Monday, October 31, 2022

Moon Cat

Painting by Todd Young

All Hallows’ Eve
Be perfect, make it otherwise.
Yesterday is torn in shreds.
Lightning’s thousand sulfur eyes
Rip apart the breathing beds.
Hear bones crack and pulverize.
Doom creeps in on rubber treads.
Countless overwrought housewives,
Minds unraveling like threads,
Try lipstick shades to tranquilize
Fears of age and general dreads.
Sit tight, be perfect, swat the spies,
Don’t take faucets for fountainheads.
Drink tasty antidotes. Otherwise
You and the werewolf: newlyweds.


Dorothea Tanning (1910 – 2012)
from her book Coming to That

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Friday, October 28, 2022

You See Yourself, Tiny

Black Cat

A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:

just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.

She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once

as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs

suspended, like a prehistoric fly.


Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926)
My fb friend Tawny designed this one,
using the Tap Color app

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Tuesday, October 25, 2022

Retro Toddler

Ellie, wearing her Uncle Sam's old Christmas outfit.
along with her little 21st Century Crocs,
and her favorite stuffed Babar & Snowman
Christmas 1994
Ben ~ 4 1/2 years & Sam 15 months
New Year's Day 1995
Ellie at 21 months, looking a lot like her dad . . .
. . . and her Uncle Sam.
Ellie wearing Uncle Sam's vintage
Baby Gap outfit from 1995,
admiring Sam's studio portrait from Sears,
and explaining to the Snowman!

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Ben, age 2 years
with Fig Newton & Apple
in his super cool British circus pants
When we showed Ellie this photo of her dad,
she demonstrated her own way of balancing an apple!
Ellie at 13 months old
September 2021

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My Favorite Catalogs from the 1990s
for fun baby clothes and toys


After the Stork
Animal Town
Biobottoms
Chinaberry
Discovery Toys
Hearthsong
Lauri Foam Puzzles
Wooden Soldier

Saturday, October 22, 2022

Perhaps Even the Lilac

"Perhaps even an apple can feel pity;
perhaps the lilac wants to go on living . . . "
*
~ Linda Pastan ~
"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you . . .
I could walk through my garden forever."

~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson ~


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* I have posted this beautiful poem before,
but here it is again:
Shadows

Each night this house sinks into the shadows
under its weight of love and fear and pity.
Each morning it floats up again so lightly
it seems attached to sky instead of earth,
a place where we will always go on living
and there will be no dead to leave behind.

But when we think of whom we've left behind
already in the ever-hungry shadows,
even in the morning hum of living
we pause a minute and are filled with pity
for the lovely children of earth
who run up and down the stairs so lightly


and who weave their careless songs so lightly
through the hedges which they play behind
that the fruits and flowers of the earth
rise up on their stems above the shadows.
Perhaps even an apple can feel pity;
perhaps the lilac wants to go on living.


In this house where we have all been living
we bind the family together lightly
with knots made equally of love and pity
and the knowledge that we'll leave behind
only partial memories, scraps of shadows,
trinkets of our years upon the earth. . . .

Always save your pity for the living
who walk the eggshell crust of earth so lightly,
in front of them, behind them, only shadows.


~ Linda Pastan (b 1932)
Ellie in the Garden

Monday, October 17, 2022

Red Tank Top

Ellie's 1st Birthday ~ August 16, 2021
Child in Red

Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.

She runs a bit, hesitates, stops,
half-turns around
and, all while dreaming, shakes her head
for or against.

Then she dances a few steps
that she invents and forgets,
no doubt finding out that life
moves on too fast.

It's not so much that she steps out
of the small body enclosing her,
but that all she carries in herself
frolics and ferments.

It's this dress that she'll remember
later in a sweet surrender;
when her whole life is full of risks,
the little red dress will always seem right.


Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926)
Looking back over the photos
from last summer, it seems that the
best way to have a really happy day
is to wear a red tank top!


My Cousin Brent's 70s Birthday Party ~ July 2021
Mini - Reunion
With my Cousin Cindy & my Twin Brother Bruce

Saturday, October 15, 2022

The Ides of October

Designs, Wrightsville Beach, 1968
Minnie Evans (1892 - 1987)



It has been over four months since I predicted a long, thoughtful summer. And indeed it has been. I have stretched the conclusion out longer than ever before -- beyond Labor day, beyond the Autumnal Equinox -- all the way to the Ides of October. According to the ancient calendars, "summer activities stopped on this day . . . the season of combat ended." Weapons and and sailing boats were set aside for the duration of winter.

Why has the summer lasted so long this year? First, because summers just are longer these days. Right? Second, because at the outset, we packed up our household and moved several states over from Indian to Virginia. That took a lot of time, and I needed a longer break than usual. Third, because in these warmer climes, I am still swimming laps outdoors every day. So, obviously, I am not yet thinking of winter preparations; I am thinking of the long long summertime!

I have, however, done some writing done . . .

About the olden days:
Houses I Love Driving Past
Faded Autographs
Hail Marie!
Great - Grandmother's Day Book


And about the artwork
that we left behind when we moved:
To See A Fine Picture
Going Barefoot
Kitchen Art
Complication and Plenitude
One Long Staircase


. . . and some reading . . .
SUMMER BOOKS:
The List
Such Goings - On
The Beach
Comic & Funny
I Did It

Autumn, 1896
Alphonse Mucha (1860 - 1939)