Thursday, September 22, 2016

Equinox Harvest

Such an ingathering of yellow squash this time of year!
Vegetables Cultivated by Gerry
Succulent Cutting Shared by Beata


Beata also provided these last day of summer
photos and captions of her
colorful garden, ever - flourishing, regardless of the season:

Summer Twining

Summer Delight

Summer Way

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Jeopardy!

Just hanging out, eating dinner in front of the television and watching our favorite show, when what to our wondering eyes should appear but a few answers to which Gerry and I definitely knew the questions!

We love it when that happens! Once back in November 2015, again in mid - July 2016, and, most recently, tonight:

Q: Who is John Purdue?


Q: What is Purdue?


Q: What is Computer Science?


Sunday, September 18, 2016

Portal to the Divine

"I want to touch water and wood,
other’s hands--everything alive,
so steeped in summer sunshine
and the glory of rebirth."


~ Sister Celine Carrigan, O.S.B. ~

From the Wilds of News Mexico ~ Photo by Joni Menard

My dear friend Joni (since junior high days) shared this perfect photograph and the following kind and inspiring comment in response to my recent tribute to my dear departed friend Celine (since grad school days):

"So when you posted this, Curt and I were on our way to the wilds of New Mexico. I carried Celine's poem, your thoughts, the story with me as we hiked around this beautiful place. I never knew her, but all of this was so strongly on my heart and in my head. I am so grateful Kit. All the gifts. Miss Bell [our favorite 8th grade English teacher; if only we could find her on facebook!], you, and your drawing me in to poetry as a portal to the Divine. You have lost too many dear dear friends to cancer. I look forward to meeting Celine. I really do. Thank you for this. I hiked like I wanted to live. Really live. Like this is the moment to really live.

"My hiking mantra was "I want to touch water and wood" it was so wonderful. It changed everything. I touched them and they touched me. Again so grateful."


A couple of facebook friends referred to this as
Joni's Sound of Music photo.
I was also thinking "Salutation to the Sun"
or maybe Ralph Waldo Emerson!

Let me also take this opportunity to say Happy Birthday to Joni [and her twin brother Terry] who each and every single day lives out the true meaning of worship and adore -- not to mention adorable! Thanks, dear Joni for locating the beauty in every hour and passing that knowledge on to the rest of us who might miss it otherwise. You are a blessing! Best Friends For Life!

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To the read the posts referred to by Joni,
including the rest of Celine's poem,
please click on the following posts:

August 29th ~ All Roots and Reasons

September 14th ~ Ever the Best of Friends

Friday, September 16, 2016

Moonrise


Waiting for the Harvest Moon
to Rise Above the Treeline



Under the Harvest Moon

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.



Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.


by Carl Sandburg, 1878 - 1967
beloved American writer, editor, poet
winner of three Pulitzer Prizes

Thanks Carl Sandburg for reminding us that
Summer and Autumn are both full of memories.
Summer whispers to us of Love, Autumn of Death.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Ever the Best and More

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte (1884 - 86)
Georges Seurat, French Post-Impressionist Painter (1859 – 91)
@ Art Institute of Chicago

Les Poseuses (The Models)
(1888)
Seurat's Companion Painting
@ Barnes Foundation, Philadelphia
I never tire of admiring these
two companion paintings side by side!


[As well as any number of clever parodies,
such as this one by Matt Wuerker @ Politico]

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~ Kitti & Celine ~ Labor Day Weekend 1987 ~
In Chicago to see Sunday in the Park with George
"Ever the best of friends; ain't us, Pip?"


More about Celine & Sunday in the Park With George
Recently Posted @ The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker


September 14th ~ Ever the Best of Friends

August 29th ~ All Roots and Reasons

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More Summer Reading
Recently Posted @Kitti's Book List


September ~ Religion and Politics

August ~ Politics and Religion

July ~ 443 Robinson

June ~ "Sometimes a girl just needs to read a good book!"

