~~~Visual Arts COOL DOWN Wednesday~~~Joe Average and Graffiti Art

Joe Average

"This above mural is located at the south foot of Anderson Street at W. 4th Avenue, near Granville Island. The mural was painted by Larissa Healy (lead artist and Sauteaux native), Bill St-Jean (Coast Salish native from the Squamish Band), Corey Hunter (Haida native and Bill Reid's nephew) and Amie Milot. The mural is a Haidagwaii design depicting the raven"

Love this style of art...I once had a potato-sack bag given to me by my sister who had just taken their mgb midget out west on their honeymoon. It was an Eagle Haida. I love how the Haida paint the inside spirit of the creatures they paint, like a whale as well. The entire BC lifestyle is pretty laid back, Vancouver being the most popular and considered the best city to live in according to surveys. Joe Average grew up in BC born on Vancouver Island which is a pretty nice place to live. Temperate weather, art galleries, Victoria with it's Victorian ambiance.

I think it is the CP Hotel (another similar Hotel in Banff, on Lake Louise is the most incredible colour of blue (turquoise). The mountain goats and wild flowers. One day I want to take the train out there but not in the winter. The Kicking Horse Pass and the other Pass are amazing. I like the strong coffee that sells here. Nanaimo, BC makes really good Nanaimo bars; a little too sweet for my taste however. We shall have to go to Victoria and have a spot of tea on day. Duncan BC looked like a lovely place to live, and I was dreaming about an apple orchard there with an ancient house there. Pretty expensive however! One is allowed to dream!



"Rims" Graffiti Artist

I found out a little bit about the Graffitt Art culture. It is a street culture, of course sometimes (almost inevitably) gangbangers involved, but sometimes just the lone wolf artist. I feel I need to learn a lot more about this subject, and do know that "tag" art has to do with an artist who uses their name in an calligraphic/artistic way, almost marking their territory. There is much rivalry between graffitti artists and is a world wide phenomena. I couldn't believe the amount of available artist supplies. I was sort of turned off by the FCC's in the paint so I never got into it that much, like not at all. Although I remember "Dave Has Big Balls" underneath a bridge I passed each day. I think it is covered now. I remember of course, "Kilroy was here". Did anyone ever attribute this to an original "Kilroy" maybe the first Graffiti tag ever.

"Herezy" Graffiti Artist

This reminds me of the Flying Nun! I like this!
http://www.bombingscience.com/index.php/gallery/viewThumbs/artist/3258

I have always thought Joe Average's art really cool, sort of like Peter Max. So I thought I post his work here for today's Visual Arts Wednesday. Joe is from Vancouver B.C. Yes, I am on the BC theme lately. There is some interesting mural art in Vancouver from the Haida,

Not sure of the copyright infringement of Grafitti art, however I am posting here anyway (hope no gangbers).

Some question the viability of Graffiti arts. Many famous artists started this way. Basquiat in NY and Joe Average in Vancouver who has a graffiti-like mural style and then the northwest native style mural art which I really enjoy. I think Graffiti Art can be grafted or drafted into the Visual ARts experience. There is a place for this stuff!
http://www.daveyd.com/historyofgraf.html

http://www.treicdesigns.com/graffitibouquet.html

http://vancouver.ca/engsvcs/streets/graffiti/




http://www.artquotes.net/masters/basquiat-quotes.htm

jj

~~~~Poem A Day Emily Dickinson~~~ "A sepal, petal, and a thorn - " 19/1775

Caper thorny plant

Rose Thorny plant "Rosa gallica Evêque, painted by Redouté"

A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn —
A flask of Dew — A Bee or two —
A Breeze — a caper in the trees —
And I'm a Rose!

Emily Dickinson

http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Author:Emily_Dickinson/Index/1-99

Refreshingly short poem today! (thank goodness I hear you mumble through the airwaves). Not to worry! I love the innocence in Emily's poetry. Seemingly naive in nature but oh so rich in spirit; this woman knows how to appreciate the small things in life that makes life so rich!

The rose's thorn is also significant as Christ wore a crown of thorns during Crucifixtion station of the cross. So Emily is seeing this in her Rose, rather than merely seeing the rose as an object; more the rose is a conveyance of the rich spirit world which Emily embibes daily.

A caper, interestingly enough is a thorny bush. So there is this pleasant atmosphere, "the breeze" "the petal" and then there is this harsh world "caper bush", stinging bee (maybe) or buzzing anyway, (actually not sure of the intate nature of Emily's bee as per Emily's personal lexicon" however, it may be that the bee is a symbol of royalty and Emily feels this royalty of the Christ in herself and in nature all the time. Many of her poems have these symbols recurring.

The triade "sepal, petal and a thorn" and then "a flask of Dew (why capitalized? another intrinsic, personal lexicon symbol as per Emily's language), A Breeze (light sounding) and "a caper in the trees". Did Emily hurt herself upon the caper bush (brambles?). This so suddenly made her become the pain of Jesus' passions? This may be...A

Here in "A sepal, petal and a thorn" Emily is conveying here observant nature of Nature. Summer being the theme here, synchronistically enough, and it is a "common summer's morn" if there is such a thing as "common" perhaps Emily meant a regular morning, seeing as each summer day tends to blur, the same birds singing the same droning cicadas, the same dulling heat. I tend to glorify in this, as it is so beautiful with the warm breezes and warm summer rain.

Nonetheless Emily is looking upon a flower; a rose. Rose has a myriad of possible symbolism, in particular Rosecrucian or Christ figure. Suddenly, Emily has a transformational or "transcendental" moment and transforms spiritually in this rose. She becomes what she sees and experiences; there is no differentiation between animal, plant and human. Emily is the embodiment of Christ is what I believe this poem may be saying which does play out time and time again in her poems. I sense that Emily sees herself as a "Christ figure", as to why, I am not sure; perhaps her keen spiritual nature, or religious upbringing.

"A flask of dew" could represent the Holy Grail or cup of blood reference, seeing as the rose is red, as blood is red, as the shed blood is red. And all this happens in the common place time of Emily's world. Simply Amazing!


