posted by the other Joan @ 9:31 AM
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Red Queen Day
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Saturday, April 29, 2006
The Art for Today is: Revisionist History
I owe this one to my brother. He was the one who pointed out this was one of my mother’s great talents. The 180 degree twist. This is how we learned nuances, shades of gray, how to live with ambiguity. To take things with a grain of salt, to not believe everything you read, to be cynical and skeptical, to distrust lawyers and politicians.
There are people who are so caught up in the wrongs of the world that they get themselves into a philosophical depression. The ability to discern grayness has kept me from that kind of paralysis.
“Make thick my blood. I am too full of the milk of human kindness” –Lady Macbeth
posted by the other Joan @ 8:56 AM
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Friday, April 28, 2006
The Art for the Day is: Keeping Flexible
If I were a rabbit with a pocket watch in my waistcoat, I might look at the watch and say "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
I've been preparing to have my house painted (inside), because the ceiling is too high for me to manage by myself. I have spent most of the week cleaning off surfaces, and quasi packing, in order to facilitate the painter (so he can get at the walls without having to spend too much time moving things). My house is now a different kind of mess than it ordinarily is, and my painter's mom is in the hospital. My ungenerous side is thinking he's blowing me off, and about to rip me off. My better inclinations are hoping that his mom is OK, and of course an illness in the family supersedes wall paint. So, I'm uncomfortable, and trying to arrange my schedule to be flexible enough to be here if/when he comes, and to have plan B's, because I don't want to waste time. I don't think I'm being altogether successful. Oh, dear! Oh, dear!
If I were a rabbit with a pocket watch in my waistcoat, I might look at the watch and say "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
I've been preparing to have my house painted (inside), because the ceiling is too high for me to manage by myself. I have spent most of the week cleaning off surfaces, and quasi packing, in order to facilitate the painter (so he can get at the walls without having to spend too much time moving things). My house is now a different kind of mess than it ordinarily is, and my painter's mom is in the hospital. My ungenerous side is thinking he's blowing me off, and about to rip me off. My better inclinations are hoping that his mom is OK, and of course an illness in the family supersedes wall paint. So, I'm uncomfortable, and trying to arrange my schedule to be flexible enough to be here if/when he comes, and to have plan B's, because I don't want to waste time. I don't think I'm being altogether successful. Oh, dear! Oh, dear!
posted by the other Joan @ 8:26 AM
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Thursday, April 27, 2006
The Art of the Day is: Speaking up
As in "I can't hear you"
As in "speak your mind"
As in "strengthening your girl voice" --who's quotes are those?
As in "I can't hear you"
As in "speak your mind"
As in "strengthening your girl voice" --who's quotes are those?
posted by the other Joan @ 2:44 PM
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
The Art of the Day is: Mise en Scene
An old fashioned way of saying setting the stage, putting on stage, designing the space.
Creating the atmosphere, decorating, organizing visual space.
Putting it together. Assembling? Evoking? Involving?
Poetically preparing performance places.
An old fashioned way of saying setting the stage, putting on stage, designing the space.
Creating the atmosphere, decorating, organizing visual space.
Putting it together. Assembling? Evoking? Involving?
Poetically preparing performance places.
posted by the other Joan @ 11:02 PM
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The Art of the Day is: The Art of Haymaking
As in : Make Hay while the sunshines.
It's sunny now. Rain predicted for latter. Gotta go!
As in : Make Hay while the sunshines.
It's sunny now. Rain predicted for latter. Gotta go!
posted by the other Joan @ 8:04 AM
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Monday, April 24, 2006
The Art for the Day is: Clearing off surfaces.
Lots of cleaning going on. Lots of cleaning to do.
What am I holding on to? Memories. Aspirations (I will wear that dress again!). Potentials (I will make this of that).
There is something to be said for not doing this sort of cleaning by yourself. It is ironic that I am actually pretty darn good at helping others sort through their stuff, cleaning closets, organizing garages, packing and moving. I am not doing so well myself. I attach to things. I attach to people. I bond strongly. Sometimes, often, this is an asset. Sometimes, recently, this is a problem.
But enough of that, I have stuff to get rid of, and cleaning to do.
