Thursday, December 29, 2011

Magpie #97 Three Revealing Haikus For These Three Last Days of December 2011

Three Haikus For These Three Last Days of December 2011
Mind Over Matter
Men Manipulated You
BiPolar Episode?
What Do You Have On?
You Are Nothing But Baubles
Bubblehead Barbie
Light-Hearted Bubbles
A Revealing Revelry
Elative Fizz of Bubbly?
Have A Happy And Safe NEW YEAR 2012 EVERYONE~~cHeeRs!!!
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Thanks Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for the above photo of Marilyn Monroe...

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Cosmic Consciousness: What is IT exactly?


How CosmiC Consciousness Is kept at a CONSTANT unified circle of awareness; as life is a reflection of yinyang energies, Cosmic Consciousness is also a perfected place where these material energies collect. Here in the centremost place of being is the constant, claimed as our Cosmic Consciousness, or state of being. This special divine energy is perfect, as is the Circle represents no beginning or end. As all material is energized by the constant yet variable interaction between static/atrophy energies and the chaotic energies balance out this sometimes variable energy exchange via polarized exchange; positive to negative and negative to positive, as this is the way the universe continues to survive in a continuity~~A perfect circle, an 'O' FIELD circle of perfect sound, maybe 528 mz found in the Universe OF CO-Creative LOVE. As life IN THE dualistic cycle of continuity stays stagnant in the material state of illusion. As these energies collect to a critical mass and Cosmic Consciousness feeds off this exchange to keep the constant level of energies present. In the vacuum, empty space is another energy, perhaps it is an atrophy energy whose cycle is needed to recharge the negative or positive energies to keep the constant balance required by the constant sustained energies. As all collects to a critical mass and then an exchange of these polar opposites. Thus the constant fueling of the material world to create the Constant state of Cosmic Consciousness or Divine Consciousness.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Magpie Tales #96 CHRISTMAS MO-MINTS


image: Lee Friedlander, 1966
image: Lee Friedlander, 1966image: Lee Friedlander, 1966image: Lee Friedlander, 1966
~~~MO-MINTS~~~
~~~
yOuR sEe-tHROUGh fLASHINg
SearinG mY PasteFlesH
iNDELIBLEe iNk pLEASe sTAy
~~~
StaY and StaY and StaY
FoR AfterdinneR
Mo~mintS
ArE YeT To HappeN
~~~
oPEn Up YouR GifT
I aMThiS PresenT
I Shall Give To You
~~~
~~~MERRY CHRISTMAS 2011~~~
~~~ENJOY THE MO-MINTS~~~

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Magpie #95 More Limerick Licks The Poor Old Boy From Port Dover


image by Mostafa Habibi
More Limerick Licks
- The Poor Old Boy From Port Dover -
There was an old man from Port Dover
who thought he could row out and save her
although his intent was good
he just wasn't in the mood
the poor old boy from Port Dover
More and more the sinking sand did forsake
with every struggling move he did make
to free himself from this crusty earth
to prove his mettle and his worth
the poor old boy from Port Dover
As the day grew long and the night wore on
the muffled cries a forgotten song
the boat drifted on its own
saved the girl who rowed to town
the poor old boy from Port Dover
Chiccoreal
Please come onboard this Magpie and write by high tide!

Monday, December 5, 2011

Magpie #94 The Automat


The Automat

Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art
The Automat could
not sandwich any more balogna-eaters
or squeeze any more orange juice
or layer any more layer cake
some were stuck
on their coffee cups
a thick broth of atmosphere
drifted ever endlessly
impatient as
the missing waiter
who would serve crackers
with
mulligatawny
or
beef barley
soup d'jour
all day
who gave these
denizens dessert
the unknown lunch crowd
hushed munching
sliced bread
found a modicum
of homespun
comfort food
in the jackpot slats
heavy breathing
fogged the pate froi gras
narrowing the back-of-the-box
to stagnant foggy clamminess
boule-base atmosphere
tossed salad
juliened and sliced the afternoon light
cut like butter
fingers honed in on
the active part of eating
dispersed light
split slant-like shafts
condensed sauce
creamy dreamy
milkshake silky
muted green pea-sized
pixelized points of edibleness
made by Tooker
own paint-by-number
restaurantaur par none
a close interconnected system
consistent dull routine
potato mash-to-mush
over-cooked by under-cooks
sounds of clanking cutlery
varied values of red greens
as hush puppy sunshine
on top hierarchial angels
downy sleepy heads
partially aware of others
a mini-
lunch break in organized unison
for this Automaton
in the Art Museum by
The Factory
all these auto-sonomic-automatons
Vachon half-moon
identical faces
bow in supplication
by the feeding bowl
to the cafeteria gods
often
called
Mundane's
On 34th Street
~~Chiccoreal~~
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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Crystal Bowl Therapy: Tuning Into the Universe




As far as the sun and the planets and their unique sounds. All harmonius unless not, and in that case, it takes a re-polarizing pass of the sun to the sunset ultraviolet to change the polarity of the said event, whichever that may be.

So please let me know where I may purchase a bowl of this sound nature or does the bowl purchase me?

Maybe at my local health food store!

I so want to interact with this bowl! And how crystaline are they when they are opaque? I would have to wet my finger on the rim of the crystal clear bowl if I could find one that is HOLY ENOUGH!

and probably the coolest thing to do at the pyramid sites would be to make a circle of sound around the pyramid all toned up (dr music you do this) and to make the one person with the one big bowl (to spec) inside the pyramid. Then the inner outer worlds will join back as they were suppose to do LONG LONG LONG ago...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=N8ImCT_PxL8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=xseRNHxqucE

http://www.silverskyimports.com/categories/singing-bowls/crystal-singing-bowls/?gclid=CMCN08Sq5qwCFQrHKgodBw0rIw

http://www.crystaltones.com/

make mine ultraviolet please...reharmonization...so beauitful! oh yes...thank-you LOVE http://www.crystalbowlsoundhealer.com/

http://crystalmusic.com/

IN ALL THERE IS!