Chiccoreal channelling a poem or two in the vien of Ms Emily's once Lived Life Now for sake of posterity and always. An aside; Interesting that both plants have thorns on them; one beautiful to look at; and one for eating. Emily could have been collecting these and did prick herself and did remember immediately he connection to "the rose" at this time. I wonder...

Pain Begets The Dew

As given
so owed or bodies
ransom handsomely
paid in full
in memory of
the to become
one
love
to become the rose
that grows
by our sandalled feet
pedals sepal and thorn
each parts each one
created for us
in the memory of
the One who came before
the pain he bore
for us
our transgressions
to transform
transcend
transfigure
to light being
from
all this matter
to become once more
like
the rose
of Sharon
than ever
before
this gaves us
a caper
as the Host
Manna From Heaven
given freely in this way
kept supplanted in our souls
replanted in the garden
food for the spirit
always awakens
the sleeping human souls
so as this
fruit of the thorny vine
bittersweet
Heaven and Earth meet
This Rose
This Day
This Life is Ours
To Share
so we may
fully
live
to
a purposeful
life
in the Spirit of
love

jj

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caper
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rose

~~~Emily Dickinson Poem A Day Plus~~~"The Gentian weaves her fringes - " 18/1775

Bobolink Bird


Genetian Flowering and many specied Plant
The Gentian weaves her fringes —
The Maple's loom is red —
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.

A brief, but patient illness —
An hour to prepare,
And one below this morning
Is where the angels are —
It was a short procession,
The Bobolink was there —
An aged Bee addressed us —
And then we knelt in prayer —
We trust that she was willing —
We ask that we may be.
Summer — Sister — Seraph!
Let us go with thee!

In the name of the Bee —
And of the Butterfly —
And of the Breeze — Amen!

Yes I suppose summer is getting "long in the tooth" when the genetian plant weaves her "fringes". Of course you need to know a thing or two about Plant Sciences like Ms Emily to understand the nature of this poem. I am still stuck on "obviate" obviously! In grammar it is the "four person". Well this is interesting, and much more compacted intelligence than I originally thought.

This poem is about the end of Summer as a funeral march by the various personified animals and plant species adored and observed by Ms Emily Dickinson.

I have included references to the words with which I was not familiar, as well as a really cute picture of a Bobolink! I have never actually seen a Bobolink. I wonder if they are almost extinct now like the birds I never see anymore but I always use to hear them as a child at sunrise and sunset; the Whippoorwill. These are stunning birds the Bobolinks! I thought maybe Ms Emily was talking about a Bobcat! We have a bear in our woods so I was up most of the night trying to catch a glimpse of the bear that drags our garbage pail into the woods late each evening. I am a zombie today. I will try to a "go" at a Miss Emily inspired by poem verse today.

Think I will have to come back and re-fringe this one as well. Must be midsummer and soon we will see those genetian fringes turn and we'll know...autumn is on it's way! Noooooo....not so soon. That's ok, the crimson is really to die "for". (dangling participle!) Does anyone know what Ms Emily is referring to by the word; Oblivate? It is a stumper for me this a.m.! (well early afternoon now!)...got too much work to do today, dang!


Chiccoreal's Channeled and Inspired Poetry

Bobolink!!!

Oh Bobolink
You do such a fine job
Of reminding us
Like the Genetian fringe
Party
That we're in a procession
Too
And we are drumming to the beat
of our own Season's Farewell Soon
As the all things
Start to turn turn turn
There is a season turn turn turn
Let not that dampen my parade
Enjoy my funeral Buzzing Bee!
Summer's almost gone
and so are yea
Begone Bee Begone!

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


General
Gentians have opposite leaves that are sometimes arranged in a basal rosette, and trumpet-shaped flowers that are usually deep blue or azure, but may vary from white, creamy and yellow to red. Many species also show considerable polymorphism with respect to flower color. Typically, blue-flowered species predominate in the Northern Hemisphere, with red-flowered species dominant in the Andes (where bird pollination is probably more heavily favored by natural selection). White-flowered species are scattered throughout the range of the genus but dominate in New Zealand. All gentian species have terminal tubular flowers and most are pentamerous, i.e. with 5 corolla lobes (petals), and 5 sepals, but 4-7 in some species. The style is rather short or absent. The corolla shows folds (= plicae) between the lobes. The ovary is mostly sessile and has nectary glands.

Obviate (abbreviated obv) person deixis is a grammatical person marking that distinguishes a non-salient (obviative) referent from a more salient (proximate) referent in a given discourse context. The third person obviative is sometimes referred to as the "fourth person." [1]

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobolink

Bobolink

Conservation status

Least Concern (IUCN 3.1)
Scientific classification
Kingdom: Animalia

Phylum: Chordata

Class: Aves

Order: Passeriformes

Family: Icteridae

Genus: Dolichonyx
Swainson, 1758
Species: D. oryzivorus

Binomial name
Dolichonyx oryzivorus
(Linnaeus, 1758)

Approximate distribution. blue: breeding; ochre: nonbreeding
The Bobolink, Dolichonyx oryzivorus, is a small New World blackbird and the only member of genus Dolichonyx.

Adults are 16–18 cm (6–8 in) long with short finch-like bills. They weigh about 1 ounce (28 g).[1] Adult males are mostly black, although they do display creamy napes, and white scapulars, lower backs and rumps. Adult females are mostly light brown, although their coloring includes black streaks on the back and flanks, and dark stripes on the head; their wings and tails are darker. The collective name for a group of bobolinks is a chain[2].

Their breeding habitats are open grassy fields, especially hay fields, across North America. In high-quality habitats, males are often polygynous. Females lay 5 to 6 eggs in a cup-shaped nest, which is always situated on the ground and is usually well-hidden in dense vegetation. Both parents feed the young.

These birds migrate to Argentina, Bolivia and Paraguay. One bird was tracked flying 12,000 miles (19,000 km) over the course of the year, and up to 1,100 miles (1,800 km) in one day.[1]

They often migrate in flocks, feeding on cultivated grains and rice, which leads to them being considered a pest by farmers in some areas. Although Bobolinks migrate long distances, they have rarely been sighted in Europe—like many vagrants from the Americas, the overwhelming majority of records are from the British Isles.[citation needed]

Bobolinks forage on, or near the ground, and mainly eat seeds and insects.

Males sing bright, bubbly songs in flight; these songs gave this species its common name.

The numbers of these birds are declining due to loss of habitat. In Vermont, a 75% decline was noted between 1966 to 2007.[1] Originally, they were found in tall grass prairie and other open areas with dense grass. Although hay fields are suitable nesting habitat, fields which are harvested early, or at multiple times, in a season may not allow sufficient time for young birds to fledge. This species increased in numbers when horses were the primary mode of transportation, requiring larger supplies of hay.