Lots of cleaning going on. Lots of cleaning to do.
What am I holding on to? Memories. Aspirations (I will wear that dress again!). Potentials (I will make this of that).
There is something to be said for not doing this sort of cleaning by yourself. It is ironic that I am actually pretty darn good at helping others sort through their stuff, cleaning closets, organizing garages, packing and moving. I am not doing so well myself. I attach to things. I attach to people. I bond strongly. Sometimes, often, this is an asset. Sometimes, recently, this is a problem.
But enough of that, I have stuff to get rid of, and cleaning to do.
posted by the other Joan @ 9:00 AM
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Sunday, April 23, 2006
The Art of the Day is: following through
In Hebrew if you say it twice it's for emphasis.
This duplication happened accidentally, but maybe not.
In Hebrew if you say it twice it's for emphasis.
This duplication happened accidentally, but maybe not.
posted by the other Joan @ 11:10 AM
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Saturday, April 22, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
The Art of the Day is: the art of jettisoning unneeded ballast
posted by the other Joan @ 11:46 AM
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Thursday, April 20, 2006
The Art for the Day is: The Art of finishing
Today, I just mean coming to the end of a semester. This task is done, on to the next.
But artistically, finishing is a thing unto itself, and needs mindful attention.
For example: My mother used to knit sweaters and they were beautiful, but she stitched off the neck too tight and it was hard to get on, and hard to wear. I have had a tendency to come to the end of a project, see that it's going to come together just fine, and loose interest in the finishing detail. I've gotten better at this by either handing it off to someone who likes to handle those details, or redefining the finishing as a project in it's own right. Practice, practice, practice. It's like Alice shaking the Red Queen back to a kitten. Not my favorite ending.
Today, I just mean coming to the end of a semester. This task is done, on to the next.
But artistically, finishing is a thing unto itself, and needs mindful attention.
For example: My mother used to knit sweaters and they were beautiful, but she stitched off the neck too tight and it was hard to get on, and hard to wear. I have had a tendency to come to the end of a project, see that it's going to come together just fine, and loose interest in the finishing detail. I've gotten better at this by either handing it off to someone who likes to handle those details, or redefining the finishing as a project in it's own right. Practice, practice, practice. It's like Alice shaking the Red Queen back to a kitten. Not my favorite ending.
posted by the other Joan @ 10:39 AM
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Wednesday, April 19, 2006
The Art for the Day is: The art of defining aspirations
So, tell me what you want,
what you really, really want
...the Spice Girls Wannabe
So, tell me what you want,
what you really, really want
...the Spice Girls Wannabe
posted by the other Joan @ 11:32 AM
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Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Hitting the Spot
I’m not the kind of person who rearranges furniture very often.
Somewhere up near the surface of my consciousness is a raw emotion, and I’m bumping into, or being bumped into it enough to get my attention.
It has to do with belonging. It has to do with being rejected. It has to do with being the last person chosen for the team. It has to do with the rules changing. It has to do with someone changing the secret handshake, and finding myself outside the group. Or it has to do with my fear of these things, and my thinking I’m breaking the rules, whether or not I have, and/or maybe the way I test the rules.
Whose rules are these anyhow?
Having decided that relationships are important, in general, and to me specifically, and without dwelling on, but acknowledging lost relationships, I need to own up to be looking to be in relationship (a relationship?), that there is a gap, a hole, a void. There is a vulnerable and open place in my heart, in my life. I have relied on friends, I have made new friends. There is progress, and regression. On the whole, I’m doing well, trying to do good, and making my marks. Then, boom, I hit that sore spot, and all the abandonment issues of my childhood, all the rejections and judgments, all the body image and competency issues come at me. I recognize this reaction. I own it. I don’t like it particularly, who would? And what to do?
After the good cry, after the letting someone else in on how I’m feeling (or three or four people, until it’s clarified in my mind, or reduced to a working script), it’s time to do something. More often than not, it is refraining from doing something. “Doctor, it hurts when I do this” “So, stop doing that”. Leave something or someone alone. Stop taking an afternoon nap. Stop drinking the second cup of coffee, I could go on. Then I need to flip it. Change the negative into a positive. Drink more water. Go for a walk. Find someone else to talk to. Operative word, change. Be your own best parent, be your own best friend.
