Thursday, May 31, 2012

MEMOIRS AND MEMORY


"When I used to get blue years ago James Baldwin would say the same thing to me each time, 'This is the world you have made for yourself Nina, now you have to live in it.' 
Jimmy was always a man to see things as they really are and his gaze would never flinch no matter how unpleasant the things he saw were.

When you sit down to think about your life, as I have had to for this book, you have to look back over some things you've kept out of the daylight of your mind for years, and they can catch you. It might be a photograph of an old boyfriend found at the back of a drawer: you look at it and then feel a bundle of different reactions tumbling inside you, and you say to yourself, 'My God, I never knew he affected me so deeply!'

So I've sent a lot of time persuading those lost memories out of the shadows into the light. At times it wasn't easy, at others the dam broke in a rush and I was flooded by so many memories I lost count of them all. It's funny too how you don't have much control over what it is you do remember; how the most inconsequential, unimportant events sit in the front of your mind as clear as yesterday and the moments you just ache to relive stay out of reach for days or weeks at at time.

Finally, when it's the last thing in the world you're thinking of, when you're staring out at the clouds through an airplane window or drinking tea and reading a magazine it all clicks on and those memories run through your head like a home movie, which just won't turn off when you want it to.

Luckily for me most of my clearest memories are also my happiest. Often you don't know how truly happy you were then until you look back and realize how much worse things could have been, how if certain things had turned out the slightest bit differently so many of your favorite people would never have crossed your path and what seemed at the time to be casual meetings and passing acquaintances would never have matured into deep, lifelong friendships..."



 

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

"DOC" IS NO LONGER IN THE HOUSE



A Tribute In Bronze
Learn a little about this beloved musician
HERE
 


IT JUST...IS


The world, says the great poet
is "inhuman." It doesn't work on hope, or beauty or dreams.
It just...is.
View with a Grain of Sand 
We call it a grain of sand,
but it calls itself neither grain nor sand.
It does just fine without a name,
whether general, particular,
permanent, passing,
incorrect or apt.

Our glance, our touch mean nothing to it.
It doesn't feel itself seen and touched.
and that it fell on the windowsill
is only our experience, not its.
For it, it is no different from falling on anything else
with no assurance that it has finished falling
or that it is falling still.

The window has a wonderful view of a lake,
but the view doesn't view itself.
It exists in this world,
colorless, shapeless,
soundless, odorless, and painless.

The lake's floor exists floorlessly,
And its shore exists shorelssly.
Its water feels itself neither wet nor dry
and its waves to themselves are neither singular nor plural.
They splash deaf to their own noise
on pebbles neither large nor small.

And all this beneath a sky by nature skyless
in which the sun sets without setting at all
and hides without hiding behind an unminding cloud.
The wind ruffles it, its only reason being
that it blows

A second passes.
A second second.
A third.
But they're three seconds only for us.

Time has passed like a courier with urgent news
but that's just our simile.
The character is invented, his haste is make-believe
his news inhuman.

Monday, May 28, 2012

MEMORIAL


Thinking Beings

The history of people is one of endless injustice.
and the struggle for justice unending.
  It is a hard thing to be born human,
to learn about 'being' in body and mind--
that it is a temporary condition. 
I doubt the rest of life's great forms
suffer as we thinking beings do.
They do not squander energy
justifying their existence--
they simply exist.
 
 

Saturday, May 26, 2012

COMPUTER PROBLEM PARTIAL FIX



I can now view videos on my blog and on other blogs.
However, the whole system is complex as a wild rose bush.
Some problems still persist until I can get some more help
from the angel Mr. Fred, or some other angel.


Friday, May 25, 2012

COMPUTER PROBLEMS


I kept getting a drop down line saying
add-on plug-ins were outdated.
Tried to update them following the instructions
-many, many times-without success.
Tried following the trouble-shooting menus
to no avail!
 
Result
TEMPORARILY DISABLED
Lost  the ability to watch videos on the blogs.
All previous posts LINKS to videos (you tube)
on both blogs now show they have been disabled.