nb: This is an interesting aside (and another Bobolink poem as per Emily Dickinson!

Media references
Emily Dickinson penned many poems about the bird, such as the following one:

The Bobolink is gone — The Rowdy of the Meadow —
And no one swaggers now but me —
The Presbyterian Birds can now resume the Meeting
He gaily interrupted that overflowing Day
When opening the Sabbath in their afflictive Way
He bowed to Heaven instead of Earth
And shouted Let us pray —
(The text follows R.W. Franklin's edition; the numbering is 1620 in Franklin's edition, while it is listed as 1591 in Thomas H. Johnson's.)

The bobolink is also mentioned in the song Evelina by Harold Arlen and Yip Harburg, from the musical Bloomer Girl:[3]
jj

ON THE POETRY BUS by Argent~~~ Dude Was A Dud~~~

Here's some fun for a midsummer poetry workshop; On The Poetry Bus illicits maybe illegally a host of wannabe's maybes. My poetry this week is a mix between the two forms today; the unrequitted love which I am too darn familiar and often focused upon (out damn spot) and the funny flappy slapstick! I find this poem funny; in hindsight of course!

I guess...Here go here;
http://argent-delusionsofadequacy.blogspot.com/2010/07/poetry-bus-tickets-go-on-sale.html" I say no more say no more."

My Dude Was A Dud

He looked so lovely
sitting there so randy
a right dandy dude
Oh my!
little did I know
I'd rob the cradle
yet lately
He'd become so rude
I thought him candy
but now I dont know
he seems so crude
always insulting
my every move

As I was always waiting
for such a man
who could take charge
and charge it
the whole light brigade
a valentine for keepsies
not on my life
not even in Ploughkeepsie NY
did he keep his promise
for me
this dude was a dud!

He came and went
like a revolving door
messing about
His boots dug deep on his walk about
and me, like Sylvia Plathe
thought she where's the revolver?
or at least a poet's modern-day gas oven
werent to be
Sylvia's mother said Sylvia is missing
left on the 9 o'clock train

Dang!
not quite the same thing
but big enough to fit
my swelled head tightly meshed
with the he of my dreams
the dreamboat!
said I was pretty
if not a ravishing beautiful
who could not help but float!

Yes he really went to my head
played me like a toy poodle
twirling my hair in tight love knots
why did he play with fire
he knew that I was always
considered a diploidiotic misfitmisses.

Since there was no such thing
back then in the day
as a gas oven big enough
to fit my potato-forned head
to shake and bake
those left over malformed cells
I'd thought that maybe
I'd use something other than
something more befitting
something a-Muse-ing after all
my Beguiling Wiles
said the stars were right tonight
so much to offer
so I thought
little knowledge did had I sought
or had access too, as well
the offer must have expired
the offer must have
bottomed out

although that night he might have said
sweet sixteen
coming on like a dream
that paradise lost
accept in Milton
since my valentine owned once
a tome or two
or croaked thrice
in the moonlight
the bewitching hour
upon the mantle'd placement
that magic moment
Midnight's Special Cluster

courting the fairies
the pinhole cameras
like Sprites turn on the night
flash strobe
Everywhere caught
a deer in the headlights
Eyes open wide

worth the time
seemed awhile to date
So oh dear dreary oh me
he certainly has no designs on me
just a way to pass the time
bored out of his mind
so alone naturally
alone when so in love
his emotions lands laid waste
never visited; often vacant

a dream
of what should be
if it could be
it would have been
never ever to be
Love Sure is Doggone for me
thought a younger version of me
second verse

a pinion I pined
for one more time
like you use to do
just hang out
at the house
next to me for awhile
i thought I caught your smile
i thought I knew yeah for a moment
and then..
you stayed
put
or played putt-putt
sat pretty
waiting for me to fall
not off that shelf again!

and all the while; it did take time
time your best friend if not the wife
i wanted to be
dreaming of a quick getaway
with someone new
lively and quick
how could i blame you
maybe I wasnt a good mate
although I thought that was all I could be
seeing as the dumbed down had quite an effect on me
other than that...
so the story goes
I thought you liked me?
(if not loved me?)
Why NOt?
Spill the beans
Hypo-Hippocrites!
What a dang-gun lie!

while all the while
who knew what you were doing
wish I had a camera on you
I could only fathom a guess
all your misgivings
was my thanksgiving
I was father-confessor
(remember the turkey baster?)
thanks to my crystal ball
balls falls!
I'd never be there
So I dreamed since a youth
one day
without the kids
I'd do it up right
but then again
are you happy with that ring
does it really sing
or just play out
the same old tune?
guys always seem to need variety
you think they were born in bred
in Vaudeville!

dangling so on the wall
the balls chimed
three bongs
from the gong
behind the clock
behind the wall
there was a piece of glass
was I ever a piece of class
or just a piece of crass
Maybe your name should be Rudy
or Kirky Hamilton
or Kirby Armstrong
All these boys
who knew how
to put me in my place
or did this have nothing at all
to do with it?
you were arranged? How?

the time was all I had
you split like
a bat out of hell!
Good riddance Fat Bat!

chasing those chasers
those who skirt the main issues
not hot rocks for me
or rocket science
while hickory dickory dock
ran up that incessant clock
those little chicadees
making issue with hatcheries
why did you fool pour old moi?
the class clown
soon to go down the drain?

where were you when I missed you
played like I dont care
so aloof
you goof!
while to the forest glen went I
pined in the woods for love
unrequitted (here is the prompt!)
and had none
had not any
not a one
sadly bereft of those missed kisses
from cousin divine
(its not what you think, I think?)
missed like misled
a missive
all those clams clammed up tighter
than tom thumbs you know what
important life events
gone like dinner
and so soon after
my graduation
you were too busy
bored of my boring life
or my wedding
are you kidding
you were suppose to be there
like the first born
takes the pirates lode

sure you were just awaiting
waiting in the wings
whilst (I know this)
those ladies in waiting
were no ladies at all
lounging like lounge lizards
in the hall
preemptive my program cancelled
whoop te do basil
you think I give it up
not on your life
would I ever say
go ahead have your way
and then dump me
like
the my dumpster dweller self
I am not that which you made me be
by proximity
or by proxy
how easy
to demote the thing in the way

hoping for a catch the wave
knowing what I know now
the sucker baits
are just small frys hoping to catch up
you were always looking at the greener grass
instead of considering me grass that was greenest
best grass in town
now that I got your attention
I dont got a nickel or dime
you're so out a here; when only a millionaire
will do
for you're living big now

for someone new to come along
snatched the catch with the crown
tossed this old once glad bag
now the old hag
Effecting Affectations of same
once upon a time
an ounce or pound of flesh
was really very shiny and new
considered now to be less than
the less one can do
thought in this way
so meted out flesh
isnt there a parable I could do for you
out like yesterdays trash
not stashed with the cash
so top drawer
secret worshipper
of the dollar bill
unbeknownst Saint of the Economy
Camel rider from Hell

As many medals I have won
Purple hearts I survived!