there is something else i noted...there is a certain (at times) sound like i remember the air-raid siren sounding like as if our consciousness opens up, pays attention to this sound that is missing in this frequency! I find this amazing..and think we could get that vibration to be conducted on the skin on a continual suit that does the same as the bowl to get into the sound more on the outside and inside and take a pill with this radio frequency as well to vibrate as internally too. Making a constant sound harmony for constant harmony which is our birthright, or prebirthright and then we split the infinity to this so called "duality" which is really "multidimensionality". cant add photos for some reason today...sorry.:)








Monday, November 28, 2011

Magpie #93 Sofa Takes A Bough-Wow

photo: Christine Donnier-Valentin
SOFA TAKES A BOUGH~~WOW~~!!!
Even the slighest slight
Made the couch mad as hell
She ditched him
Yet she
Unable to fly
The upper reaches
felt wretched
just beyond her frayed ends
she harkened back
where did the end tables end up?
where?
The sheer weight of bearing down
one too many times
by posteriors too wide
for most venture capitalists
oink-oink
This cause-celeb
had caused her this torment
as she kept looking behind
her life once so inclined
this poor recliner
this davenport
this settee
this sofa
this couch
this love seat actually
sitting so pretty
in the altelier
by Montmarte
and Mulberry Street
the 80's scene
so lively
her once over
so quick to dismiss
she now resigned
she felt
doomed
to live a life she outlived
yet the old gal still got it
not that
anyone would ever think
fashionable her attire
She more than anything
wanted to tear down that stubborn wall
and start over again
suddenly
the scent of a distant forest
had broken through the wall
as the fir trees bent their boughs
to support her
in her just cause
just in case and because
someday
they would need her support
for now
they would all make a home here
jj Chiccoreal
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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

photo Joanne Woodward and Paul Newman
LovE PusheS
PasT CelluloiD
StamPs an ImagE
OH cry the gods
of
CerebraL CorteX
interface
AlwayS in our HeartMind
FlesH HolDs
onto
FeelinG ThougHts
soon to be
ReleaseD
ShadoW images
Off the Wall
and
Out of the Box
FadE to BlacK
yet
LighteD LovE
of HearT
AlwaYs PlaYs
a
LeaD RolE
in
The LiveS
of
"The Lovers"
Created by "The Light and Magic Show"
past Shaker Heights Ohio
and Thomasville Georgia
seedlings planted
whirlwinds burst forth
images seered by seers
~~~
~~OUTSHINING~~
THIS
is
LOVE
~~OUTLIVING~~
THIS
is
LOVE
~~OUTLASTING~~
THIS
is
LOVE
~~OUTSTANDING~~
THIS
is
LOVE
~~~
as none can be finer
as this
true bliss
THIS
is
LOVE
~~~
fame to flame
~~~
ExtinguisH the HearT?
NeveR!
~~~
as
THIS
is
***********************allstar***********************
LOVE
ShineS
BrighteR
ShineS
LongeR
ShineS
ForeveR
Deeply Etched
LOVE
in a groove
in a groovy kind of way
as EndlesS
as the FreE
StatE
of EternitY
~~~
jj Chiccoreal
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Magpie #91 Limerick Licks


Limerick Licks

There was an old lady from Dorset
Who might know
how to tie a corsetAdd Image
She loved to play this musical
game
save for the chairs she sought to
tame
and none ever thought anything of
it
~~~~~~~
There was an old chair from the distant
past
who thought the party would be hyper-
blast
and all dead-wood played along
soon there'd be only one left
the stupid *itch from Suffix
~~~~~~
There once was a Space known as
SomePlaceElse
that didn't know it's arse from a hole in
the ground
as it went from here to there
just grab that chair that is square
and a silly girl quite fair
none would be the wiser for it
~~~~~~
When trying out a Limerick
it be best to not think a tick
grab a beer and a chair
sit down here
and never mind yer complainin'
:)
~~~~~~~~~
chiccoreal

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Sunday, November 6, 2011

Magpie #90 The Long Lost Past Revisited

The Long Lost Past Revisited
monuments
await
accolades
frozen
in a sense
they are past tense
just as endless
numb
as rigor mortis
this death
so inevitable
our battle-worn heroes here
alive once
succumbed to the Great Beyond
we hold remembrance
to the long lost past
lives lived beyond flesh
as if dead already
all yesterdays
follows our heels
today
those whom fate sealed
those who lay beneath
those surrender to eventuality
may or may not know what we do not
T'were more than this
born to die
all our accomplishments
dust
life's long road
eventually to meet
death seems inordinately longer
a very mean street
let us tread
ginger lightly
as not to disturb
or evoke or
prematurely bring upon
the dread of kings
this inevitable recourse
the most accursed curse
tis death
so think those lively enough not to know
unliveliness
as so many more above
than us below
yet snidely still above ground
clinging to this bit of grievous pain
to keep lit the flickering flame
that love has
known us
so will the dead want the same too
the dead also rises
bless us each morning
this spring never-ending
come back to life!
spirit blessings
kept lit
on the shelf
upon the place beneath
we bring back this life
life after life
time after time
the past to revisit
the nowhere now
give us this allowance
give us endless being
formed in the lightEST body
be they quick or be they dead
or slow like me
not rushing the backfire
treading every step with care
inching ever closer
the grave that would be more like a home
since we spend so much time there
as a peaceful silent place
a one stop-shop of everlasting peace
a rest-stop on the endless highway
a black velvet painting with no neon lights
as so suddenly unbeingness begets
the long goodbye of no tomorrows
the big sleep
held in queue
tis odd this life
of opposites
~to the duality~
G~0~0~D~b~Y~E!
