Friday, July 3, 2015

We are

[His] magnificent baritone was not merely a voice. It was an orchestra of enormous range and power, its graceful sound seemed to linger on for millions who had heard it on film and stage. Homer must have known someone very much like Richard Burton.
~Gerald Clarke

Can "to be" be a poem? Watch how Richard Burton says it and let me know what you think. I'm also sharing his reading of a ghazal by James Elroy Flecker.

One more quote:
You may be as vicious about me as you please. You will only do me justice.
~Richard Burton

Mainely Write has the Poetry Friday round-up today.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Ah, Paris!

He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo.
Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic.
Nothing is more sublime.
~Victor Hugo

Art Thursday today is dedicated to a German artist's renderings of Paris. Thank you, Brigitta, for giving me permission to share these!

Morning Hope
by Brigitta, Tubidu Graphics

Winter in Paris
by Brigitta, Tubidu Graphics

Boulevard de Magenta
by Brigitta, Tubidu Graphics

Night Walking
by Brigitta, Tubidu Graphics

Paris Rooftops
by Brigitta, Tubidu Graphics

Midnight in Paris
by Brigitta, Tubidu Graphics

The Red Curtain
by Brigitta, Tubidu Graphics

Pont Alexandre III
by Brigitta, Tubidu Graphics

One more quote:
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
~Ernest Hemingway

Friday, June 26, 2015

Dancing Margaret

Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.

Today's poem style was inspired by Nikki Grimes' challenge at Michelle's blog.

When I was thinking about writing a poem for Margaret Simon for the Summer Poem Swap, I could have focused on a word that related to her as a teacher, mother, sister, wife, daughter, poet. Margaret lives all these roles with verve. But the word that appealed to me for Margaret was "dance."

Background from Mayang's Free Textures
Thanks, Elena

Carol's Corner has the Poetry Friday round-up.

* Integrating Poetry and Dance (lesson plan, high school)
* More lesson plans integrating dance and language arts (K-12)

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Dragons and Damsels

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragonfly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky.
~Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Do you know the difference between dragonflies and damselflies? Sometimes they are both referred to as "dragonflies," so it can be confusing. Damselflies have very slender bodies and their wings are together (closed) when they are resting. Dragonflies' wings are outstretched at rest. The San Diego Zoo has a page about them.

Eine Libelle - A Dragonfly - Libélula - Libellule
K. Günter Sturm

Skimming over my wife's flowers
by Joel Haas, sculptor

The Dragonfly
by Gustave Moreau

Dragonfly Insectothopter
Developed by CIA’s Office of Research and Development in the 1970s, this micro Unmanned Aerial Vehicle (UAV) was the first flight of an insect-sized aerial vehicle (Insectothopter).

Dragonfly 1
by Dave Emerson

by Dan Machold
Taken at the Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center, Austin, TX

Art car, Seattle, Washington
by Joe Mabel

One more quote:
Clouds of insects danced and buzzed in the golden autumn light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds. Long glinting dragon-flies shot across the path, or hung tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies.
~Arthur Conan Doyle

Citizen Science in the Classroom: Monitoring Dragonflies
Migratory Dragonfly Partnership

Monday, June 22, 2015

Joy Williams

I heard your voice sing like heaven's choir
Gathered up my fears and threw them in the fire
~Sweet Love of Mine

I was sad when The Civil Wars broke up. They were so good together! But I guess only for us, not for them. Joy Williams, half of The Civil Wars, has some new music, which I am sharing today:

Friday, June 19, 2015

Claudia Emerson

Claudia Emerson
The University of Mary Washington
(my alma mater)

Isn't that a great smile? I was prompted to share a poem by Pulitzer-prizewinner Claudia Emerson today by my older daughter, who was reading Late Wife and said, "Listen to her description of a turtle!" ("All is defense: the mud-covered shell, the ragged blade of the mouth, /the head thicker than your clenched fist.") I am sad to say that Ms. Emerson died last year at the age of 57.

Great Depression Story
by Claudia Emerson

Sometimes the season changed in the telling,
sometimes the state, but it was always during

the Depression, and he was alone in the boxcar,
the train stalled beneath a sky wider

than any he'd seen so far, the fields of grass
wider than the sky. He'd been curious

to see if things were as bad somewhere else
as they were at home. They were—and worse,

he said, places with no trees, no water.
He hadn't eaten all day, all week, his hunger

hard-fixed, doubled, gleaming as the rails. A lone
house broke the sharp horizon, the train dreaming

beneath him, so he climbed down, walked out,
the grass parting at his knees. The windows

were open, curtainless, and the screendoor,
unlatched, moved to open, too, when he knocked.

read the rest here


Two more:

Spring Ice Storm
Animal Funerals, 1964


Mary Lee at A Year of Reading has the Poetry Friday round-up. We are on the road today, but I look forward to catching up with the round-up over the weekend.