Desensitize the spot. By seeing it coming? By diffusing it? By armoring it? Anthropomorphizing it? Expelling it? Just change the behavior and let the understanding come later.
The Art of the Day is: change
I’m not the kind of person who rearranges furniture very often.
Somewhere up near the surface of my consciousness is a raw emotion, and I’m bumping into, or being bumped into it enough to get my attention.
It has to do with belonging. It has to do with being rejected. It has to do with being the last person chosen for the team. It has to do with the rules changing. It has to do with someone changing the secret handshake, and finding myself outside the group. Or it has to do with my fear of these things, and my thinking I’m breaking the rules, whether or not I have, and/or maybe the way I test the rules.
Whose rules are these anyhow?
Having decided that relationships are important, in general, and to me specifically, and without dwelling on, but acknowledging lost relationships, I need to own up to be looking to be in relationship (a relationship?), that there is a gap, a hole, a void. There is a vulnerable and open place in my heart, in my life. I have relied on friends, I have made new friends. There is progress, and regression. On the whole, I’m doing well, trying to do good, and making my marks. Then, boom, I hit that sore spot, and all the abandonment issues of my childhood, all the rejections and judgments, all the body image and competency issues come at me. I recognize this reaction. I own it. I don’t like it particularly, who would? And what to do?
After the good cry, after the letting someone else in on how I’m feeling (or three or four people, until it’s clarified in my mind, or reduced to a working script), it’s time to do something. More often than not, it is refraining from doing something. “Doctor, it hurts when I do this” “So, stop doing that”. Leave something or someone alone. Stop taking an afternoon nap. Stop drinking the second cup of coffee, I could go on. Then I need to flip it. Change the negative into a positive. Drink more water. Go for a walk. Find someone else to talk to. Operative word, change. Be your own best parent, be your own best friend.
Desensitize the spot. By seeing it coming? By diffusing it? By armoring it? Anthropomorphizing it? Expelling it? Just change the behavior and let the understanding come later.
The Art of the Day is: change
posted by the other Joan @ 11:31 AM
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Monday, April 17, 2006
The Art of the Day is: The art of sorting/making choices
Discarding old things, old thoughts, old ideas. Reclaiming and repacking memories, victories, milestones, souvenirs. Making space, making peace, making order, designing my life.
Discarding old things, old thoughts, old ideas. Reclaiming and repacking memories, victories, milestones, souvenirs. Making space, making peace, making order, designing my life.
posted by the other Joan @ 10:56 AM
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Saturday, April 15, 2006
The Art of the Day is: Patience
Yesterday I was impatient, and I had a cooking disaster. This was especially disappointing because I had cooked the same thing two days before, BRILLIANTLY, a personal best. It's one of those recipes you have to multiply (unless you are a family of two skimpy eaters), and I miscounted how many times I made it (first mistake), tried to correct it by sight and feel (second mistake) and then cooked it in a pot without a tight enough seal on the lid. I was distracted by other people trying to do things around me, and trying to teach someone how to cook at the same time, but all in all, my frustration and rushing was the cause. Oh, the shame, embarrassment and indignation.
But I also showed great patience in not reacting to something that would have sent me off on a tiff or tirade mere weeks ago. And had time to rethink, and not over respond.
It seems it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place, and sometimes you have to run forwards and backwards in the same day.
Yesterday I was impatient, and I had a cooking disaster. This was especially disappointing because I had cooked the same thing two days before, BRILLIANTLY, a personal best. It's one of those recipes you have to multiply (unless you are a family of two skimpy eaters), and I miscounted how many times I made it (first mistake), tried to correct it by sight and feel (second mistake) and then cooked it in a pot without a tight enough seal on the lid. I was distracted by other people trying to do things around me, and trying to teach someone how to cook at the same time, but all in all, my frustration and rushing was the cause. Oh, the shame, embarrassment and indignation.
But I also showed great patience in not reacting to something that would have sent me off on a tiff or tirade mere weeks ago. And had time to rethink, and not over respond.