Chiccoreal
Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for this fine photo prompt. Please visit this peaceful place here;

Monday, October 31, 2011

Magpie #89 "The Words She Would Write"

The Words She'd Write
The words she'd write
"dangled dead weight"
cut to the very quick
The words she had wrote
"precariously to hang"
at the end, the rope
The words she'd written
"displayed full frontal"
the requiem mass
jj
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/ An invitation for you to set up to the typewriter!
Image Courtesy of Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Magpie #88 "Overlap"





Lee Friedlander, from America by CarLee Friedlander, from America by Car

align="center">Overlap
windows open up
new world finds overlap
Cubism so bold
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Monday, October 17, 2011

Magpie #86 Duck Sauce

http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/ portal entry here courtesyTess Kincaid
Chinatown Toronto c 1976
dangling ducks
hang serendipitously
falling red leaves
from maple trees
Chinatown storefront windows
entangled memories
in my mind
I see
flurry of actors
I smell
duck sauce
I taste
Timmy Ho's coffee
I hear
traffic in Toronto
I feel
inordinate love for this city

fried thin
skin crisp
duckbills pout
lean lips
Sketchpad open
Art Class Trip
AGO Toronto
1976

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Poetry Jam ~~The Buzz On Ghost Light Brew~~

"Oooooohhhh Sheets to the Wind"
"Ohhhhh an updraft!"

The Buzz on Ghost Light Brew

laugh not
at my dirty laundry line ghost
for you two sisters

snicker and jest

for a moment

please repose

just watch tonight's

bewitching hour

as the wind takes hold

under skirts and underwear

the petticoats of yesteryear

blows through shirtsleeves

leftover fragrance of wormworm

as the quick instore takes fllight

scramble all with a gust into inky skies

remember this night of between and betwix

remember this moment 'tis

an unholy hour of t'wix and t'ween

as all edges

once wrinkled crinkled and rumpled

blend into a stream of fright light

unearthly brew

how many "sheets to the wind!"

supplied by and by

Hobgoblin beer by stiltskin

(actually my favourite brew!)

thanks Enchanted Oak!!!http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/

laugh laundry ghost edges beer


Hobgoblin Brew My Personal Fav!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Willow Manor Ball 2011 Chicco and Dr. Hiram Bingham

The Good Doctor Is Taking A Long Deserved Sabbatical!
This is my lil' Deuce Coup (oops this is the after party pic!)
This is the pic I wanted! Before the party I waxed Old Betsy myself!
Who says I look like Daisy Duke?
The VERY horny Tusks of the Wooly Mammoth
Here's my Prada outfit...the latest!
these are my two older sisters, I'm on the violet couch in the photo studio anteroom
at The Willow Manor studio! Thanks for photographing me Willow dear!
I thought The Devil Wore Prada was over-the-top then I saw THIS outfit!
My date for tonight is Dr. Hiram Bingham, Archeologist (boring, literally) but oh boy what bone structure!
Yes in fact, the good doctor is , well he always is LOADED with tons of information
really fun stuff
especially when he is overloaded
with the odd and pieces of bits of very rare mumified bone in his ample safari jacket pockets
plus I thought, But he is so skinny and wears it well! Must have gotten the flu or something the man needs to eat!
Oh...WoW... Willow might really dig the doctor knowing
that he has similar bones and stones similar to Great Grandfather Hanna
Willow's maternal Great Great Grandfather (very Great!)
and I said to Hiram..oh darling, wouldn't it be funny if these artifacts
actually mate up or
something and VOILA another NEW Michu Pichu is discovered on the Willow Manor property!!!
I'm certain that all the neighbours would say
"Would you look at that!"
and the next thing Willow Manor would be this huge museum on the Sciuto River!!!
I love being a bit of matchmaker
I'm still sort of dating Zorro but he's busy defending chicas south of the border!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pimp My Ride
Well I think I'll take the Lil' Deuce Coupe! It will just have to do Since Daddy Took The T-Bird Away!
Before and After Party Shots!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Magpie #85 The Rainbow Land Leviathan




The Rainbow Land Leviathan
Save us oh Leviathan
drink the flood waters
that was wrought to the rotten
Save us oh Leviathan
divide the swirling earth
as hell rises awaiting
Save us oh Leviathan
engorge on water
hold back our tears one more year
jj
Please join us on this elephantine adventure this week! Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for this week's humongous prompt!

Monday, September 26, 2011

Magpie #83 Raven Water Woman

Into this icy pool she came
tormented by years and a thousand beginnings
her clenched fist clutched the wet earth
in her hands
the heavens melted
in her heart
the waters gathered waiting for rebirth

as slowly she raised each galvanized arm
felt each stabbing pain of the heart
as slowly she felt at last
a place this safe to just let it go

today she knew
she had come back to herself
she knew she'd be
a changed woman never to turn her back
again upon herself
allowing herself others' misery
cursing the day she was born to die

tightly with leather wrapped around her
earth-bound her lips were sealed
the voice emanated from places unknown
as slowly her soft moaning sighs became louder
deep within a door opened

as her heart leaped out of her chest
She felt the feeling of a warm hand
upon her wet dress
it was her own hand
as she rebirth herself as Raven

Today
words do not escape her
the day of her reckoning
has been mete
she is free to fly again

this disconcerted effort
connect the disconnect
fly in the face of danger
anger and shame
As her alter eagle flew
far past her on the distant horizon
Another familiar shadow did appear

As the raven set up house
in her watery grave
ah, to be wet
felt nothing like wet!