onto this chipped shoulder
no i wouldnt quite wink again
it didnt work, wouldnt work
the first time I went away
we're too much alike you and I
distant cousins with clout
That Lout!
did I ever
I never
even once even come
close
to figuring out
what exactly
what was it all about
all this stuff
behind the scenes
flying machines
wizards behind screens
declared
you were not right for me
(were you ever or just a friend of mine?)
strings pulled
Good Old Boys know
Women dont get it
Kept in the dark
Who marries Whom
A crap game at Caesars
Money marries money
and has got all the right stuff
or so it seems
to those who think they've got it
all in the bag
when Like
Tiger Woods
they have not

rather tagged me
too early
I hadnt much of a chance
not a right to say
you were bloody well right
you had a right to say
not much too much
or you'll give it all away
(you dont want that)
(you didnt want me)
Shouldnt you have said that
directly to me
A direct line to God-ot
1800CALL-Me-Free
my role in this drama
of you and me
is that you
never really knew me
never wanted to know the me
I could have been to you
if you had said ok
and that game
that I never ever really
ever got to play

You blew me off early
not early enough
for me to find out
what the heck were you thinking
I'd handle this stuff
pulled out the rug
and made me hang tough
thank god for latinos
to pick up the slack!

as your desire for twins
two degrees left of whoppers
smattering of showers
those pretty in pink
my eyes did fool me
to think
thinking all the time
all along
you couldnt possibly be
just chiding me along
playing me
I couldnt admit it
you could
i wanted to always say "not"
truth hurts
but I could have handle it
you killed me softly
with no song

As I question
long after never
in hindsight now
the long distant education
told me a thing or two
about love
real love
does not exist!
men in their need for greed
just go to the cash
or whatever seems likely to be the thing
that the other guys like
you see guys try to please other guys
just like women dress for other women
when we get this, I dont know
I got it; but what am I to do with this
stupid knowledge now?

Far from that
I always feared the worse
which made a great
self-fufilling prophesy
of my projection
but I projected the image of me
I got from you
and it wasnt much
you didnt
you couldnt
have
did you?
really?
marry...
a cousin
or some reasonable
facsimile?
Not to worry...I am so over the moon via the cow.

What games people play?
Albert Games...hmmm...
was that why I was never invited to
the wedding
never intended to marry
because being married means
cash cow
chattel
on stilettos
not that I feel that I wouldnt mind being a slave
or a genie
or something of a lesser god
that woulda suited you fine
but I'd have freaked out
all agitated
having this compass that points
to the Truth
not some runabout
but that is somehow what you wanted
to get back at me for taking to long
to accept my dingy role
buried alive
zombitized property
so you claim your degree
has so much supremacy over me

can claim that I
as a mere child to your adult brain
needs this straight jacket to tame
the shrewd shrew
cause you werent straight with me
no never ever
so it was fitting that you'd need
to straighten it out for me!
(somewhat!)

not worthy of your love
you say
so you'd punish me too
in many esoteric ways
what with all those other kinky things
undercover rubber and leather laced up
were you into all that or just
the other kind?
prisoner of love
boy did I figure you all wrong

didnt it or did it ever happen?
did you really find love?
then what was that you had for me
a reasonable facsimile (fax machine)
I just couldnt give you much more than enough
you wanted so much more than I had
you wanted another self
someone just like you
to hold onto
you need to let go of yourself
expand your wings and fly to a distant land
experience Cast Away
in the Casting Room
for a day
To know what you did
when you pulled out the Cooler
think about it~
a clone
of yourself!
and I guess
that really, I just wasnt much of anything
not like the one you traded up 4
I really wanted to do
you in a big way
but the tent
was never set up that way
why did i never figure this out
no wonder you left when i cant figure
a lie
but your lack of emotion for me
was the cincher
made me find those chachacha dance steps
that much faster!

excuse me for being
a living human being
because to you I was neither
or nor
I from the land of Nor?
Nothing I meant to you
Why didnt I see the signs on the wall
upwardly mobile climbers
are just wall climbers after all
respecting not the respecter of persons
as an individual with feelings
what's your opinion on the human race
so feelingless I doubt you ever have given
a second thought to my line of questioning
cause you always got a line or two to use
when in decline

respect I was not ever given
or considered primo
I was sure you hated me
what other reason would you have
for leaving
why did I try
to hold onto for so long
Your right
C'est les incompetent
i should have let go
years past the beginning!

Wait a minute
there's more to get off my chest
you're not getting off
the line of questioning
that'd be way too easy
you narcisstic sarcastic
latent turkey baster
third degree of thirty three
is that PiR2?
Empowerment means "keep em dumbed down?"
Managerial Lament
Amazing;
that's exactly how I felt!

as certainly you gave me this
back then
but I wont go into details
lucky for you
are you actually listening?
to a damn thing I say?
in one ear and out the other
that's where the earworms stay

As now I am mute to your insults
not to worry about the reboot
as I found a new tune
played over and over in the funhouse
Mickey Mouse's clone returned!

So who give a tinkers dam
worldwide who cares
do you
to hear my bitchin' bout the distant
past missing
missing in action
yes I was
missing clues all those naive years ago
yes I did
so what?
who cares?
I dont anymore
I am so immune to insults
I got this leather-bonded shield
I've got this injection of self-importance
the powerful elixir of love
smote me no more
I can honestly say with earnest
I dont need
any more insults


what you gave me
was nothing but a sham
what a shame!
what a shame
what a shame
Mickey Mouse meet Dr. Suess

Ah she's a
heavy metal hoser
dressed like that
cloned by PIN's
i once held tight
believing in something
i can say now
I ne'er knew yea
as your invoice
for mailorder bride
with millions and the degrees
and the perfect skin
to me meant
builtrite by harlot
all the same
just another
small minded
reminded
take your medicine
paybacks an itch
carbon copy
cut out in two by two
you
you
you
Now I made three!

mine may not
be quite right
yet
we're all alright here
so what's up yer kilt man?

you preferred dresses anyway
laughed at my behind the shelf
all the while I thought we were tight
then i found out
you didnt ever show your cards
should have given me a clue
held too tight to the chest
something was about to cave
and it was my broken heart
it smarts (and how!)
(boohoo)

that game you play
once upon a time
it gave way to another
cutting me off
like a forgotten tribe
as I came crashing down
all about the place

no more
lord it over
boy it's so over!
you no want this woman!
did you ever?
you never did
once ever think of me
no matter
I was scammed
by green eggs and ham

you got the touch
to trade-in
trade up
trader vics
was a bad wick

so to all those kind of guys
out there...
up to your spectacles
testicles,
pocket and watch
you're there where you wanna be
on my dusty old shelf
collecting memory stuff

so there you go
by little birdie
fly away...
fly away all
mean ol' men
with mean ol' men
agenda!
Begone!

jj

