Monday, March 08, 2010
sonnets contain many metaphorical variations
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Saturday, March 06, 2010
Miss Muffett in a runaway ugly machine
The entire poem is available online in Google books. My favorite part:
... The black women in Newark are fine. Even with all that grease
in their heads. I mean even the ones where the wigs
slide around, and they coming at you 75degrees off course.
I could talk to them. Bring them around. To something.
Some kind of quick course, on the sidewalk, like Hey baby
why don't you take that thing off yo' haid. You look like
Miss Muffett in a runaway ugly machine. I mean. Like that.
So cool. After writing that poem Jones had his best-known play, DUTCHMAN, premiere at the Cherry Lane Theatre, in 1964. (Then he changed his name to Amiri Baraka)
So imagine my excitement when Cherry Lane offered NYCPlaywrights a bunch of free passes to Baraka's March 8th Master Class. It's not often you get to meet the author of one of your favorite poems.
I mean. Like that.
...Persistent algorithm of your life...
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Friday, February 26, 2010
Hot Man in Regency Period Clothing of the Week - February 26, 2010 edition
This isn't so much about the clothing although that's a nice cravat - but whoah, who knew that Gericault was the hotness? I'd rather gaze upon his self-portrait than The Raft of the Medusa!
All the fine arts are covered on this blog: It was good to see you again.
Labels: Hot Man in Regency Period Clothing of the Week, Sonnets
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Monday, February 22, 2010
Showmance
I love the term, though and plan to use it.
One of the actors had an hysterical story about a production of "The Nutcracker" that she was in, during which one of the female actors was having sex backstage with the actor playing the Nutcracker - in the magic sleigh that goes to Nutcracker land - while the guy was wearing the giant Nutcracker head. I fell on the floor laughing at the image - I am trying to convince her to write a monologue about it - if she doesn't soon, I will write the damn thing myself.
ah, memories...
Labels: Sonnets
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
I C U
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Methought I was enamoured of an ass!
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Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Latest from Literotica
You write well. For me, this means you create a tangible sense of setting and give a lot of color and detail around the characters. It draws me in. When you inject erotic situations into this mix, it is all the more arousing. In short, you get the imagination going and that drives everything else.
And, don't think I didn't notice the appearance of boots in this story. Hmm, I might have to wear some sexy boots
He also read my first Literotica story, hence the boots reference. And I think he's flirting with me.
Out of the blue, another sonnet.
Labels: Sonnets
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Friday, January 29, 2010
Hot Man in Regency Period Clothing of the Week - January 29, 2010
Here we see the hot Regency man very conspicuously displaying his hat label. This comes by way of the previously mentioned Oregon Regency Society. On their "description" page they rightly identify Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres as a prime source of Regency imagery. Although if I know my Ingres, this image, although interesting, and the guy is pretty cute (the outfit helps) is not by Ingres.
Well which will it be first: sonnet or Darlington?
Labels: Darlington Curse, Sonnets
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Saturday, December 05, 2009
If my sonnets...
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Wednesday, December 02, 2009
the popcorn - sonnet simile
Sonnets are like popcorn - just when you think your popcorn is all done, one or two more kernals will pop.
literarily speaking...
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
O muse
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Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sneaky sonnet
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Mystical phenomena
I've had a few sort of mystical, or at least weird unexplained-phenomenon type experiences with men. The first was when my boyfriend John and I were kissing - we were in our early 20s and we both suddenly felt that we were reading each other's minds. We both said it, right after the kiss: "I felt like I was reading your mind!"
Then there was the strange incident of the death of Earl Rich. Earl was not my boyfriend, but I felt a connection to him - a friend used the term "soul mate", and the morning he died I felt like I heard somebody calling to me "Nancy, Nancy.... good-bye." In fact I felt weirdly blue all that day and had a dream that night that somebody was trying to tell me something. I found out he died the next day - about 30 hours after it happened, but I had weird sad sensations - and never anything like that, before or since - during those 30 hours.
Then there's what happened a few years ago, as described in this sonnet.
Labels: Sonnets
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Monday, August 17, 2009
Sonnet Seduction
Brrrrring!
Harper Alcott looked up from her dog-eared copy of Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice, startled away from a particularly juicy fantasy involving herself and one Mr. Darcy.
“Okay, time’s up, people!” she shouted over the ringing of the school bell and a collective groan from her students. “Please leave your quiz on my desk. I’ll have them graded for tomorrow morning.”