She knew and
She knew
and She knew

just what she had to do

She grew and
She grew
and She grew

as to undo and make done

with each saturated moment
as the water flows
a permanence permeated her ever pore
she became more aware
of herself
as herself
by herself
She could now scream an earth-curdling scream
as the banshee
filling her lungs with air
and filled the earth with water
and filled her heart with sky and cloud and rain
the earth
heard her
and
listened to her
and
obeyed her command
"release my womb"
as the earth goddess Gaia Reigned
These Rainbow Smiles
and thus flew our Raven
as she cawed one last time
FREE AT LAST!
jj






Thank-you Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales for this prompt! (Still having problems with visual interface)


Saturday, September 24, 2011

Emily Dickinson "Papa above!" aferwOrds by ChiccoReal

Papa above!
Regard a Mouse
O'erpowered by the Cat!
Reserve within thy kingdom
A "Mansion" for the Rat!

Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day
While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Papa_above!


Immediately "Papa above!" Pappa is dead. The mother is dead too (from the last poem "Like her Saints retire".

Ahe allegory to a nursery rhyme is definitely in order here. I believe "Pussy Cat Pussy Cat where have you been" If you remember your Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes; it goes like this;

"Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?..."
by Mother Goose
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
"I've been to London to look at the queen."
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
"I frightened a little mouse under the chair."

http://www3.amherst.edu/~rjyanco94/literature/mothergoose/rhymes/pussycatpussycatwherehaveyoubeen.html

Coincidence the above link is from Amherst College?...Oh,I think not!

The next stanza is in reference to Old Mother Hubbard (oh this is fun!)

Snug in seraphic Cupboards
To nibble all the day
While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away!

Here's the famous poem (it is a lot longer than I remember!).

"Old Mother Hubbard..."
by Mother Goose
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor dog a bone;
But when she came there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker's
To buy him some bread;
But when she came back
The poor dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's
To buy him a coffin;
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish,
To get him some tripe;
But when she came back
He was smoking his pipe.

She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat;
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig;
But when she came back
He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit;
But when she came back
He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's
To buy him a coat;
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler's
To buy him some shoes;
But when she came back
He was reading the news.

She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen;
But when she came back
The dog was spinning.

She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose;
But when she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.

The dame made a curtsey,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, "Your servant,"
The dog said, "Bow-wow."

The last lines of "Papa above!"

While unsuspecting Cycles
Wheel solemnly away!

I believe Emily is "linking" to some sort of Greek goddess as per the recent Magpie poster of Willow's at Magpie Tales (Jul 11 I believe!).

In all honesty I am not exactly sure of what Emily is trying to say in this poem, in fact, I may never be entirely sure of what Miss Emily connotes in her poems. I have been told just to "appreciate" them for what they are, as they stand as the immediate sensations take over. This I can do. I can also analyze to find deeper meaning which it seems it is my fate so to do. If anyone can provide any ioata of meaning or semblance of a thread; please feel free to comment.

I kind of like this one! It's fun! And reminenscent of silly childhood nursery rhymes. I think Miss Emily is making fun of death here in a light-harded way. I think this means she is








Monday, September 19, 2011

Mappie #83 The Act of Dreaming

The Snake Charmer, Henri Rousseau, 1907
Magpie #83 The Act of Dreaming



Underneath
heady vegetation

to

Linger
the dark jungle

to

Shake
her snake-filled tree

to

Lush
her verdant green earth

to

Undulate
these zoomorphic creatures

to

Coax
Our ancient goddess

to

Fuse
Our ancestral rhythms

to

Active
These desires dormant

to

Awake
Our conscious dreams

to

Sleep
Our unconscious life

jj

Thank-you Tess Kincaid for the jungle prompt this week!

Friday, September 16, 2011

Emily Dickinson "Like her the Saints retire" 59/1775

flickr.com
Purple and red sunset. Sunset from Barceloneta. www.abarcelonaguide.com


http://kellydotytattoo.com/tattoos/tattoos_53534.html
"Indian Collecting Cochineal with a Deer Tail 1777 by José Antonio de Alzate y Ramírez



The Holy Trinity with saints in heaven, the Garden of Eden below - By Scipione Compagnoca 1624-ante 1680 (Italy)



Like her the Saints retire by Emily Dickinson

Like her the Saints retire,
In their Chapeaux of fire,
Martial as she!

Like her the Evenings steal
Purple and Cochineal
After the Day!

"Departed" — both — they say!
i.e. gathered away,
Not found

Argues the Aster still —
Reasons the Daffodil
Profound!


Much mystic symbolism today in Emily Dickinson's poem "Like her the Saints retire".

In the first stanza;

"Like her the Saints retire,
In their Chapeaux of fire,
Martial as she!"

Please see below for further research as to the symbols possible meaning to Emily.

"Like her the Saints retire"

To be, I believe Emily is use of technical literary devices, especially imagery and allegory is fairly prevalent here. "the Saints" would "retire" like the setting sun; or sunset. I believe this is a poem, with alludes to, the sunset.

Remarkable is the fantastic fanfare of colourful imagery, expressing meaningful symbolism for Emily, what does evolve around her world at Amherst College, MA. As the sunset does give involve her in religious esctasy, such transcedental state of euphoria as to the glory of heaven displayed each evening at sunset.