And, I can not watch instructional videos on the
art sewing blog I'm currently participating in.

HELP IS ON THE WAY
My Computer Angel Mr. Fred will visit tonight

Thursday, May 24, 2012

WHAT COLOR'S IN YOUR RAINBOW?



"Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue,
and the dreams that you dare to dream
really do come true"
-Lyman Frank Baum-

Indigo Tie Dyed Cotton Sheeting
(I did this one only) 
Machine Embroidered Cotton
The Center of a Woolen Rug
Border of the Same Rug
Printed Pattern on Cotton

"Our world is saturated in color, from soft hues to violent stains.  How does something so intangible
pack such a visceral punch?"
In this hour, in the name of science and poetry, 
Jad and Robert tear the rainbow to pieces.
There is a brief commercial at the head.

"To what extent is color a physical thing in the physical world, and to what extent is it created in our minds? We start with Sir Isaac Newton, who was so eager to solve this very mystery, he stuck a knife in his eye to pinpoint the answer. Then, we meet a sea creature that sees a rainbow way beyond anything humans can experience, and we track down a woman who we're pretty sure can see thousands (maybe even millions) more colors than the rest of us. And we end with an age-old question, that, it turns out, never even occurred to most humans until very recently: why is the sky blue?"
 
alternative link
http://www.radiolab.org/2012/may/21/  
(let me know please if neither of the links work)


Tuesday, May 22, 2012

RESTORATIVE



Sometimes you just gotta go
ELSEWHERE
The most beautiful broom
I can't even name the plants carefully placed
all around a small suburban yard so unlike the 
 manicured, colorless lawns in the neighborhood
 
Pansies of course
 and A big fat allium
color everywhere 
hidden gems
intoxicating scents
dear dianthus
and more pansies
but oh--the broom
 bees drunk with delight
 iris and foxglove
good air good food
good company
 very restorative



Saturday, May 19, 2012

FINISHING PROJECTS


Time to stitch the Oak-dyed pieces together

Another option
Two more directional options to look at
THEN

I'm going to paint directly on it with a new pallet of
PITT PENS
Next perhaps embellishments in thread

AND
There's stones ready to be turned and secured
for Jude's Magic Feather project
I'll take them with me on my weekend trip.
That's 2 + 3 Contemporary Boro projects,
the unfinished Story Cloth, and a Silk Scarf.
seven

I'm already having more cloth thoughts.  It's time to harness my brain awhile, because there's a short story in the works,
a garden to tend, bills to pay-
"promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." 

Meanwhiile
I'm going out of town overnight for a change of scene.
Hope all have a wonderful weekend.





Friday, May 18, 2012

LOVE DOESN'T END



FAREWELL WILF
I don't know what I'll do without checking in on you daily across the universe of the web.  You never knew me, and I never had the privilege of meeting you in the fur, but you've warmed this old heart, and I will sorely miss your excellent company.
 My sympathy flies out to Angus and the Font, and my gratitude.
Thank you for sharing him with all of us out here.



Thursday, May 17, 2012

IT'S NECESSARY TO TALK ABOUT TREES


   
 .
 What Kind of Times Are These
    By Adrienne Rich
There's a place between two stands of trees where the grass
grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows.

I've walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don't be fooled
this isn't a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here,
our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,
its own ways of making people disappear.

I won't tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods
meeting the unmarked strip of light—
ghost-ridden crossroads, leaf mold paradise:
I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.

And I won't tell you where it is, so why do I tell you
anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these
to have you listen at all, it's necessary
to talk about trees.
 