The kids filed out one-by-one, and she mentally cursed their slow-footed, apathetic teenage selves at the moment. I have to get out of here, Harper thought as she hustled them out of her classroom like a madwoman escaping the asylum.
A grown woman of thirty-two, desperate to get to her mailbox for another taste of her secret admirer. Was she crazy... or just pathetic? Perhaps a bit of both, but the combination of a twelfth-grade English teacher’s avid love for a good romance and cryptic, daily love notes from a hidden paramour proved to be irresistible.
Her secret admirer does turn out to have excellent taste in clothing though...
Harper took one step and froze in place. Among the midst of variously dressed high school students bumping and grinding, there he stood head and shoulders above them. He sported an austere, black tailed overcoat, breeches with tall black boots, and dark, curling brown hair that barely touched his collar.
Rrrow, come to mama!
This sonnet, alas, is far from seductive.
Labels: Sonnets
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
some people love those sonnets...
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Why, man, they did make love to this employment
HORATIO
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to't.
HAMLET
Why, man, they did make love to this employment;
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow:
'Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.
NL8
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009
drowning in tears
As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.
'I wish I hadn’t cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.'
it's a common metaphor
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009
displacement is the new normality
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Friday, July 10, 2009
Age of Wonder
When Poets Were Scientists - a book review of "The Age of Wonder: How the Romantic Generation Discovered the Beauty and Terror of Science " by Richard Holmes.
Hey, doesn't coding in HTML and Javascript count???
New Leaf Sonnet #5
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Monday, July 06, 2009
sensible advice
Here is a good article: How to get over the silent treatment, especially this part:
Re-evaluate your relationship. Decide how important your friend is to you. If you are getting the silent treatment, your friend is probably emotionally immature. Adults are able to talk things out and communicate on an adult level. Ask yourself if this person is really worth keeping around. If you find that the answer is "No," survive the silent treatment by moving on.
Very sensible. Sonnets, however, are rarely sensible.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Of snakes and absolute gems
Sonnets are all well and good but really, I probably should look into a Zoloft prescription.
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
This was not supposed to happen
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
New leaf sonnet
Well this makes 5 days in a row I've posted sonnets... but I'm in a different mood now... time for a sexier sonnet.
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I'm an American artist and I have no guilt.
Wow, sonnet marathon. This one marks the fourth sonnet in four days. And I might like this one the best - I'm talking back to the forces of artistic suppression - the little suburban minds who think they can tell me what is appropriate to write about. The little shamers of this world - the ones who dabble in the arts but who don't have the soul of an artist.
Patti Smith's BABELOGUE:
I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.
Labels: Sonnets
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
On the banality of evil
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Monday, June 22, 2009
The Institute for Poetic Medicine
The only thing that can save the world is the
reclaiming of the awareness of the world.
That is what poetry does.
--Allen Ginsberg
Writing allows us to discover how vulnerabilities and strengths can co-exist, even thrive together. Poems can reveal deep insight and compassion. They can give voice to what is raw and wounded in your life and that honesty, creatively expressed and explored, can bolster and guide you through rough times. Your writing can transform you at profound levels.
web site
another sonnet..
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
I'm famous on the Internets
A "tribute" of sorts, to my sonnets has been posted on the Internets.
Here's a little sonnet dedicated to my fan club.
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Monday, June 15, 2009
Dream Sonnet 2
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Monday, June 08, 2009
unruly dreaming
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Thursday, June 04, 2009
Logistical sonnet
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Friday, May 29, 2009
Sounds of silence
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
wham bam
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Dreamland sonnet
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Friday, May 15, 2009
a bee or reverie
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Saturday, May 09, 2009
come here... I want to see you....
Alexander Graham Bell's notebook entry of March 10, 1876, describes the first successful experiment with the telephone, during which he spoke through the instrument to his assistant, Thomas A. Watson, in the next room. Bell writes, "I then shouted into M [the mouthpiece] the following sentence: 'Mr. Watson--come here--I want to see you.' To my delight he came and declared that he had heard and understood what I said."
Sonnets are also a form of communication...
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Thursday, May 07, 2009
Long ago...
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Sunday, May 03, 2009
New sonnet series
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Friday, May 01, 2009
How do I love thee?
From an analysis of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's sonnet 43 from "Songs from the Portuguese" ("How do I love thee, let me count the ways."):
"Sonnet 43" expresses the poet's intense love for her husband-to-be, Robert Browning. So intense is her love for him, she says, that it rises to the spiritual level (Lines 3 and 4).more here.
