"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
Hamlet (I, v, 166-167)
Handerson-Thayer
Ennui
Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing will occur;
cross the gypsy's palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquor.
Jeopardy is jejune now: naive knight
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard
of, while blase princessess indict
tilts at terror as downright absurd.
The best in Jamesian grove will never jump,
compelling hero's dull career to crisis;
and when insouciant angels play God's trump
while bored arena crowds for once look eager,
hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes
shall coax from doom's blank door lady or tiger.
Sylvia Plath
This poem by Plath was published for the first time on 11/1/06. For more on the poem, go here
Corteau
Hear the Voice of the Bard
Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who present, past, and future sees;
Whose ears have heard
The Holy Word,
That walked among the ancient trees,
Calling the lapsèd soul,
And weeping in the evening dew;
That might control
The starry pole,
And fallen, fallen, light renew!
"O Earth, O Earth, return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass.
"Turn away no more;
Why wilt thou turn away?
The starry floor,
The watery shore,
Is given thee till the break of day."
William Blake
Tissot
Bouguereau
Tarbell
Muen
Tarbell
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
Queen Gertrude, Hamlet
DeCamp
Sargent
POOR little heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Emily Dickinson
Bethesda Fountain
Tissot (self portrait)
Here may I live what life I please,
Married and buried out of sight,
- Married to pleasure and buried to pain, -
Hidden away amongst scenes like these,
Under the fans of the chestnut trees;
Living my child-life over again,
With the further hope of a fallen delight,
Blithe as the birds and wise as the bees.
V. Fane
Benson
Benson
"Hey, Boo."
"Dolly said that when she was a girl
she'd liked to wake up winter mornings
and hear her father singing as he
went about the house building fires;
after he was old, after he'd died,
she sometimes heard his songs
in the field of Indian grass.
Wind, Catherine said;
and Dolly told her:
But the wind is us--
it gathers and remembers all our voices,
then sends them talking and telling
through the leaves and the fields--
I've heard Papa clear as day."
Truman Capote , The Grass Harp
Rook
Strings in the Earth and Air
Strings in the Earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There's music along the river
For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Dark leaves on his hair.
All softly playing,
With head to the music bent,
And fingers straying
Upon an instrument.
James Joyce
Spitzweg
Hacker
Durden
"The Death of the Moth"
by Virginia Woolf
My interests? Transcendentalism; reincarnation, spiritual avenues in general, color in all aspects: aural, in nature, in art, especially light; stained glass, apocrypha, research, writing under pressure; ephemera, fashion betwixt the years 1890-1920.
Break the Code...
Samuel Palmer beautifully depicts "Golden Hour" sunlight.
The True story of Weeping Tree
Read about The Spirit of Trees
A Charm Invests a Face
A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.
But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies,
Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.
Emily Dickinson
Leighton
Simmonds Ophelia
Caspar
Murillo
In Memory
Such souls,
Whose sudden visitations daze the world,
Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind
A voice that in the distance far away
Wakens the slumbering ages.
Henry Taylor
Ilsted
Lavery
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies...
Lord Byron
Espy
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row ..,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
from Flanders Fields By Col. John McCrae
Durden
Waterhouse
Watts, Hope
Caillebotte
Pearce
The Dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream - that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
Edgar Allan Poe
Breton
Sargent
Woods
I part the out thrusting branches
And come in beneath
The blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
There is singing around me.
Though I am dark
There is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
There is flight around me.
Wendell Berry
Tarbell
Cox
Charles Currin and Chihuly glass
Sargent
Evening Solace
The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;Â
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.
And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly backÂa faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie!
And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distressÂ
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.
Charlotte Bronte
Sargent's Carnation and Lillian Genth
You have lit the lamps,
- Oh! The sunlight in the garden!
You have lit the lamps,
I see sunshine through the chinks,
Open the doors to the garden!
- The keys to the door are lost,
We must wait, we must wait,
The keys have fallen from the tower,
We must wait, we must wait,
We must wait other days...
Other days will open the doors,
The forest guards their locks,
The forest around us is ablaze,
It is the brightness of dead leaves
That blazes on all the doorsills.
Other days are already weary,
Other days are also afraid,
Other days will never come,
Other days will also die,
And we will die here also...
Maurice Maeterlinck,in "Fifteen Songs"
Turner
There's no money in poetry,
but then there's no poetry in money, either.
Robert Graves
Arthur Hacker and Benson
Charles Daniel Ward
Many people, other than the authors, contribute to the making of a book,
from the first person who had the bright idea of alphabetic writing
through the inventor of movable type to the lumberjacks
who felled the trees that were pulped for its printing.
It is not customary to acknowledge the trees themselves,
though their commitment is total.