It seems it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place, and sometimes you have to run forwards and backwards in the same day.
posted by the other Joan @ 11:46 AM
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Friday, April 14, 2006
The Art for the Day is: the art of appreciating what you've got.
I tend to schedule things around events, holidays, celebrations, work deadlines. I don’t think I’m unique in this, but I tend to push things off: “I’m not going to think about that until after this.” Or sometimes I’ll even make To Do After lists.
Today is the day after one of those events, which took place yesterday, and so I have more psychic space to think about projects I’ve been putting off, or set some new goals, to readjust my priorities.
1.this is coinciding with a major/ or another house cleaning effort, which in itself has 3 parts:
a) a sort of general spring cleaning
b) an ongoing attempt to divest accumulated stuff
c) preparing the interior to be painted at the end of the month
2. getting back to stalled projects:
This is a little overwhelming, as I feel like there are four or five areas I want to work on, and could spend a good amount of time on each. I’ve done some work on unraveling this (see post), and this may best be approached like a strict diet, making sure I have the things I need on hand, and having a daily plan and sticking to it.
3.getting back to stalled diets and exercise:
Planning and cleaning.
This is also helped by the season, holidays, history.
Spring. Renewal. Spiraling cycles.
I tend to schedule things around events, holidays, celebrations, work deadlines. I don’t think I’m unique in this, but I tend to push things off: “I’m not going to think about that until after this.” Or sometimes I’ll even make To Do After lists.
Today is the day after one of those events, which took place yesterday, and so I have more psychic space to think about projects I’ve been putting off, or set some new goals, to readjust my priorities.
1.this is coinciding with a major/ or another house cleaning effort, which in itself has 3 parts:
a) a sort of general spring cleaning
b) an ongoing attempt to divest accumulated stuff
c) preparing the interior to be painted at the end of the month
2. getting back to stalled projects:
This is a little overwhelming, as I feel like there are four or five areas I want to work on, and could spend a good amount of time on each. I’ve done some work on unraveling this (see post), and this may best be approached like a strict diet, making sure I have the things I need on hand, and having a daily plan and sticking to it.
3.getting back to stalled diets and exercise:
Planning and cleaning.
This is also helped by the season, holidays, history.
Spring. Renewal. Spiraling cycles.
posted by the other Joan @ 12:12 PM
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Perilous margaritas.
The persistent rumour that if you buy me a beer I'll tip over the second one appears to remain true. I am experiencing a one margarita hangover. It's not worth it.
The Art for the Day is : rebooting my brain.
The persistent rumour that if you buy me a beer I'll tip over the second one appears to remain true. I am experiencing a one margarita hangover. It's not worth it.
The Art for the Day is : rebooting my brain.
posted by the other Joan @ 9:57 AM
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Tuesday, April 11, 2006
The Art of the Day is : Changing into high gear
Ahh. My husband used to tell me that I was a "soft A" personality. Not a true type "A", who had to get things done, and driven to be the best, but a person with drive, who knows how to switch gears. I want to get things done, and I want to get things right, but I want to take time, and be scheduled, but not tightly scheduled.
Sometimes though, I find myself scooting around to get everything done, and surprise myself at how efficient I can be. This morning was one of those times.
I'm going to visit my brother for the holidays, and I'm bringing a bunch of stuff, and I needed to pack, and take out the trash, and arrange for the cat (OK, I took care of that Sunday), and get to a 9:30 appointment and then get to work. Well the car is packed, I remembered all but two items on my to bring list (the air mattress and an ipod wallet for Em), I got to the appointment, and to work, and fielded two calls, and am getting to writing this post, and OK, I'll have to seriously repack the car when I get to Vermont, but other than that I'm moving right along.
Ahh. My husband used to tell me that I was a "soft A" personality. Not a true type "A", who had to get things done, and driven to be the best, but a person with drive, who knows how to switch gears. I want to get things done, and I want to get things right, but I want to take time, and be scheduled, but not tightly scheduled.
Sometimes though, I find myself scooting around to get everything done, and surprise myself at how efficient I can be. This morning was one of those times.
