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Elizabeth Bishop is one of my favorite poets, a great influence on my writing. This poem is from The Art of the Sonnet, edited by Stephen Burt & David Mikics.
References
Bishop, Elizabeth. “Sonnet”. The Art of the Sonnet, edited by Stephen Burt & David Mikics. Cambridge, MA: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, 2010. page 337.
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“According to a 19th century legend, the Truth and the Lie meet one day. The Lie says to the Truth: “It’s a marvellous day today”! The Truth looks up to the skies and sighs, for the day was really beautiful. They spend a lot of time together, ultimately arriving beside a well. The Lie tells the Truth: “The water is very nice, let’s take a bath together!” The Truth, once again suspicious, tests the water and discovers that it indeed is very nice. They undress and start bathing. Suddenly, the Lie comes out of the water, puts on the clothes of the Truth and runs away. The furious Truth comes out of the well and runs everywhere to find the Lie and to get her clothes back.
The World, seeing the Truth naked, turns its gaze away, with contempt…
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The sad thing is, most people aren’t paying attention.
“America First” is a phrase first coined by NAZI sympathizers eighty years ago as a part of their isolationist rhetoric to prevent FDR from entering WWII and justify Hitler’s financiers attempted coup of the president of the United States.
The playbook is eighty years old.
In 1934 a special Congressional committee was appointed to conduct an investigation of a possible planned coup intended to topple the administration of president Franklin D. Roosevelt and replace it with a government modelled on the policies of Adolph Hitler and Benito Mussolini.
The Congressional committee discovered that some of the foremost members of the economic elite, many of them household names at the time, had indeed hatched a meticulously detailed and massively funded plot to effect a fascist coup in America. The owners of Bird’s Eye, Maxwell House and Heinz, among others, totaling about twenty four major businessmen and Wall Street financiers…
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It’s another quiet Saturday here at Chez Silverapplequeen & the younger kitties are sleeping in front of the heater vent underneath my desk. Jack, however, is sitting at the dining room table. (Yes, I have to vacuum off those chairs so guests don’t get covered in cat hair).
photograph © polly macdavid
Another cool form
Created by Sarah Rayburn, the novelinee is a nine-line stanza form derived from the Spencerian stanza but written in iambic pentameter or decasyllabic lines.
Rhyme Scheme: ababcdcdd
Example
Morning Tea by Jez Farmer
Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world. — T’ien Yiheng
The sparring kids are screaming through the house,
as mother sighs a weary wish for peace,
and casts an eye over her sleeping spouse,
the chores will have to wait for her caprice.
The brassy kettle boils in clouds of steam,
as dried old leaves let their essence fly free,
a china cup awaits her amber dream,
a drop of milk and silence she will see,
the world retreats into a cup of tea
If you’re into science fiction, fantasy & eroticism, you probably already know Luis Royo. I discovered his work through the Tarot (of course). His Dark Tarot is a favorite of mine.
He has an awesome website, complete with a full biography, a great gallery of his art, collaboration with other artists, merchandising, & more.
Link here ~~~~> https://www.luisroyo.com/en/
If you are into the tarot (or fashion) you will love this! Gorgeous!
Couture fashion meets tarot. A beautiful piece from the famous fashion house. Enjoy.
Love Jennifer x
love this
Some more Bernie Memes
One of the surprising highlights of the inauguration were Senator Bernie Sanders and his delightful mittens. Naturally they’re appearing all over the internet in the form of clever memes, so here are some of my favorites.
Sunday Sonnet
Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 88
A lonely walk across the old graveyard
With silent bones resting beneath the ground
Forgotten souls, no floral calling cards
The lives lived lost to the darkness of time
When history I know was here and now
Of Victorian streets coated in grime
And Shire horses powered the farmer’s plough
I ask has the world improved anyhow
Has living really changed in all that time
When it is love that makes the world go round
The power of love that will never change
And then and as now the living gets hard
The ways and hows have a different range
But the feelings of love, they are not strange
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