Emily's religious symbolism does evoke a grandiose splendour of the sunset and "the Saints" allegory. "the Saints retire" "In their Chapeaux of fire". The crimson colour of sunset could denote a hat of fire, "Chapeaux" in French being hat. As a warrior, saints often are, especially during early Christian times, during the Roman era. These sunset saints are definitely warriors from the first century CE, and make brilliant display at night. Emily must see these images in the clouds during sunset, using her vivid imagination as fertile grounds for this poem.


"Like her the Evenings steal
Purple and Cochineal
After the Day!"

In the second stanza Emily continues upon the sunset theme. As an allegory to sunset "the Saints" are dressed in "Purple and Cochineal" (Cochineal is a crimson colour as well an insect from Mexico, a naturalist, such as Emily dream combination of all things Natural Science). Please see below for further detail on "cochineal dies).

"After the Day" refers to Emily's common theme in many of her poems of rebirth after death and the Victory of death in a Christian-themed as well as transcedental rebirth. "After the Day" also refers to the sunset.

"Departed" — both — they say!
i.e. gathered away,
Not found

The third stanza is very modern, and makes reference to "Departed" saints as well as librarian science, as if the "Not found" category is left open and vacuous, "i.e. gathered away" is an academic latin word for'

"i.e.
abbreviation for
(Literary & Literary Critical Terms) id est
[Latin: that is (to say); in other words]
"http://www.thefreedictionary.com/i.e.

Which would read "in other words ; gathered away"

I find Emily's use of "i.e." a very modern approach at expressing her world in Amherst, and her daily academic writing where she would employ such academic terminology rel abbreviations referring to literary symbolism. Emily's using short-form here, and I have not noticed this in other poets of her times.


"Argues the Aster still —
Reasons the Daffodil
Profound!"


The last stanza, again a reference to natural symbolism, discusses the flowers "Aster" and "Daffodil". These flowers, capitalized as Proper pronouns do connote allegorical forms which references the seasons, another theme in Emily's poems. The Daffodil is the flower for March or Spring and the Aster is the flower for September or Fall. These two opposing seasons would flank the Summer season when sunsets are at their peak colours.

As the flowers do "Argue(s)" and "Reason(s)" denoting the many philosophy classes which Emily undoubtedly did peruse during her days at Amherst College, MA. Plato's Repubic as well as other Ancient Greek philosophers clash with the religious symbolism of early Christian motifs, as well as the ever-present interest in Natural Sciences. That the Spring (as Aster) "Argues" with the Fall, as the "Aster" (Fall) does "Reason" with the Spring is interesting in that there is this continual contrast evident in the Red/Blue colour spectrum (Purple and Cochineal). A play of opposites creates this dramatic display at the end of a summer season's sunset.

On many different levels Emily Dickinson's poem "Like her the Saints retire" creates dramatic religious, natural subjects imagery, etc., to produce a indelible memory of compare and contrast.


Chapeaux of fire
Definition of "martial"
adjective

1.of or suitable for war: martial songs
2.showing a readiness or eagerness to fight; warlike
3.of the army, the navy, or military life; military
Origin: ME martialle < L martialis, of Mars
Related Forms:

•noun
•noun
•adverb

(Marcus Valerius Martialis) 40?-104?; Rom. epigrammatist & poet, born in Spain
http://www.yourdictionary.com/martial


“And the woman [always the symbol for a church/kirke] was arrayed in purple
and scarlet color [these colors symbolize wealth and high position], and decked
with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand
full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication” (Revelation 17:4).

) According to the Dictionary of Biblical Imagery (p. 158) “blue, purple and scarlet suggest wealth and
royalty… And we find that these same colors adorned the tabernacle of ancient Israel as well, suggesting that Yahweh was the wealthy and powerful God-king, who brought an impoverished people out of slavery in Egypt to make them a mighty nation. Because of their associations with deity and power, blue and purple were apparently also used to decorate idols in biblical times (Je 10:9). In ancient thought the sky was believed to separate the place of the gods from the human realm. Therefore blue, the color of the sky, could appropriately suggest the boundary between God and his people and symbolize his majesty. Blue was [also] the dominant color of the vestments of ancient Israel’s high priest (Ex 28). The high priest wore an outer garment of solid blue over the white robe of the priesthood. He was the boundary between the human and divine realms, moving in both as he ministered in the Holy of Holies. Blue also separated the holy articles of the
tabernacle from the people… Israel was a nation set apart for God, but the high priest and the most holy things were specially designated for the Lord’s service. In this context blue suggests the boundary of holy separation unto the Lord.”

2) The Dictionary of Symbols, Myths and Legends (p. 62-63) has this to say: “Through its association with water, blue is connected with the spiritual life, the soul, purity, depth and crystal. It is also linked to the sky, the firmament, heaven, the infinite, the absolute and diamonds… the appearance of blue in a dream is almost always a good omen, in the sense that it often reveals a state of grace, a relationship with the superior spirit that lies dormant within each and every one of us, and the spiritual aspirations of which we are more or less aware or which preoccupy us during our waking hours. Blue should always be associated with well-being, gentleness, harmony, and pure and profound
sentiments. It calms fever, passions and tensions, wards off fate and absorbs evil. Blue is therefore a beneficial colour. It is also the colour of love.”

3) Hans Biedermann’s Dictionary of Symbolism (p. 44) provides further insight: “Blue is the color that most frequently is seen as a symbol for things of the spirit and the intellect… It is the color of the sky, associated in ancient Egypt with the sky-god Amon… This is why it is the color of the heavens. Zeus and Yahweh plant their feet on sky blue… Vishnu in ancient Indian myth is colored blue as Krishna; Jesus teaches in a blue garment.”

