of the Navy called WAVES, which stood for Women Accepted for Voluntary Emergency Service.
She was assigned to work on a machine that might help calculate the trajectory of bombs and rockets.
She learned how to program that early computing machine, and wrote the first instruction manual for its use.
She went on to work on several more versions of the same machine. In 1952, Hopper noticed that most computer errors were the result of humans making mistakes in writing programs.
So she attempted to solve that problem by writing a new computer language that used ordinary words instead of just numbers.
It was one of the first computer languages, and the first designed to help ordinary people write computer programs, and she went on to help develop it into the computer language known as COBOL, or “Common Business-Oriented Language.”
10 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: burgeoning, chaotic, colliding, contemporary Poetry, definition, fractious, growing cultural profile, healthy, inclusivetradition, poetry, squawking, Thomas Lux, true innovation
It’s the birthday of Thomas Lux , born in Northampton, Massachusetts (1946).
He’s known for his surreal, funny poems with titles like
“Commercial Leech Farming Today,”
“Traveling Exhibition of Torture Instruments,”
“The Oxymoron Sisters,” and
“Walt Whitman’s Brain Dropped on Laboratory Floor.”
His books of poetry include Memory’s Handgrenade (1972), The Blind Swimmer: Selected Early Poems 1970-1975 (1996), God Particles (2008), and most recently Child Made of Sand (2012).
He describes contemporary American poetry as
“Burgeoning,
chaotic,
many, many good poets,
a growing cultural profile,
a healthy, squawking, boisterous, fractious, inclusive, tradition and
(true) innovation marrying or colliding.”
09 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: coax it to perfection's turn, definition, erase, throw the lump of clay, touch each wound, wounds
08 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: definition, feelers know, instinct, language, language of love, perfect plus purring, speaks volumes
06 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: brown furry fruiting spikes, Bulrush haiku, cattails, definition, design by Jeanne and Bob in tandem, reed mace struts its seeds, wetland habitats
Bulrush Haiku
reed mace struts its seeds
brown furry fruiting spikes make
wetland habitats
03 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: Alzheimer's Art, Bob Boyajian, chiseled markers dance, definition, leaping landscapes laugh, radio tunes that swirl
Last week we played with calligraphy markers at the Alzheimer Unit.
The rhythm with the chisels is still there.
The right brain persists.
Still, the “talent” rings
chiseled markers dance
to radio tunes that swirl:
leaping landscapes laugh!
03 Dec 2014 1 Comment
in Family Tags: definition, Diane Lockwood, fathomer, language jumped like a flea, Lee Upton, nested in the coral beds, Omniscient Love, pillow talk, Sulkhan Gogolashvilli, topical ointment
This poem is by Lee Upton, from her book Undid in the Land of Undone.
Omniscient Love
He was in knocking range of my secrets.
He had found kelp there,
he nested in the coral beds.
In a past life he was born
to me as a set of twins.
He was applied to me as a topical ointment.
He was a prescient code,
a secret writing shaped into flesh.
He was the fathomer I never expected,
the pillow talk of the bureaucracy,
the breeze that could carry the world off-course.
It was as if we’d always believed in each other precisely,
and even the clouds agreed,
and the dog and his bone;
every particle of language
jumped like a flea around him. He was
a pirate’s nautical exercise
and an argument for the resurrection.
He was in every seed bed
and digression.
He was bending down my angels and breasting
the seas of goldenmost wheat.
To ask for everything and get it
seemed a paltry thing
next to being recognized by him.
A button couldn’t pop
but he was there with a net.
I admire the playfulness and the strangeness of this extravagant love poem. Loaded with metaphors and hyperboles, it epitomizes the language of love. Upton uses kaleidoscopic metaphors, i.e., wide-ranging and exhaustive. Her hyperboles strain the bounds of what is possible, e.g., “every particle of language / jumped like a flea around him.” How else to describe the perfection of this beyond perfection beloved!
written by Diane Lockwood
02 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: cross over, definition, horse tail lights, If I die before you, lie down, memories, oblivion, promise, shooting star, together, transformation
If I die before you
which is all but certain
then in the moment
before you will see me
become someone dead
in a transformation
as quick as a shooting star’s
I will cross over into you
and ask you to carry
not only your own memories
but mine too until you
too lie down and erase us
both together into oblivion.