I'm going to visit my brother for the holidays, and I'm bringing a bunch of stuff, and I needed to pack, and take out the trash, and arrange for the cat (OK, I took care of that Sunday), and get to a 9:30 appointment and then get to work. Well the car is packed, I remembered all but two items on my to bring list (the air mattress and an ipod wallet for Em), I got to the appointment, and to work, and fielded two calls, and am getting to writing this post, and OK, I'll have to seriously repack the car when I get to Vermont, but other than that I'm moving right along.
posted by the other Joan @ 11:05 AM
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Monday, April 10, 2006
The Art of the Day is: Hiddur Mitzvah
Duh, whah? The idea that if an object is needed for a ritual it should be as beautiful as possible.
Duh, whah? The idea that if an object is needed for a ritual it should be as beautiful as possible.
posted by the other Joan @ 11:17 AM
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Sunday, April 09, 2006
Being my authentic/best self
I have a new favorite place to be. It is in the front passenger seat of my friend's car. The car is a standard transmission, with a black interior and a cool dash, and my friend enjoys driving. And usually it is evening or night, and I half close my eyes, which makes streams of the lights from passing cars, and it's very quiet, or maybe the engine does purr. So, it is a singular place, and I am aware of my surroundings, but not actively involved, I don't have to do anything. My attention is focused on abstract visuals, and our conversation. The conversation is important and special, because I cannot lie, and it has something to do with the friend, of course, but it has something to do with the space as well. I feel compelled to be as honest as I can, and I feel comfortable with that. I feel authentic. I feel like I am being my best self, and I like that feeling.
The friend is a platonic male friend, and someone asked me recently if I ever had a platonic male friend. I answered "Who isn't gay?" but the answer is yes. I had a housemate in grad school, and he taught me how to have a good verbal fight (the trick is to always end it with a joke). He was familiar to me, like a second cousin. I wanted him to be happy and successful, I still do. I was not jealous of his girlfriends, but of his relationships, and then I got involved with someone myself, and that became a non-issue. I enjoy his wife, and think his kids are sweet and smart and sharp. I owe him a call.
This friend is different. Culturally, religiously, chronologically, maybe even temperamentally, and I don't care. No, it's not that I don't care, I find it interesting. I find it fascinating.
Backing up to when I was in grad school, I had a teacher who met and interviewed a famously talented director. She said that he looked right into her eyes, as if he were looking into her soul, as if she was the only one in the room, and with the kind of passion reserved for one's unique true love, he proceeded to tell her about his next project. My friend can get like that, I suspect because he's famously talented, but doesn't know it yet.
The most and the least I can give him is honest feedback.
The Art for the Day is: Fearlessness and Compassion
I have a new favorite place to be. It is in the front passenger seat of my friend's car. The car is a standard transmission, with a black interior and a cool dash, and my friend enjoys driving. And usually it is evening or night, and I half close my eyes, which makes streams of the lights from passing cars, and it's very quiet, or maybe the engine does purr. So, it is a singular place, and I am aware of my surroundings, but not actively involved, I don't have to do anything. My attention is focused on abstract visuals, and our conversation. The conversation is important and special, because I cannot lie, and it has something to do with the friend, of course, but it has something to do with the space as well. I feel compelled to be as honest as I can, and I feel comfortable with that. I feel authentic. I feel like I am being my best self, and I like that feeling.
The friend is a platonic male friend, and someone asked me recently if I ever had a platonic male friend. I answered "Who isn't gay?" but the answer is yes. I had a housemate in grad school, and he taught me how to have a good verbal fight (the trick is to always end it with a joke). He was familiar to me, like a second cousin. I wanted him to be happy and successful, I still do. I was not jealous of his girlfriends, but of his relationships, and then I got involved with someone myself, and that became a non-issue. I enjoy his wife, and think his kids are sweet and smart and sharp. I owe him a call.
This friend is different. Culturally, religiously, chronologically, maybe even temperamentally, and I don't care. No, it's not that I don't care, I find it interesting. I find it fascinating.
Backing up to when I was in grad school, I had a teacher who met and interviewed a famously talented director. She said that he looked right into her eyes, as if he were looking into her soul, as if she was the only one in the room, and with the kind of passion reserved for one's unique true love, he proceeded to tell her about his next project. My friend can get like that, I suspect because he's famously talented, but doesn't know it yet.