~~~Emily Dickinson Poem A Day Plus~~~"Baffled for just a day or two —"17/1775

ERATOS (ANCIENT GREEK MUSE OF LYRIC POETRY 2c Roman sculpture)



CALLIOPE (ANCIENT GREEK MUSE OF EPIC POETRY)


"Baffled for just a day or two —" by Emily Dickinson


"Baffled for just a day or two —
Embarrassed — not afraid —
Encounter in my garden
An unexpected Maid.
She beckons, and the woods start —
She nods, and all begin —
Surely, such a country
I was never in!"

Emily Dickinson

Well this is a stumper! Who is the "unexpected Maid" in Emily Dickinson's garden? Something, that maybe employed in the domestic services that probably is not human. Something which may be either plant or animal. I am thinking here, that this "maid" may be something that could be akin to, (I am pulling at strings here; please chip in when you want)it could be, yes, indeed, the Muses? Could the "unexpected Maid" be one of the seven oops nine Greek Muses (in particular I will go forehence to find out on Wikipedia). From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia...but hold on; from now I will kindly put all my significant references far below my preamble. Thank-you! I can get smitten with loads of data and I suppose you can too, and maybe not as appreciative of the dreary reams of papyrus here! Ok I leave off, on with the show!

I have found there are an awful lot of Muses of every kind and category imaginable! And of all different types and cultures. So to specify a "unexpected Maid" it could refer to Nature beckoning Emily and this particular Muse would be called Mother? Or Gaia? Was Emily indeed taking her Mother in the woods for a walk and decided to wax poetic? Or was it her best friend "Sue Dickinson nee Gilbert" who is now a "Maid", married to Emily's brother?

Nonetheless we are abit of a connundrum when we are trying to decipher Emily's poems. I am certain that if you do in fact know the backstory you will think me naive (what else is new?). I am only trying to make the point that there could be multiple meanings, for Emily's work, done, perhaps deliberately. And then again, there may be only one prevailing meaning with other lesser meanings surrounding the periphere. So here it is; Emily is dreaming again, thinking like Isadora Duncan the prima ballerina or Sarah Bernhardt (Emily's contemporary) being dramatic with ancient Grecian flare.

"she beckons, the woods start"

There must be a term for the above literary device! Which eludes me at this time; I think it may be(I made this up) "Psuedo Synomyomus" use of a word which sounds "sort of like" another word in a synomous way, but it is not exactly the same sound, but gives a sneaky reference to the other word as in this example. Emily made this meme! I have noticed that Emily employs this "yet to be named literary device" (unless you could please tell me this device's name?). To be further studied here! (obviously!) :()

In literature Emily Dickinson's advanced muse reference may be from her love of Shakespeare who quoted below loved to fancy the Muse in odd places (and many other things as well I am sure of this!);As if nine muses were not enough, there is a need of a tenth? I can see this! There is probably need for many more muses, maybe I will make up some more muses when I see fit or I have a fit! This is so much INFORMATION!

Shakespeare's Sonnet 38 invokes the Tenth Muse:[

"How can my Muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument?"

"Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate."

from William Shakespeare sestet

There are literally hundreds if not thousands of references to Muses in poems by famous poets that had inspired Emily Dickinson. As to her exact inspirational source, direct Greek literature undoubtedly played a significant role and perhaps the Romantic poets of her day. I would suggest more of an academic tendency for direct inspiration from Emily's intense Greek studies at Amherst College, MA. Let's go to Wikipedia and consider the mysterious 10th muse prescribed by Plato (the famous Ancient Greece philosopher);


"The "tenth Muse"
The archaic poet Sappho of Lesbos was given the compliment of being called "the tenth Muse" by Plato. The phrase has become a somewhat conventional compliment paid to female poets since. In Callimachus' "Aetia", the poet refers to Queen Berenike, wife of Ptolemy II, as a "Tenth Muse", dedicating both the 'Coma Berenikes' and the 'Victoria Berenikes' in Books III-IV. French critics have acclaimed a series of dixième Muses who were noted by William Rose Benet in The Reader's Encyclopedia (1948): Marie Lejars de Gournay (1566–1645), Antoinette Deshoulières (1633–1694), Madeleine de Scudéry (1607–1701), and Delphine Gay (1804–1855).

Anne Bradstreet, a Puritan poet of New England, was honored with this title after the publication of her poems in London in 1650, in a volume titled by the publisher as The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America. This also was the first volume of American poetry ever published.

Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, a Mexican poet, is well known in the Spanish literary world as the tenth Muse.

Gabriele d'Annunzio's 1920 Constitution for the Free State of Fiume was based on the nine Muses and invoked Energeia (energy) as "the tenth Muse". In 1924, Karol Irzykowski published a monograph on cinematography entitled "The Tenth Muse" ("Dziesiąta muza"). Analyzing silent film, he pronounced his definition of cinema: "It is the visibility of man's interaction with reality".

In The Tenth Muse: A historical study of the opera libretto Patrick J. Smith[15] implicitly suggests that the libretto be considered as the tenth muse. The claim, if made explicit, is that the relation of word and music as constituted by the libretto is not only of significant import, but that the critical appreciation of that relation constitutes a crucial element in the understanding of opera.


Is Emily saying "she beckons, the 'words' start". Infering the fact that the Muse of the Woods or Mother Gaia Earth or Mother Gaia muse as Sue Dickinson nee Gilbert invokes the poetry muse named: Calliope. The Muse of Epic Poetry or Erato the Muse of Lyric Poetry and Song (thus the Lyre; a string instrument; makes me want to take up guitar all over again!)

Wonders why Emily did not mention this name; maybe due to the fact Emily is trying to incorporate the her personalized world in Amherst MA with the world stage of erudite literatae. There is a huge gap in this understanding as how Emily humbly accepts her humble surrounds and uses her surrounds as a direct source and inspiration for her poetry.

Somethings that appear simple or objects that appear smaller maybe looming larger in Emily Dickinson's poems. So few words, so much possible reference and inference. Please continue reading the PoemADay series and enjoy the unravelling of the Emily Dickinson poetic mysteries! This gives me an idea (yah, I know, it's been done!).

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

"Emblems of the Muses
Muse Domain Emblem
Calliope Epic poetry Writing tablet
Clio History Scrolls
Erato Lyric poetry Cithara (an ancient Greek musical instrument in the lyre family)
Euterpe Music Aulos (an ancient Greek musical instrument)
Melpomene Tragedy Tragic mask
Polyhymnia Choral poetry Veil
Terpsichore Dance Lyre
Thalia Comedy Comic mask
Urania Astronomy Globe and compass

Please enjoy some further studies in the classic perusage of the Muse in poetic history; the great writers/poets of fame;

Homer, in Book I of The Odyssey:
"Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns
driven time and again off course, once he had plundered
the hallowed heights of Troy." (Robert Fagles translation, 1996)

Virgil, in Book I of the Aeneid:
O Muse! the causes and the crimes relate;
What goddess was provok'd, and whence her hate;
For what offense the Queen of Heav'n began
To persecute so brave, so just a man; [...]

(John Dryden translation, 1697)
Catullus, in Carmen I:
"And so, have them for yourself, whatever kind of book it is,
and whatever sort, oh patron Muse
let it last for more than one generation, eternally."
(Student translation, 2007)

Dante Alighieri, in Canto II of The Inferno:
O Muses, O high genius, aid me now!
O memory that engraved the things I saw,
Here shall your worth be manifest to all!
(Anthony Esolen translation, 2002)

John Milton, opening of Book 1 of Paradise Lost:
Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse, [...]

William Shakespeare, Act 1, Prologue of Henry V:
Chorus: O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

Geoffrey Chaucer, in Book II of Troilus and Criseyde:
O lady myn, that called art Cleo,
Thow be my speed fro this forth, and my Muse,
To ryme wel this book til I haue do;
Me nedeth here noon othere art to vse.
ffor-whi to euery louere I me excuse
That of no sentement I this endite,
But out of Latyn in my tonge it write.

jj

Chiccoreal aka logb aka Jane Jones aka Virginia Whitley (when the Muse is really bangon!)

Muse Offering "On Emily's Wings"

Oh wither go the Muse
Mind's abuse
That plagues my earthen mire
desiring that which snares
bares forth no fruit
brings back that
winged creature
in full
flight
afrightful
afear not the dreaded
sight

That did dieth
upon my tableau
below dungeons and dragons lair
seeking that which appears not
to surface as soon as it ought

Away then
go into the heaven'ly domains
Find the capture time
to tame the Spirit
of Lustfulness
dusting off the carapace
(I knew I'd use this word, somewhere, sometime...again!)