Some sonnets are not quite so spiritually elevated I'm afraid. That's what happens when you're leading a life of noisy desperation.
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
pm7
So he found his way into this sonnet.
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Monday, April 27, 2009
Poetry month Sonnet 6
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Friday, April 10, 2009
Happy sonnet anniversary
I can't believe it - tomorrow it will be one year since I started writing sonnets. I began writing out of complete desperation - I was battling depression and despair at the time, reeling for months after being suddenly cut off from someone I cared deeply about, at his choice, and for what I considered unjust reasons. Or perhaps the better word is unfair - I was no saint either, but I mostly acted the way I did due to extreme provocation. And I felt bad about it.
Sometimes I think that nobody in the theatre world but me is capable of feeling remorse or making an apology.
sigh
Anyway, I would probably never have written a sonnet without such circumstances, and although I don't claim to be a great poet, it's been a good literary exercise. And I am fond of some of them, especially the sexy ones, like this most recent one.
Tomorrow I will have to take stock of my sonnets and decide how I feel about them, maybe pick my favorite ones. I will post the results here.
Labels: Sonnets
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Wednesday, April 08, 2009
My heart quite fills me with astonishment...
My heart quite fills me with astonishmentIn its amazing stubborn persistence
Its foolish self-defeating discernment
And monomaniacal insistence
More of PM#4 here
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Tuesday, April 07, 2009
PM#3
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Friday, April 03, 2009
Living the sonnet life
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Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Happy National Poetry Month
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Friday, March 27, 2009
latest sonnet
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Friday, March 20, 2009
spring
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
Neo-pagan sonnet
In Roman mythology, Flora was a goddess of flowers and the season of spring. While she was otherwise a relatively minor figure in Roman mythology, being one among several fertility goddesses, her association with the spring gave her particular importance at the coming of springtime. Her festival, the Floralia, was held in April or early May and symbolized the renewal of the cycle of life, marked with dancing, drinking, and flowers. Her Greek equivalent was Chloris. Flora was married to Favonius, the wind god, and her companion was Hercules. Due to her association with plants, her name in modern English also means plant life.
Flora achieved more prominence in the neo-pagan revival of Antiquity among Renaissance humanists than she had ever enjoyed in ancient Rome.
Time for a neo-pagan sonnet
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Ooh lah lah Petite Sirah
Rosenblum 2004 Petite Sirah Heritage Clones - one of the best wines I've ever had. And such a bargain for the price.
Wine Spectator notes
Rated: 90
Delicious, with remarkable flavors. Smooth, rich and polished, with layers of huckleberry, blueberry and plum and a meaty-beefy-cola edge. Plush and saturated on the palate, coating the mouth, with an added tier of mocha and spice. Drink now through 2011. 9,587 cases made.
I like it so much I put it in this sonnet.
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Friday, March 06, 2009
Another sonnet
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Saturday, February 28, 2009
Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes?
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Resistance is futile
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Sunday, February 22, 2009
Yes, another one.
Yes another goddam sonnet.
It is not an easy life, to be the slave of an evil and relentless Muse, who keeps letting you believe you have defeated him, only to come back more domineering and heartless than ever, making you dream up sonnets on a topic you swore a million times you'd never touch again.
No wonder so many writers drink.
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Saturday, February 14, 2009
Because I am a goddam fool, utterly bereft of self control
Yes, a sonnet, yes on Valentine's day, because really, can one ever get enough self-loathing and humiliation?
A goddam sonnet that I wrote even though I should know better.
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Monday, January 26, 2009
Final NY sonnet
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Thursday, January 01, 2009
New Year, same old sonnets
I'm reasonably sure that the subject of my sonnets actually reads my sonnets - I've said as much in the sonnets themselves. How do I know? The mighty powers of deduction and web statistics - just ask Sherlock Holmes.
But if he does read them, then it's truly weird because he won't speak to me (or respond to emails.) Which is creepy, so I kind of hope it isn't him. How crazy would you be to care enough to read somebody's sonnets about you, but still not talk to the author. Unless of course you are such a gigantic egomaniac that you are obsessed with reading about yourself, even if the person doing the writing is dead to you. Talk about ghost writing!
Well my New Year's resolution is to keep writing sonnets but with a new subject. Right after this one.
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Friday, December 19, 2008
obscene sugar plums
Another damn sonnet. And yes, I really do need to get myself a real-live boyfriend soon.
NY Sonnet #3
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