Sunday, September 11, 2016

The Twain


Twin Towers Medallion & Titanic Medallion

The Convergence of the Twain
by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

(Lines on the loss of the "Titanic")

I
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.

II
Steel chambers, late the pyres
Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.

III
Over the mirrors meant
To glass the opulent
The sea-worm crawls—grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.

IV
Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.

V
Dim moon-eyed fishes near
Gaze at the gilded gear
And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?". . .

VI
Well: while was fashioning
This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything

VII
Prepared a sinister mate
For her—so gaily great—
A Shape of Ice, for the time fat and dissociate.

VIII
And as the smart ship grew
In stature, grace, and hue
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

IX
Alien they seemed to be:
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history.

X
Or sign that they were bent
By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one August event,

XI
Till the Spinner of the Years
Said "Now!" And each one hears,
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.


. . . compare to . . .

The Convergence of the Twain
by Simon Armitage (b 26 May 1963)

[about the tragic events of September 11th]

I
Here is an architecture of air.
Where dust has cleared,
nothing stands but free sky, unlimited and sheer.

II
Smoke's dark bruise
has paled, soothed
by wind, dabbed at and eased by rain, exposing the wound.

III
Over the spoil of junk,
rescuers prod and pick,
shout into tangled holes. What answers back is aftershock.

IV
All land lines are down.
Reports of mobile phones
are false. One half-excoriated Apple Mac still quotes the Dow Jones.

V
Shop windows are papered
with faces of the disappeared.
As if they might walk from the ruins - chosen, spared.

VI
With hindsight now we track
the vapour-trail of each flight-path
arcing through blue morning, like a curved thought.

VII
And in retrospect plot
the weird prospect
of a passenger plane beading an office-block.

VIII
But long before that dawn,
with those towers drawing
in worth and name to their full height, an opposite was forming,

IX
a force
still years and miles off,
yet moving headlong forwards, locked on a collision course.

X
Then time and space
contracted, so whatever distance
held those worlds apart thinned to an instant.

XI
During which, cameras framed
moments of grace
before the furious contact wherein earth and heaven fused.


~ Click for More Similarities between these Twin Disasters ~

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Previous 9 / 11 Posts


2009: Not a Normal Day

2010: Poem for Today and Tomorrow

2010: 9 / 11 Retrospective (Fortnightly)

2011: Alabaster Cities

2012: My Country's Heart

2013: On the Eve of that Other Perfect Day

2014: Back Before 9 / 11

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Paleontology


In Charley Henley's short story "Cerrito Blanco," two very earnest little kids who live out in New Mexico have been exploring the bluffs behind their houses, digging in the sand for dragon bones and dinosaur bones. Innocent, yet world weary and even a little war - torn, Tessa and Hector remind me of Suzy and Sam from Moonrise Kingdom -- watch this movie if you haven't yet! -- and of Pee Wee Herman when he discovers that there's no basement in the Alamo: "It's not something they teach you in school. It's one of those things you have to find out for yourself."
Tessa: "I should probably get home. Can we come up here again tomorrow? And dig more?"

Hector: "Whenever you want," he said. He patted her knee with his small dirty fingers. "I don't have a lot of friends who are interested in Paleontology. Most everyone I know are assholes."

Tessa: "That's true all over," she said. "Most everybody you meet, they're going to be an asshole" (165).

Hector told her about the dinosaurs and the great sweep of time that could still be read in the rocks of that land. . . . She could see all around her the whole myth of Earth itself, the whole history of the world, written in siltstone and shale. . . . a hundred million years ago tiny creatures had lived out the sum total of their tiny lives. . . . it was all a jungle here then. But look at it now. You know what's weird, though? It's all still here, all the plants and the trees and the ferns and the the cypresses and all those climbing vines and all that swampy ground. Those triceratops. Those T - Rexes. All those allosauruses and pterodactyls. All the monsters of the Earth's long childhood (164 - 65, 173).
from The Deep Code ~ by Charley Henley

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More favorite passages from The Deep Code
on my August 14 ~ Fortnightly Post:

~ Because It Is My Heart ~
@ The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker


Additional Summer Posts
that you may have missed over the break:

July 28 ~ Rubato ~ Heartbeat, Heartbeat

July 14 ~ Eagles is Freedom ~ Eagles, Hawks, Bastille Day

June 28 ~ The Shadowiness of the Still House ~ Childhood Painting
& Poetry

June 14 ~ In a Museum! ~ Lots of Museums!