O' Heav'n and Earth
dipping low this
Midsummer's night
The drinking gourd
gives birth in Virgo
as Leo contemplates
the next place
sup to devour

Low behold
Love's delight
in the glimmering starlight
a poem sent
from Heav'n above
unfurls
Inspired by
The Great
The Poet's Muse
Ms Emily
bemused
The Lyrics' wood
Her scullery Maid?
Made good word.

jj

Addendum: I just thought of something else; Emily Dickinson was going through a dry phase and all she had to do was walk through the woods and viola! Words flowed like the (name river here)rivers of MA. Indeedy! Yes! What do we call this? An artists dry spell? Any other names for this; (sure there are hundreds just got to do the domestic scene so cant spend all day on this if you)My dry spell wants to go to the desert and do some art as per Georgia O'Keefe or something like that...yah, It is more than a seven year itch for the now 10 muses! Wonders if old dead poets become muses unbeknownst? Anyone belief in reincarnation out there? Apparently there were some mention of it in the Dead Sea Scrolls. Slump? Anyone? Sapless Time; Eclipse, Blanky Blank? Doldrum disease? Dangnabit! Phaseneutral? Duhsville Time? Clanging Bell at Night Keeping YOu Up All Night, All Nighters, I've Got A Headache, MungyFinger Disease...Oh this is just getting silly! Ciao!

jj




The Muses Clio, Euterpe, and Thalia, by Eustache Le Sueur courtesy Wikipedia.com re Muses

~~~Emily Dickinson~~~Poem-A-Day~~~"I would distil a cup",

I would distil a cup,
And bear to all my friends,
Drinking to her no more astir,
By beck, or burn, or moor!

Emily Dickinson

Don't be fooled by a poem with such seemingly overt abbreviation! This is a long post for such a short poem!

Today's poem is short and sweet. What I love about Emily Dickinson is her natural ambiance; Miss Emily writes words so effortlessly, pure flow of conscienceous. Just like I use to do before my keyboard went Qwerty I mean Querky or slightly tense than relaxed as to make one go SQuirky when I am know going backward speech mode aka dyslexic or is this just my tendency to see things backwards as I was born during an electro-magnetic flux of some reverse anomaly which would explain MOST DYSLEXICS, maybe? So like that play "You were born on a rotten day" You Were Born On A Rotten Day because the electro-magnetic field reversed and you are born neuro-mechanically backwards. Huh. It could happen!

Back to the poem; "I would distill a cup"

Emily likes "calm" waters, as astired waters are emotional waters and she wants calm and serenity in the "astir waters" or "azure waters". Many possible meanings here (see below). Jesus did calm the stirred waters and could walk on these calmed waters (New Testament). There is undoubtedly Biblical reference in this poem as to this phenomena.

There are a lot of double entendres or double meanings behind some of the words in Emily's poem today. "Astir" can mean something is stirring or astir. Simple meaning here. However, if you look up the word "astir" you will find a phalanx of multiple meanings mostly of historic significance in the mythology department of which Emily is well-versed. So her "simple" poem is not so "simple" after all, if you consider the many deep meanings she has woven into a single word! And on purpose!

For example; look at the word "astir"; here are some examples of the possible meaning;

Here is the regular meaning for "astir"

a·stir (-stûr)
adj.
1. Moving about; being in motion.
2. Having gotten out of bed.

The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition copyright ©2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Updated in 2009. Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.


Seriously I do believe that Emily is saying how much her heart is "astir" when her friends are around; maybe it is that simple, however, there may be more meanings, given the many allude to and direct references to Greek allegory. Maybe Emily was contemplating these famous Greek islands, as she was wont to fantasize about foreign lands. Although steeped, steamed and streamed in the surrounds of Amherst, Emily MAY HAVE been reaching beyond her breadth and grasp and had a foray into the imaginative lands of Greece for a "mental holiday"? Hey, it's possible, I do this? Don't you?

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
astir [əˈstɜː]
adj (postpositive)
1. awake and out of bed
2. in motion; on the move

http://www.thefreedictionary.com/astir

Fairly straight-forward! Now here are the more "mysterious and esoteric meanings" for astir"

astir of naxos which is an incredible Greek Island; light azure colour water

astir of paros which is another Greek island darker azure colour water

and then there is "astrid" which is a flower which may or may not have been a double-entendre meaning for Miss Emily.









What exactly is this "distilled" cup? Water which is distilled is boiled to boiling temperature first and it is then devoid of bacteria, the sediment tends to settle at the bottom of the cup and the oxygen is GONE! Distilled water is purified water and is used to clean wounds, etc. It has many medicinal uses. It is "inert" water. Flat water.

Wait a minute my subconscious intelligent ID says! "Let us not lean upon our own understanding" Let's get the goods from the "source"! So the source says go to Wikipedia again and look up the meaning of "distilled". (hey Physics class has been a good while ago for me now! Time for a refresher!) http://www.amherstbulletin.com/board/
http://www.heritagesurveys.com/amherst.htm (this has a good bit of history on Emily's Amherst MA)

Yet in the E.D. poem I see this "distilled" cup as a reference to Christ (again). I am wrong! It is about a stream if I had caught the last line first (see the dyslexia comes in handy in poetry);

"By beck, or burn, or moor!" E.D.

Ah-ha! Read the Wiki account of the above beck burn moor reference; it is not what I had originally thought. It is more of a reference to the natural forces in water or streams!

"A stream is a body of water with a current, confined within a bed and stream banks. Depending on its locale or certain characteristics, a stream may be referred to as a branch, brook, beck, burn, creek, crick, kill, lick, rill, river syke, bayou, rivulet, streamage, wash, or run. In some countries or communities a stream may be defined by its size. In the United States a stream is classified as a watercourse less than 60 feet (18 metres) wide. Streams are important as conduits in the water cycle, instruments in groundwater recharge, and they serve as corridors for fish and wildlife migration. The biological habitat in the immediate vicinity of a stream is called a riparian zone. Given the status of the ongoing Holocene extinction, streams play an important corridor role in connecting fragmented habitats and thus in conserving biodiversity. The study of streams and waterways in general is known as surface hydrology and is a core element of environmental geography.[1]"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/StreamThe Town of Amherst was founded in 1759 in Hampshire County of Western Massachusetts. It contains a land area of 27.7 square miles. The University of Massachusetts Amherst, Amherst College and Hampshire College all reside in Amherst. The total population as of the year 2000 was 34, 874 with 23,570 being UMass students. Amherst is bordered by Hadley to the west, Sunderland and Leverett to the north, Shutesbury, Pelham, and Belchertown to the east, and Granby and South Hadley to the south. It is 23 miles from Springfield, 18 miles from Greenfield, 50 miles from Pittsfield, 87 miles from Boston, and 157 miles from New York City.

HISTORIES OF THE TOWNS OF WESTERN MASSACHUSETTS

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Massachusetts Agricultural College, to become the University of Massachusetts Amherst


View of Amherst College grounds and beyond

The Town of Amherst was originally known as the Second Precinct of Hadley and by 1735 has begun to enjoy most of the prestige and responsibilities of an independent community. The date 1759 marked her recognition as a "district," with a name of her own. As a district, Amherst was entitled legally to all the privileges of township except that of sending a representative to the General Assembly of the Commonwealth; but under the stress and strain of the Revolutionary War, she was tacitly permitted, even encouraged, to exercise that prerogative as well.

The Stockbridge House on the University of Massachusetts campus, built almost certainly in 1728, is a dignified symbol of her colonial days. In it citizens met to lay plans for a village church, which was duly orgnanized in 1739, with a meeting house on the site of the present Octagon on the Amherst College campus. Amherst was spared most of the perils of Indian warfare. In fact, there is no evidence that Native-Americans ever lived within her borders; they undoubtedly preferred locations nearer the Connecticut River. Amherst does have two small streams, coursing through Factory Hollow and Mill Valley, streams which in early times provided water power for gristmills and sawmills. The little community was at this time largely devoted to farming, but there were two Amherst boys in the class of 1771 at Harvard, an inkling, perhaps, of her academic future.

So far as Amherst herself was involved, the Revolutionary War was neither destructive nor deadly. No Amherst acre was ravated, no Amherst soldier was killed. the village was torn by bitter dissension, however, due to the fact that many of the most influential citizens were Tories. This spirited division led, throughout the war, to local tension and strife. The Stockbridge House became, briefly, a detention camp for a few ouspoken "disloyalists."

By 1820, Amherst was well on her way toward becoming an educational center. Noah Webster was working on his dictionary, and was, moreover, a public-spirited resident. Nearly forty Amherst boys had been away at college: Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth, Middlebury and Williams. the "little red schoolhouses" were humming with spelling bees. And in 1814 Amherst had opened the first of her several private schools, Amherst Academy. The success and appeal of Amherst Academy were such that in 1821 enlightened citizens, after experiencing innumerable difficulties, launched a more ambitious and enduring educational enterprise, namely, Amherst College.

-Source: The Hampshire History 1662-1962, copyright Hampshire County Commisioners, Northampton, MA , 1964




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Springfield
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Wibraham


TOWNS OF FRANKLIN COUNTY IN WESTERN MASSASCHUSETTS Ashfield
Bernardston
Buckland
Charlemont
Colrain
Conway
Deerfield
Erving
Gill
Greenfield
Hawley
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Undoubtedly if Emily were still alive today (she is in Spirit) she would be involved in the above link. It is a fascinating study!

Hope you enjoy your distill water via Emily Dickinson today!

Chiccoreal's take on E.D. poem

Oh Emily
You want to stir something in me
Akin to Jesus
As friends
There is no need
to fear the wake
left behind
after the storm
when all is calm
once more.




jj


ps I tried to add more pics for your enjoyment; but unfortunately they would not d/l or load today! Why? I am not sure...must be some reMOTE problemo?

please come again! Everyday! A poem A day! By Emily Dickinson! Thank-you!