But perhaps the most revealing statements from Biedermann’s book are these:

a) “Blue, the symbol of the truth and the eternity of God (for what is true is eternal), will always remain the symbol of human immortality” [Portal].

This neatly mirrors the church’s false doctrine of the immortality of the soul,
wouldn’t you say? … and

b) “In Central European popular symbology blue is the color of fidelity, but also of mystery (the fairy tale “The Blue Light”), deception, and uncertainty (numerous German idions; compare the English “out of the blue”). The association between the color and intoxication (the German adjective blau is also a colloquialism for “drunk”) is hard to explain but may have to do with the bluish coloration of the cheeks and noses of heavy drinkers.”

In Re 17:6 we read that Mystery Babylon is DRUNK with the blood of the saints. Coincidence?

Anyway, that’s what I’ve come up with. Your thoughts?

PS: I find the headgear on the woman pictured in the coin to be strikingly similar to that of the Statue of Liberty. Another coincidence?

BTW: There is no Hebrew word for “coincidence.”

Gary

The Tabernacle:

1. Exodus 26:1
“Make the tabernacle with ten curtains of finely twisted linen and blue, purple and scarlet yarn, with cherubim worked into them by a skilled craftsman.

2. Exodus 26:31
“Make a curtain of blue, purple and scarlet yarn and finely twisted linen, with cherubim worked into it by a skilled craftsman.

3. Exodus 26:36
“For the entrance to the tent make a curtain of blue, purple and scarlet yarn and finely twisted linen—the work of an embroiderer.

4. Exodus 27:16
“For the entrance to the courtyard, provide a curtain twenty cubits long, of blue, purple and scarlet
yarn and finely twisted linen—the work of an embroiderer—with four posts and four bases.

Following are instruction for the priestly garments:

5. Exodus 28:5
Have them use gold, and blue, purple and scarlet yarn, and fine linen.

6. Exodus 28:6
[ The Ephod ] “Make the ephod of gold, and of blue, purple and scarlet yarn, and of finely twisted linen—the work of a skilled craftsman.

7. Exodus 28:8
Its skillfully woven waistband is to be like it—of one piece with the ephod and made with gold, and with blue, purple and scarlet yarn, and with finely twisted linen.

8. Exodus 28:15
[ The Breastpiece ] “Fashion a breastpiece for making decisions—the work of a skilled craftsman. Make it like the ephod: of gold, and of blue, purple and scarlet yarn, and of finely twisted linen.

9. Exodus 38:23
with him was
Oholiab son of Ahisamach, of the tribe of Dan—a craftsman and designer, and an embroiderer in blue, purple and scarlet yarn and fine linen.)

……… wow get the picture! There are another 17 examples of these colors repeated in Exodus regarding the Presley garments including Gold and precious stones. Also we find below the same colors when Solomon builds the temple:

2 Chronicles 3:14
He made the curtain of blue, purple and crimson yarn and fine linen, with cherubim worked into it. (Cherubim on the Ark were gold)

So the colors of Gods Tabernacle / Church / Sanctuary are blue, purple and scarlet with Gold.

Going back to the great harlot the colors would indicate the harlot is a Church or priesthood of that Church. But there is a color missing from this Church and that is Blue.

So what is significant about blue mentioned time and time again above?
Was it there just because it
looked pretty? No, here is the very definitive answer with wording that relates very closely to revelation! This is the Key:

Numbers 15:37-40
Again the LORD spoke to Moses, saying, “Speak to the children of Israel: Tell them to make tassels on the corners of their garments throughout their generations, and to put a blue thread in the tassels of the corners. And you shall have the tassel, that you may look upon it and remember all the commandments of the LORD and do them, and that you may not follow the harlotry to which your own heart and your own eyes are inclined, and that you may remember and do all My commandments, and be holy for your God.

So blue is to represent the 10 Commandments, so the Great harlot is an unfaithful church who has forgotten and does follow all the Ten Commandments!

If you care to do some digging yourself you will find many reference that point to the 10 commandments being on blue
stone or blue sapphire from the throne of God mention in Exodus 24:10:

“…and saw the God of Israel. Under his feet was something like a pavement made of sapphire, clear as the sky itself.”

And we know God wrote the commandments with his own finger in stone:

Exodus 31:18
“When the LORD finished speaking to Moses on Mount Sinai, he gave him the two tablets of the Testimony, the tablets of stone inscribed by the finger of God.”

To me this is very interesting, but Numbers 15 really says it all: the harlot is an unfaithful people / Church / priesthood.


http://hell-fact-or-fable.com/2010/04/more-on-church/


March - Daffodil
Daffodils have the meaning of rebirth, respect, regard and unrequited love. There are many different varieties available of daffodils from double peach forms (right) to the classic white with yellow, trumpeted centers (left). Daffodils are grown from bulbs and emerge in spring as a welcome harbinger of warmer weather. In England, the daffodil is known as the "Lent Lily" because it blooms during the period of lent from the Christian faith.

September - Aster

Aster is a sign of fall as sure as the changing leaves. The flower stands for patience and daintiness and the word "aster" comes from the Latin for star. There are many different varieties of asters from New England to Stokes, which provide beautiful, daisy-like blooms on foliage that can range from 6 inches to 4 feet tall.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cochineal

Chiccoreal AfterwOrd

Saints be praised
At the Sunset Hour
All ablazed in Violet and Crimson
All Glory Given

See how the season's flowers
March's Aster
September's Daffodil
Bend to Argue and Reason the night away!