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Brand New Brother

Happy Birthday to My Amazing Son Sam!

With thanks to the Seattle Art Museum
for providing the perfect acronym!

As the boys were growing up, summer vacation always began with a Memorial Day beach trip to celebrate Ben's birthday (June 2nd) and concluded with a Labor Day beach trip to celebrate Sam's (September 7th). These trips to Ocean City formed the perfect parentheses to our Philadelphia summers.

Fittingly, my Quotidian sabbatical kicked in after a couple of birthday posts for Ben and Cathleen. And now, as the summer draws to a close, I resume just in time to honor Sam.

Welcome Home Nest, under the dining table,
made by Big Brother Ben (age 3 yrs, 3 mos)
for New Baby Sam (age 2 days)

Happy Birthday Sam McCartney!
23 years ago today: "This is your brand new brother . . . "

The Greatest Discovery

Peering out of tiny eyes
The grubby hands that gripped the rail
Wiped the window clean of frost
As the morning air laid on the latch

A whistle awakened someone there
Next door to the nursery, just down the hall
A strange new sound you never heard before
A strange new sound that makes boys explore

Tread neat so small those little feet
Amid the morning his small heart beats
So much excitement yesterday
That must be rewarded, must be displayed

Large hands lift him through the air
Excited eyes contain him there
The eyes of those he loves and knows
But what's this extra bed just here

His puzzled head tipped to one side
Amazement swims in those bright green eyes
Glancing down upon this thing
That make strange sounds, strange sounds that sing

In those silent happy seconds
That surround the sound of this event
A parent smile is made in moments
They have made for you a friend

And all you ever learned from them
Until you grew much older
Did not compare with when they said
This is your brand new brother
This is your brand new brother
This is your brand new brother


lyrics by Bernie Taupin
sung by Elton John ~ Live in 1970 at BBC studios
Also in 1986 With the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra
and in 1999 As a beautiful piano solo ~ Pontevedra, Spain

Previous Birthday Posts & Other Favorites

Vicarious ~ All Hail ~ Washington Monument ~ Earing

2010 ~ 2011 ~ 2012

2013 Fierce Red ~ 2013 The Point About the Daub

2014 ~ 2015

Highschool Gradution ~ College Graduation ~ And Ben

Reader / Writer ~ Mother's Day ~ New York City

Mother's Day 2003 ~ Sam Perfects His Interview Skills!

Friday, June 3, 2016

Happy Birthday Cathleen!

A GOOD DAY FOR ICE CREAM CONES!

In fact,
a good three months for ice cream cones!
Summer Sabbatical has begun!
Quotidian Posts will resume
on Sam's Birthday

Thursday, June 2, 2016

His Own Man

On the occasion of Ben's 26th birthday, two favorite photos ~
one of Ben and one of his younger brother Sam,
each on their Spring Break Trips ~ March 2014:

Ben in Istanbul ~ photo by Katie O'Connor

And yet another poem that, in most timely fashion, I encountered for the first time when flying home from North Carolina last week, where we celebrated Gerry's 60th birthday (on May 18th), my 59th (on May 24th), and Ben's 26th (in advance):
Ah, this is the thing that comes to each of us.
The child grows up.
And, according to our own ideas, is practically asunder.

I understand it.
I struggle to celebrate.
I say, with a stiff upper lip familiar to many:

Just look at that curlyhaired child now,
he’s his own man.


from the poem "Percy (Seven)"
by Mary Oliver
in her book Thirst
Sam in Taiwan at the Chiang Kai-shek Memorial

Summer 1994 ~ Our Own Boys
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ELDER SON BENEDICT!

