Now wakes a path between the oaks, now falls a spell of dove and frog, and stones dream of their mountain clans and each stick breaks to hear its name. Now light edges creek and water appears as a quick coin trick or silk pulled from a funnel of months, now behind us, at last, and shade and sky fill the mirror moving from next to next. Now do you see there is no stillness to this world? Even in sleep a seed is knitting its breach from the dark and the body hums on the march to becoming less and right now words depart then arrive, like a brush returning to a well of colour. Emma Trelles
I just moved & I am still unpacking & getting settled. I wanted to be able to do a poem everyday for #NationalPoetryMonth & #NaPoWrMo but there’s a problem with my printer so I can’t print anything out. Nor can I scan anything I write by hand. I’m really sorry about that but this is how it is. I had to be out by the first of May & my attitude was, why wait? I found a place that had immediately occupancy & I took it. & nowadays, there’s not a whole lot of places available. So I’m thankful.
Other news: I had to put down Jack, my oldest cat. I plan to write a essay about him in the near future & post it here. I really miss him. He was SO sick … he was using the litter box but missing half the time & he was crying all the time & his fur was F*d up & I could tell that he was not going to last much longer. Plus he smelled bad. He smelled like he had something seriously wrong with him. If you hang out with animals, you know what I mean. He wasn’t right. & he wasn’t going to get any better.
I REALLY MISS HIM. He was such a grand big old cat, a Buddha of a cat. I will NEVER forget him but then … I haven’t forgotten any of my pets. But what I really miss about Jack was his presence. Like I said, he was a Buddha of a cat. He would just sit there & be mellow. Well … until these last few months. He just cried all the time. He never used to cry. I knew he was ready to go. It wasn’t an easy decision but I am not one to keep an animal alive when he’s suffering. It’s not about me. It’s about my beloved pet. I didn’t want him to cry anymore.
Thanks for hanging in there with me & I will be back to my old self within a few days.
Love to all,
Degas has always been a great favorite of mine.
The French painter and sculptor Edgar Degas (1834-1917) is considered one of the founders of the Impressionist movement.
His father expected him to study law, for which Edgar had no enthusiasm. He dropped out of law school to enroll in the École des Beaux-Arts. He intended to become a historical artist, and studied the classical techniques.
Degas enjoyed going to the Louvre and copying the work of the masters. It was there that he is said to have met Édouard Manet, one of his influences. Soon he gave up painting historical scenes in favor of depictions of contemporary life. In 1868 painted his first painting with a ballet theme, a subject with which he will forever be identified.
In 1872 he visited relatives in New Orleans, and while there produced a…
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I find this quite interesting. I always liked Prince Philip.
~~April 17, 2021~~
PRINCE PHILLIP’S PERSONAL TOUCHES
I watched from beginning to end. I have it recorded to watch again later. I could discern some details but this explains it so much better.
I love the pagentry … I’m fascinated by the Royal Family – gossip, drama, trauma and all. He wasn’t a saint, he was cantakerous. People whove passed are generally portrayed ‘better’ than they really were and it may be the case here. Still there’s no denying his influence and his historical importance.
The more you look, the more you learn.
Rest in Peace!!
The Duke of Edinburgh has been laid to rest in an intimate funeral at St George’s Chapel at Windsor Castle
The Dean of Windsor paid tribute to Prince Philip’s “kindness, humour and humanity” during the ceremony.
The congregation wore masks and was socially distanced in line with Covid rules, with…
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It’s another chilly Saturday here in Buffalo & the cats are sleeping together on James’ bed. They’ve been really upset with all the packing going on here. They know what moving is all about & they all hate moving.
This may be the last time you see these three cats together. Jack has become quite sick & is going to the vet on Wednesday. He’s at least fifteen years old & hasn’t been in the best health for a while now. So I’m prepared for the worst.
photograph © polly macdavid 2021