Wednesday, September 14, 2011

,A little East of Jordan, by Emily Dickinson 59/1775



Jacob Wrestling with the Angel
ca. 1659



Gauguin, (Eugène-Henri-) Paul
Vision After the Sermon, Jacob Wrestling with the Angel 1888; National Gallery of Scotland;

A little East of Jordan, by Emily Dickinson


A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A Gymnast and an Angel
Did wrestle long and hard —

Till morning touching mountain —
And Jacob, waxing strong,
The Angel begged permission
To Breakfast — to return —

Not so, said cunning Jacob!
"I will not let thee go
Except thou bless me" — Stranger!
The which acceded to —

Light swung the silver fleeces
"Peniel" Hills beyond,
And the bewildered Gymnast
Found he had worsted God!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/A_little_East_of_Jordan,


This is a fun take on a familiar Bible story about Jacob Wrestles the Angel.

It is funny because of the pun, "worsted" which makes this "yarn" a very funny tale!

Can you imagine?



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob

All the days Jacob would grab
would find hard the concept of God to grasp
With an Angel he would eventually grapple
give it up; his worth did exceed his armour'd girth


jj


Delayed till she had ceased to know —by Emily Dickinson 58/1775


Delayed till in its vest of snow
Her loving bosom lay —
An hour behind the fleeting breath —
Later by just an hour than Death —
Oh lagging Yesterday!

Could she have guessed that it would be —
Could but a crier of the joy
Have climbed the distant hill —
Had not the bliss so slow a pace
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were undefeated still?

Oh if there may departing be
Any forgot by Victory
In her imperial round —
Show them this meek appareled thing
That could not stop to be a king —
Doubtful if it be crowned!pan>


http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Delayed_till_she_had_ceased_to_know_%E2%80%94

Yesterday "lags" and is "delayed" "an hour behind the fleeting breath" "by just an hour".

How similar is "Yesterday" to a train that is late at the station?

This poem does have the cadence of a train pulling into a station

As it is Emily's station in life to have the focus always on death, in allegory, metaphor, etc. Emily realizes that yesterday is late, is dead, as dead as death.

Dead yesterday is where death meets such a late train of memory thoughts. Very surreal in a way, sort of like a DiChirrico painting.

Memories lie in the past not future bound; "her loving bosom lay".

The past is mother, loving, kind, present.

Is the future for Emily Death although the notion of late is reiterated twice in the first stanza late by an hour;

"An hour behind"

"Later by just an hour"


In the next stanza Emily is questioning whether or not she would have guessed that Death would be late;

"Could she have guessed that it would be - "

This is a complicated poem, and is remarkable in that it is highly considerate of imagery.

The allegorical "Yesterday" is termed a "she".

"Yesterday would be happy, blissful knowing the joy after Death who is late has come and gone.

The crier on the hill is a brilliant bit of imagery.

is very easy to envision this New England staple of the day, the town crier, the teller of the news of the day. That death is late.

The state of euphoria, or bliss found on the face of the crier adds another degree of mystic quality to the poem.

"Had not the bliss so slow a pace
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were undefeated still?"

The bliss of "Yesterday" is unconditional love leading to such surrender.

The next stanza is very complicated allegorically speaking.

"Any forgot by Victory
In her imperial round —"


What is an "imperial round"? I have found out that this is a reference to radiators. So in the belly of "Victory" or Mother Earth; Gaia.


"Show them this meek appareled thing"

What is Emily referring to in regards to "meek appareled thing"?

After consideration, I would think Emily is referring to us, as the body of the human condition, a unified soul trapped in a decaying "mound" of a body, clothed in "meek"ness; hopefully. The Victory being how the soul conquers death with eternal and infinite love.

"That could not stop to be a king —"

"meekness" not being a trait of "a king" and the quality of meekness "not to stop a king" refers to how we are just passing by on this transient plane of existence.


"Doubtful if it be crowned!"

In death comes the "crowned" glory of Victory over death, but we just do not realize this until that final hour that is late by an hour!

1 Corinthians 15:55
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?

I find this a very indepth poem, which may have to reposted due to lack of my understanding of the mentioned allegory alluding to specific events, etc of Emily's time. Any further information would be most appreciated!

Chiccoreal Expresses Mystic Presence

She's Late

Oh Victory!
Where is thy Crown?

Lost in the past of yesterday
Who'd care but for the one thing

That would see you through
until the last day
and the final hour
catches up with the first

No hour late now
the Victory Woman awaits
don't be late
feel the crown on your crown

you feel you do not deserve
but you do
the esctasy and the bliss
the sweet surrender is heavenly!

Yours now this Victory giv'n
and the Glory all around!
This Crown of Eternal Life
Yours to Enjoy!

jj

To venerate the simple days by Emily Dickinson

To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!

by Emily Dickinson

A short sweet quick dessert of a poem Miss Emily! I think this is making me very hungry for a trifle!

As I did download various pictures of trifles for the four season (too bad there are not more seasons!) and it was very difficult to pick just one.

The one with drambuie is probably the one I will make as I have exquisite taste and the recipe comes from England, the land who proported to have made the original trifle.

However, since I cannot download any "free" Google Images at this time, I will leave you with the url and you can let your tastebuds do the walking!

Paula Dern also had a lovely trifle made of Pumpkin and gingerbread! So delicious! Especially for the fall.

Personally, I love the checkerboad trifle; so visual appealing and stimulating!

Enjoy; you so deserve this treat!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/To_venerate_the_simple_days
CHICCOREAL'S QUICK TRIFLE ON TRIFLES
...Trifles seem silly...
...as now endures forever...