Friday, May 27, 2016

What To Do?

On the Road Again

At the conclusion of our recent family reunion, my twin brother Bruce was within moments of jumping into his car and heading home. Everything was packed for his drive halfway across the country. Only his computer remained on the countertop, ready for checking the weather, looking at maps, and sending a few last - minute messages. No sooner had he completed these tasks than the computer started updating itself. Surprise!

"What do you think?" my brother asked me. "Do you really think any harm will come to my computer if I shut it down and hit the road? Or should I wait?"


Luckily, I knew precisely how to answer his questions. I picked up the latest book of poetry by my friend Len and read aloud the following:
Desperate Times

I can do something unexpected, even
a little wild and risky; I could leave my
back - up travel alarm clock home next time
I go on a trip. I could get rid of my emergency
hairbrush that I keep in my office desk
in case violent winds, the hot simoom,
come roaring down the river as I cross
the parking lot, I might just get rid of it.
When someone asks for a volunteer
from the audience, why, I might go onstage,
just to picture your wide-eyed expression
when they lock me in one of those boxes
they run through with four - foot swords.
I might try the calamari, the kim chi,
order that Thai dish with five peppers
printed next to it in the menu. I could
leave my car in a loading zone when
I am not actually loading, and I could
enter the crosswalk after the red hand
has started blinking. When the screen says
Please wait until the computer shuts down,
I might not wait. Anything's possible.

by Leonard Orr
from A Floating Woman

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Such Patience!

Waiting for Sunset ~ North Carolina
This was the view last night;
and this is the poem I read on the airplane today:

The Fist

There are days
when the sun goes down
like a fist,
though of course

if you see anything
in the heavens
in this way
you had better get

your eyes checked
or, better still,
your diminished spirit.
The heavens

have no fist,
or wouldn't they have been
shaking it
for a thousand years now,

and even
longer than that,
at the dull, brutish
ways of mankind -

heaven's own
creation?
Instead: such patience!
Such willingness

to let us continue!
To hear,
little by little,
the voices -

only, so far, in
pockets of the world -
suggesting the possibilities
of peace?

Keep looking.
Behold, how the fist opens
with invitation.


Mary Oliver ~ from her book Thirst
Contemporary American Poet (b. 1935)
Winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, 1984

San Francisco ~ Last Month
[See also "The Messenger"]

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Carolina Pine Moon

The woman wanderer goes forth to seek the Land of Freedom.

“How am I to get there?”

Reason answers: "There is one way, and one way only. Down the banks of Labour, through the waters of suffering. There is no other.”

The woman, having discarded all to which she had formerly clung, cries out:

“For what do I go to this far land which no one has ever reached? I am alone! I am utterly alone!”

But soon she hears the sounds of feet, ‘a thousand times ten thousand and thousands of thousands, and they beat this way!’

“They are the feet of those who shall follow you. Lead on.”


from Three Dreams in a Desert [See more]
by Olive Schreiner (1855–1920)
recited in the movie Suffragette

The Full Moon of May

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Crannied Wall


Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
(1863)

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1809 - 92
Lincoln, England


At Pontefract Castle:
Another "flower in the crannied wall" and To Go Cup

Sunday, May 15, 2016

With a Lily of the Valley for a Bell

When I heard the church bells ring,
I thought I heard the voice of God.

Albert Schweitzer, 1875 - 1965

Lilies of the Valley
photographed by Mark Bass

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -
I keep it, staying at Home –
With a Bobolink for a Chorister –
And an Orchard, for a Dome –

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –
I, just wear my Wings –
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton – sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman –
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –
I’m going, all along.


~ Emily Dickinson

Gerry . . .

sorting out a batch of Lily of the Valley bulbs . . .

to plant alongside the driveway.

Previous Success on the Other Side of the HouseMay 2013


P.S.
Another picture to go with Emily Dickinson's poem:
Some keep the Sabbath by going for a walk in the woods!
Mark says:
"Walking through the woods is what we call True Religion."