Yesterday was "the birthday of poet Adrienne Rich, born in Baltimore, Maryland, in 1929. Both her parents loved books, and her father, a doctor, encouraged her to write poems even when she was just a young girl. So she studied the poets in her father's library—all of them men—and she adopted their conventional, formal style to write about feminism and sexuality and identity.  Rich wrote two dozen volumes of poetry, including A Change of World (1951), and Diving Into the Wreck (1973), and several books of prose. She passed away this March, from complications of rheumatoid arthritis. She said, "You must write, and read, as if your life depended on it." (from NPR The Writers Almanac 5/16/2012)
Previous Post
Diving Into The Wreck

A Great Resource




Wednesday, May 16, 2012

MAKE A DATE MAY 20TH


 
If you’re at just the right place in the United States,
you can watch an annular eclipse of the sun
in the afternoon hours on
Sunday, May 20, 2012.

Those living along a narrow track from northern California to the Texas panhandle this Sunday (May 20, 2012) will have a chance to witness a special kind of eclipse of the sun. The sky won’t turn dark, and stars won’t pop into view, because this eclipse is essentially partial. At no time will the moon cover the sun completely, and thus you will need to use special filters, or an indirect viewing system, to see it. At mid-eclipse, though, if you’re equipped to observe, you’ll see an awesome sight. The outer rim of the sun’s body will appear as a brilliant ring completely encircling the black moon silhouette. Hence the name annular eclipse, from the Latin word annulus meaning ring.
Map And Time Tables



Sunday, May 13, 2012

MOTHERLESS

 
 
Motherless

"I confess"--she begins, "I am in love with  Motherhood;
the holy spirit they refer to, that 'she' who's not above,
but sprouts from ordinary soil down deep beneath the fantasies they propagate, before those dogma-dreams
that sprawl and tangle, those weeds that choke the road."

We are in a forest glade ringed by hemlock, birch and elder.  It is Spring, a wet Spring glistening at dusk.  Fire at the center of the scene crackles on damp wood.  The odor of aromatic ash suffuses the air.  She is sitting in the shadows on a rock ledge, a bright white woolen blanket draped over her head, shoulders and body. Another someone stands behind her, unseen in even deeper shadows.

She rises, steps closer, and continues--"With umbilical still attached to all those fertile women whose bellies swelled, they who birthed the generations--I find an empty womb
this Mother's day to call my own, and resting fetal in it, commence my shameless celebration: Hail Hera, Diana 
and Demeter. Hail you chromosomes inclined to double ex-ing. Hail to Isis and Inanna. Hail Kali Ma, and all the many Marys. Hail unto the Morrigan and Ruth. All praise is due to each and every one of you, the nameless and the named, the zygote and the ancient crone."

Throwing pine cones into the fire, one for each name and two for the nameless, she repeats her incantation in the manner of a song.  Each pops and crackles, exciting the flame into rhythms of rising and falling.  A light rain begins, as clouds shroud the rising moon.
 
She slumps down to the ledge, gathering her covering 
close, and falls silent. Suspended in amniotic bliss, her
mind has drifted back through time--leaving this one ceremonial seed behind for some other 'she' to find.



Saturday, May 12, 2012

THE STATE OF MOTHERHOOD


A Cornucopia to pick and choose from today.
Tomorrow I'll post the very personal one.

1.
"MOTHER"

A Smart Comedy
2.
WORLD WOMEN
The List

(re-blogged From The Rumpus Dan Weiss)
 3.
FLY A KITE FOR AFGHAN WOMEN
(Thanks to Jee long koh)
"This Mother's Day, Amnesty International is inviting you to
write your own Message of Solidarity for Afghan women.
We'll put it on a kite -- kite flying is a popular pastime in Afghanistan -- and fly it during the NATO Summit in Chicago, May 20-21, where President Obama and Afghan President Karzai will be discussing Afghanistan's transition"--without a single Afghan woman at the table.
  4.
WOMEN'S INFLUENCE
 Dorothy Canfield Fisher 
(1879-1958)
Eleanor Roosevelt called her
one of the ten most influential women in America.
 5.

WOMEN AND POLITICS
(Appears to be first posted by Think Progress)
Shows a witness panel completely made up of men testifying on President Obama's proposed birth control benefit
on Capitol Hill Thursday
(White House Press Release) 
6.
THREE POETS WRITE ABOUT MOTHER