...IMMORTALIZED...

Monday, September 12, 2011

Andrew Wyeth, The Revenant, 1949

Appear ghost image
Return to the place you left
Stay awhile, please
Please visit http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/ for all the (s)entries!

Saturday, September 10, 2011

If I should cease to bring a Rose by Emily Dickinson with AfterwOrds by Chiccoreal


(image from Google Free Images rose + rose + broken nose (aka Jon Spence) Tags: london cemetery grave flickrhivemind.net0


If I should cease to bring a Rose

If I should cease to bring a Rose
Upon a festal day,
'Twill be because beyond the Rose
I have been called away —
If I should cease to take the names
My buds commemorate —
'Twill be because Death's finger
Claps my murmuring lip!

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/If_I_should_cease_to_bring_a_Rose

AfterwOrds by Chiccoreal

I'm not sure if I have already analyzed this poem; it seems so familiar. I'll have to look up later.

Again there is the traditional element here; the necessity to form ritual display to create a continuation of causality.

We place roses upon graves, for example, as a dutiful memory, a symbol of life.

Roses representing, symbolically, life and love.

"Festal Day" being the day of one's funeral in this poem.

The red rose being passion. I image the rose to be red in this poem, although this is not stated. A Red Rose being a Christian symbol for the resurrected Christ.

Each rose colour having its own particular symbolic intent; yellow roses for example are for conveying friendship, etc.

So poets tend to think in terms of producing a symbolic code for their poems, a sort of personal language. Emily definitely uses scores of images and symbols in her work which give a deeper meaning and understanding of her poetry. Whether or not his was intentional, and whether or not Emily ever intended her poems for public view is a point, certainly, to ponder.

I really get stuck on the last line "Claps my murmuring lip!" and "my buds commemorate". Who or what is Emily referring with "buds"? Friends? Rosebuds?

The exclamation gives away her emotion in this last line. Death the allegory is for Emily, a new life, although at the time it is fairly creepy.

Would not "clasp" rather than "claps" be more of an appropriate word here? I suppose, back then, "claps" must have meant something similar to "clasp" however "claps" does sound very violent in a way. Death never being a gentleman.

So we think we have had a deja vu feeling with this poem, that I have discussed this poem before. Maybe I have or maybe Death is playing a game on me; or Miss Emily is doing this! Funny Miss Emily!

Chiccoreal's AfterwOrds

Chicco take: "lingering longer by the wayside inn hoping to catch a glimpse of Death doing the shake rattle and roll"


Be not afraid of the thorns that"

Be not afraid of the thorns that
Death would have you feel this fear
the claps of skeletal hand across cold blue
death-grip lips

No, never feel the obligation to place upon this grave a rose
Moreover never Feel the importance of said Rose placed thereupon
as not be afeared of anything at all

Only fear recklessness
when turning one's back upon and other's life lost
and in this haphazard forgeting life's ritual
superstition has it; that the next person to forget
will be claps by the lips til dead!

So evermore remember this dear petulent one
a duty placed just so is the sworn duty of all
and ever it is to be
as it is to a rose as to rise from the grave
the necessity being a rose doth lead the way!

as one can now see
now that one foot in in the grave
is better than one foot above than below
in this lowly lone grave
without a Rose to bring it back to life!

Or without a rose being held in lieu of a life once lived
like that Rose that grows on the bower and shed blood for us
a remembrance is more than just a fragrant sense of propriety
we must appropriate the appropriate measures
a propriety of sensibilities!
and this final curtain call
most certainly does indeed
to make a bow
a last
call for a Rose
asks this of the Sweet Emily
The Proper thing to do Property Mistress!

jj




Thursday, September 8, 2011

Emily Dickinson " By Chivalries as tiny" Feeding From Emily's Energy



By Chivalries as tiny by Emily Dickinson

By Chivalries as tiny,
A Blossom, or a Book,
The seeds of smiles are planted —
Which blossom in the dark.

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/By_Chivalries_as_tiny

These tender mercies, or "tiny Chilvaries" shine through the darkest night of our soul being lost to the vacuum of space.

Something as simple as "A Blossom" or "A Book" can bring about such, as "The seeds of smiles" once "planted" - which "blossom" in the dark.

Yes even dark nights of the soul (better yet dark knights of the soul) are there to quench the thirst of aloneness and doubt; or feeling "tiny".

Such is the stuff of Emily's dreams and poems!

Chiccoreal's Take on "By Chilvaries as tiny"

By Mercy as tiny by Chiccoreal (Feeding On Emily's Energy)

By each Mercy as tiny
to be seeded such a small thing
In a big way creates the whole Soul

Blossom O' Rose
Blossom O' Thought


A Penny for your naked
blue jay Thoughts

A Pretty copper penny
for the Book you brought

May I reread the words
shining bright as true as your heart?
All I need is a kernel of an idea
the afterthought
As we exchange and interchange
this fine book for a rose
A Love for A Life


May I reread your words again?
after having been seeded and somewhat
overgrown
there where sappy sentiment
and vulnerability
are slain like the the fiery dragon
who leaves the bittersweet pearl of wisdom
which may grow too close to you?

Mary, Mary
How does your garden grown
How this garden does grows
William, William
with the promise of a new day's intent

Who loves this life
looses it
Who lives this love
gains it
this life from me is for you
(hand him the rose now)

I, too, need what you have brought
to the round table
that is all I have ever sought
The Rose and
The Book
This Book is for you
(hand her the book now)

A Never-ending story of Love
In an Ever-increasing growing-the-most
and is still unfolding
(bookmark this)

jj