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Month: December, 2013

Ice Storm in Toronto (with Carl Sandburg)

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We could say the ice arrives leaping like a cat.

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And the cat silently contemplates windows and branches

before moving on.

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My simple paraphrase reworking the short poem Fog. To address recent weather: silver & luminous with shattered trees & a million people without power. Upon us like a thief in the night.

Fog by Carl Sandburg: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174299

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One question I would ask Carl Sandburg, whose answer would intrigue me greatly: Baudelaire or Scarborough Fair? 

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‘Fading in, Fading out, Dissolving’

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Images juxtaposing a needle or vaccine with the idea of film credits rolling at the end of a love affair.

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A list of ingredients on a label on a jar. The love affair revisited as a series of scenes.

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The body memory supercharged with moments of elation or conversely defeat, possibly reacting to the cure. Striving to achieve harmony.

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Film As Art written by Rudolf Arnheim. Film als Kunst first published in 1932. A book of standards, a theory of film.

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In the chapter ‘Other Capacities of Film Technique’ a section: Fading in, Fading out, Dissolving. 

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Sometimes in order to avoid sudden appearance a picture is allowed to grow slowly out of the darkness, or to disappear in the same way.

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 Fading in and fading out can be used to show people’s subjective perception; for instance, when a person is waking up or falling asleep.

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for instance,

when a person is waking up

or falling asleep.

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Where You Are by Eileen Sheehan

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garden god

 You lie down in whatever bed

you lie down in, the pillow accepting

the weight of your head, the mattress

receiving your body like a longed-for guest.

You move in your sleep and the sheets

react to your turnings, the blankets adjust,

shaping themselves to your outline. The air

in the room keeps time with your breathing,

accepts being displaced while I circle the walls

of the city you dream. My papers

are worn, frayed at the edges; that picture

I have of myself, clouding-over and spotted

with rain: my face is dissolving before me. The night

holds you in sleep, you are stilled by its comforts;

by the fabrics absorbing the sweat you expel.

My cries go unheeded as I stand at the gate

pleading admittance. There is no one to turn to

as you shed a layer of your skin while you lie there,

dead to the world; my one reliable witness.

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The moon by Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews

 moon dragon

I am the moon

round

distant

cold light

reflecting the sun’s warmth

back to a blue planet

bluish green

a lover’s smile

forever light years away

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black space

gravity pulling

tidal waves of emotion

emotional

forever love

on shores of childhood dreams.

village moon

I am the moon

pale maiden in the morning sky

large orange crone at dusk.

river

Alone

I ignite the dark

for moonlight kisses.

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Josie Di Sciascio-Andrews has two collections of poetry: “The Whispers of Stones” and “Sea Glass”.  Nature and one’s place in it, is her muse. In 2013, she was shortlisted for Descant’s Winston Collins Best Canadian Poem Prize. She lives, teaches and writes in Oakville, Ontario, Canada.

Laundromat: July 10, 9:47 AM

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I’m in the

laundromat

because my dryer broke

and this radio is too loud

and every song sounds insincere –

finally Annie Lennox and

the Eurythmics are singing

Talk to Me.

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I wonder when I’ll ever

get around to reading

Ulysses.

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The radiator is painted

an almost indescribable

shade of turquoise.

Lively but dead serious –

mechanical.

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The top of each rib protrudes

thin, flat and sharp.

I can imagine these edges

pressing into my face

after they arrest me in the

grand sweep.

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Harnesses and 19th century

contraptions hoisting the radiator

above prisoners strapped to beds.

Thirty full seconds for each

inmate.

What if they decide to heat them?

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Loud sirens nearby.

A city wind blowing

through the open door.

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A guy reading a

book asks me

if I smell

cigarette smoke.

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“No.”

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Images of a Red Bird Traveling Indirectly to the Rivers of Babylon and the Irish Easter Rising

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french cardinal girl

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A friend of mine once told me, cheerfully, about a cardinal outside her window. I created an ambiguous image for her of a woman wearing a bird in flight & recently revisited this image, creating altered versions.

Surfing the web I discovered a poem published in a Georgia newspaper in 1873, a few short years after the American civil war, about a red bird:  http://wildbirdsbroadcasting.blogspot.ca/2013/07/lines-to-red-bird-poem-from-1873.html  The words …While at heart I wear the willow jumped out at me.

Investigating this phrase I discovered Scottish Celtic singer Karen Matheson’s haunting recording of  ‘I Will Not Wear the Willow.’ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-jm2P9UWLA

 @ http://www.thefreedictionary.com/Grieving we read Wear the willow: To mourn the death of a mate; to suffer from unrequited love. The willow, especially the weeping willow, has long been a symbol of sorrow or grief. Psalm 137:1-2 is said to explain why the branches of the willow tree droop: By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.

Wear the willow appeared in print by the 16th century but is rarely, if ever, heard today. There’s Marie wearing the willow because Engemann is away courting Madam Carouge. (Katharine S. Macquoid, At the Red Glove, 1885)

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Steeleye Span had a hit song in 1975 with lyrics about wearing willow in a hat. http://www.last.fm/music/Steeleye+Span/_/All+Around+My+Hat  The song “All Around my Hat” (Round 567, Laws P31) is of nineteenth century English origin. In an early version, dating from the 1820s, a Cockney costermonger vowed to be true to his fiancee, who had been sentenced to seven years transportation to Australia for theft and to mourn his loss by wearing green willow sprigs in his hatband for “a twelve-month and a day,” in a traditional symbol of mourning.

In Ireland, Peadar Kearney adapted the song to make it relate to an Republican lass whose lover has died in the Easter Rising, and who swears to wear the Irish tricolour in her hat in remembrance.

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Willow \Wil”low\, n. [OE. wilowe, wilwe, AS. wilig, welig; akin to OD. wilge, D. wilg, LG. wilge. Cf. Willy.] [1913 Webster](Bot.) Any tree or shrub of the genus Salix, including many species, most of which are characterized often used as an emblem of sorrow, desolation, or desertion. “A wreath of willow to show my forsaken plight.” –Sir W. Scott. Hence, a lover forsaken by, or having lost, the person beloved, is said to wear the willow. [1913 Webster] And I must wear the willow garland For him that’s dead or false to me. –Campbell. [1913 Webster]