The most and the least I can give him is honest feedback.
The Art for the Day is: Fearlessness and Compassion
posted by the other Joan @ 4:34 AM
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Saturday, April 08, 2006
The Art of the Day is: The Art of Keeping Space
Leaving space, making space, honoring space, creating space.
a) as in the cosmos
b) as in architecture
1. places for things
2.places for people
3. places for actions
c) as in clearing debris or detritus
d) as in breathing room, letting someone be.
Leaving space, making space, honoring space, creating space.
a) as in the cosmos
b) as in architecture
1. places for things
2.places for people
3. places for actions
c) as in clearing debris or detritus
d) as in breathing room, letting someone be.
posted by the other Joan @ 10:29 AM
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Friday, April 07, 2006
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Wallace Stevens
I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.
XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
courtesy of: afilreis
I had this poem on the wall of my dorm room bathroom freshman year. It's only now that I associate it with winter, or Buffalo NY.
The Art For the Day is: the art of remembering waking thoughts
Wallace Stevens
I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.
III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.
VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.
VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.
X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.
XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.
XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
courtesy of: afilreis
I had this poem on the wall of my dorm room bathroom freshman year. It's only now that I associate it with winter, or Buffalo NY.
The Art For the Day is: the art of remembering waking thoughts
posted by the other Joan @ 2:36 AM
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Thursday, April 06, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
The Art for the Day is: the art of dressing for the weather
(especially in New England, where it's 70 on Saturday, and snowing on Tuesday)
(especially in New England, where it's 70 on Saturday, and snowing on Tuesday)
posted by the other Joan @ 11:41 AM
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Monday, April 03, 2006
The Art of the Day is: the Art of Spinning
I mean the art of putting the best gloss on an event to make yourself or your side look good. That would be spinning in it's most notorious political sense. I'm also thinking of the cat falling through the air and turning itself so it lands on it's feet sense, and the drawing out the tale (not the tail) to delight one's audience. And I suppose I also mean spinning as in making thread or yarn from fluff, figuratively and literally.
I mean the art of putting the best gloss on an event to make yourself or your side look good. That would be spinning in it's most notorious political sense. I'm also thinking of the cat falling through the air and turning itself so it lands on it's feet sense, and the drawing out the tale (not the tail) to delight one's audience. And I suppose I also mean spinning as in making thread or yarn from fluff, figuratively and literally.
posted by the other Joan @ 11:16 AM
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Sunday, April 02, 2006
More on Looking -Glass-Logic
I was tryng to find a better word for describing "anachronistic icons", things that you recognized as homages to works when you discover the original after you are familiar with the copy,
Harvey suggested calling it
Epimetheizing
(eh) (pih) (me) (thee) (eye) (zing)
Epimethius was the god of hindsight.
I like it, but then I like words with more than five sylables.
The Art for the Day is: The Art of making opportunities for serendipity
I was tryng to find a better word for describing "anachronistic icons", things that you recognized as homages to works when you discover the original after you are familiar with the copy,
Harvey suggested calling it
Epimetheizing
(eh) (pih) (me) (thee) (eye) (zing)
Epimethius was the god of hindsight.
I like it, but then I like words with more than five sylables.
The Art for the Day is: The Art of making opportunities for serendipity
posted by the other Joan @ 9:20 AM
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Saturday, April 01, 2006
The Art of the Day is: Micro-managing the details to the point where even the electrons stay in place. (just kidding)
posted by the other Joan @ 8:36 AM
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Some days "It takes all the running you can do to stay in the same place". This blog is to chronicle the running, and point out the interesting things, people, places, I meet on the way.
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- Name: the other Joan
- Location: New Hampshire, United States
I've lived in all 4 New states, NY, NJ, NM, NH. I grew up as far away as you can from Manhattan and still take the subway.(I used to put subway tokens in my penny loafers so I could click my heels three times and go home). I've sung solo in the Parma Opera House. My brother and sister are twins. I believe that people want to be used, but they want to be used well.
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