Forsyth
"There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people
running about with lit matches."
Ray Bradbury
Quotes On the value of BOOKS
Edward Huges, Idle Tears
Brilliant Artist of the Day:
Lucille Clifton (This is my favorite poem of all time)
it was a dream
in which my greater self
rose up before me
accusing me of my life
with her extra finger
whirling in a gyre of rage
at what my days had come to,
what,
i pleaded with her, could i do,
oh what could i have done?
and she twisted her wild hair
and sparked her wild eyes
and screamed as long as
i could hear her
This. This. This.
Biography
Brilliant Artist of the Day:
Ralph Vaughan Williams
My favorite.. A Lark Ascending, which brings this poem to mind:
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
Brilliant artist of the day:
Laura Alma-Tadema , wife of famed artist, Lawrence Alma-Tadema .
While his works are well-known, Laura had lesser success.
The top painting is hers, followed by one from Lawrence.
Ralph Vaughn Williams; Thomas Newman; Mahler; Faure; John Tavener; James Horner; Patrick Doyle; Joni; Indigo Girls; Happy Rhodes; Andrea Bocelli; Linda Eder; Karen Carpenter's voice...;Puccini; most any choral works; Renee Fleming; all of the Russian 19th and early 20th Century composers; zydeco; the sound of a glass harmonicum (especially in Saint Saen's "Aquarium"); Wagner's "Tristan and Isolde."
On my Comcast Rhapsody list: 5 versions of Joni's "River," Soundtrack for "A River Runs Through It," (Do we see a pattern here?)
New favorite piece:Henryk Gorecki: Symphony No. 3, Dawn Upshaw, soprano
Leo's been Zoomified!
The Last Supper
Oh, Brilliant!!!
Andrew Wyeth
D. Chihuly, glass artist
Under the Walnut Tree
When I face what has left my life,
I bow. I walk outside into the cold,
rain nesting in my hair.
All the houses near me
have their lights on. Somewhere,
there is a deep listening.
I stand in the dark for a long time
under the walnut tree, unable
to tell anyone, not even the night,
what I know. I feel the darkness
rush towards me, and I open my arms.
L. Martin
Learn about The History of Spiritualism
This will be my links section.
Daily Kos
Keeping it real.
An Inconvenient Truth
Click and watch the trailer for Al Gore's doc on global warming.
PsiArcade
Play here and strengthen your powers!!
What the Bleep Do We Know?
Wanna see what water crystals do to the tune of Mozart? Then check out the website for the movie, "What the Bleep Do We Know?"
The Four Reasons
Self explanatory.
RTD Article, Remote Viewing
A co-worker who tuned me into remote viewing.
Shrillblog!
The world is shrill! Check daily on shrillblog.com to see the latest depths of shrillness.
Bestest vocalist ever! Check out her fan page: Happy Rhodes
Waterhouse
For the most part, would rather watch raindrops:
Beyond the Ashes: Cases of Reincarnation from the Holocaust by Yonassan Gershom
This book is the bomb!
Across Time and Death by Jenny Cockell
Her experience is closest to mine.
Dr. Ian Stevenson... Child Past Lives ,
and in turn, my good friend, Steve Sakellarios, Gold Thread . All of those whose minds are open to spiritual pathways that are unencumbered by religious doctrine.
In general, people who strive to bring complex issues to the masses. Who are more interested in throwing open doors to understanding than they are their own "success..." 1. Kenneth Branagh, a master of Shakespearean dialogue, as it finally should be spoken:
Branagh
2. Ken Burns, introducing historical topics in unique ways:
Ken Burns
3. Leonard Bernstein, pulled a generation of youth to classical music, plus his brother, Elmer, wrote the theme music for "To Kill a Mockingbird," huge favorite of mine:
Bernstein
4.Elizabeth Kubler Ross, Until her death, the quintessential researcher on death and dying, nde's and grieving process. Her works informed much of my second book.
Kubler Ross
She is too fond of books, and it has turned her brain.
~ Louisa May Alcott ~
If Death is Kind
Perhaps if death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
We shall be happy, for the dead are free.
Sara Teasdale
"We should take care, in inculcating patriotism into our boys and girls, that it is a patriotism above the narrow sentiment which usually stops at one's country, and thus inspires jealousy and enmity in dealing with others. Our patriotism should be of the wider, nobler kind which recognises justice and reasonableness in the claims of others and which lead our country into comradeship with...the other nations of the world. The first step to this end is to develop peace and goodwill within our borders, by training our youth of both sexes to its practice as their habit of life, so that the jealousies of town against town, class against class and sect against sect no longer exist; and then to extend this good feeling beyond our frontiers towards our neighbours."
Lord Baden-Powell