~~~Magpie #23~~~Firefighter HOT!!!~~~~a fractured poem

He was hot
Firefighter hot
Fire Engine Red HOT!!
What! With that hose!
a Cool promise
In a Steamy locker room hot!
Sweat streaming from
inbetween everything

6 foot four and built
Like a rock
Like a red brick house
"He's a Brick - House!"
Like a man after my own heart
He knew the groove tune!

Axe ready willing and able
to break down doors
to get to me!
Bounce a quarter off that muscle
My firefighter knew how
to put it out
and How!

He had an accent like Tom Jones
He had wavy dark hair
Slight sent o' musk
and Fresh!
Like Sea air with the Sky High Oxygen
Tank of a Man!
Something to be Thankful for...
EVER
My Main Man...Fire Main that is!

He had all the right moves
tonight the Night Moves
He came to my apartment
Like a shining night in ARmour
I was smitten with him
Soot-en too!

He quelled all anxietu
satisfied all hungry desires
Laid waste my unrequitted
passionate fires
I left on the stove
He put out my flame
as he came into my room
his eyes ablaze
with all that makes great
Firefighters Great

burning bright
like a tiger in the night
Oh those eyes!
Those "Come hither bedroom eyes"
Saying in his deep Barry White tone
"Come On Baby Light My Fire"
or was it Help me put "out this fire"?

As He doused my flame
This excellent excaliber extinguisher
Sprayed me with a cooling mist
from out of the bliss
Ahhhhh like a cucumber massage
or a icecube on
or dip in the pool
the knight in shining armour
Shone On
Just like
My Old Man and Me use to do
He always did now too
Yes, we use to
when we were hot
now
it's just
Too too Hot to Play
even with knowing
cool is just a spray away!

And then in a few days
He dutifully sent me
another Joe or
'Bill'
Along with a hot little note;
that to me
read something like
Baby "The Thrill Is Gone"
A Dear John as Jane Letter
Please Pay in 30 days
or else feel the Heat
all over again!
OhhOhhOhh BABY!!!
Hot Stuff!


( No NO NO!!! note the Firefighter version of the ChipnDales dancer! (did I do that?)...He did, he did, he did put out my fire, well sort of cause I sort of In the Heat of The NIght made this fantasy up!Yes, Yes, Certainly, The Calendars made me do it!

This is a true story! Honestly! there was an actual pizza box fire! Well my neighbour did! I saved the day, no he did! Just looking at him made me MELT!). btw WHY are fireman always such HUNKS!
(NOT COMPLAINING HERE!):)

jj