Blessed Beltane (or May Day, if you prefer) Everyone!

I just wanted to run a quick post to wish everyone a very, very Happy Beltane.

The Lord and Lady wish you a Happy Beltane!

Here is the Wikipedia entry for Beltane, “Read More About It”! ;-)

Blessed Be!

Jamy :-D

“Bellfounding” (and Happy National Poetry Month!)

Hello Hello Hello Bloginistas!

I wrote this poem some time ago after having an argument with my partner and wanted to share it with you. It is written in iambic pentameter blank verse, for those of you “form nerds” out there. Enjoy! :-D

Oh and by the way, HAPPY NATIONAL POETRY MONTH 2015 (which is almost over, but AT LEAST I made it! ;-) )!!

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Bellfounding

I am forged into ire, my Paul Revere,
when you yell. An angrier bell than I
could have wrought with my emotion’s hammers.
Your alloy is pure, while mine is demure,
it doesn’t shine as bright or peal as loud.

A bell is a musical instrument,
a planned implement of percussion, and
you are Emperor of the Musicale,
I, a viola with a missing string.
No chance for mend, I am set on the wall,
not played, gathering derision like dust.

Once the clapper is placed and the yoke is
set, it is evident whose workmanship
is finer, I clearly lack the lathe to
refine my work. So my bell curve is heavy
and my pitch is imperfect while yours is
absolute, Mr. Boyle’s zero, but I
won’t gain a thing by participation.

The bellfounding is complete, and it’s time
to test our work. Before the first ring though,
the process quickly becomes a faded
memory and all is forgotten. They
are cardboard, these bells, cutouts to put on
a schoolroom wall, there to represent the
founding of America, put up with scotch
tape, a small reminder, but one that won’t
last (but the outline will be there forever).

© Jamy Sweet 2011-04-13

Here is the Wikipedia entry on Bellfounding, in case you: A. wanted to know more about the fascinating history and process, or, B. thought I misspelled it (like every spellchecker available) for the sake of “poetic license”, ha HA!!

And a link about National Poetry Month:
@ poets.org

Jamy :-D

“Flirtation” by Rita Dove

Greetings Bloginistas!

Here’s a quick post of a gorgeous poem by one of the modern queens of poetry (and a personal idol), Rita Dove.

“Flirtation”

After all, there’s no need
to say anything

at first. An orange, peeled
and quartered, flares

like a tulip on a wedgewood plate
Anything can happen.

Outside the sun
has rolled up her rugs

and night strewn salt
across the sky. My heart

is humming a tune
I haven’t heard in years!

Quiet’s cool flesh—
let’s sniff and eat it.

There are ways
to make of the moment

a topiary
so the pleasure’s in

walking through.

Rita Dove, “Flirtation” from Museum (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1983). Copyright © 1983 by Rita Dove

I would, as I usually do, share some of my favorite lines, but the entire thing is pretty damn perfect, so, in the words of Miranda Priestly:

That's All

Jamy :-D

“Mondrian”

Hello Sweet Bloginistas!

I was recently looking at some of my favorite artists and came across this image:

Abstract Cubes - Mondrian

I decided to write a poem that distilled my impression of his work into poetry the same way that he distilled the world down to squares of primary color. Enjoy! :-D

Mondrian

MECHANICAL GRIDS,
STAINED-GLASS
SQUARES,
APPEARING AND
APPEARING AND
APPEARING —
PRIMARY-COLORED
ORDERED
CHAOS.

SEMAPHORE FLAGS
SEWN TOGETHER
WITH
PAINTED THREAD;
A MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE
MUSEUM-INTENDED
ALTHOUGH
SEEMING TO BE
MARITIME TELEGRAPHY.

IT’S REDUCTIVE —
LIVE SCENES AND
BEAUTIFUL TREES
REDUCED TO
ROBOTIC
MOTHERBOARD SQUARES
PROGRAMMED TO RUN
SESAME STREET
COMPUTERS.

COMPUTERS THAT RUN
RED AND WHITE
AND
YELLOW AND BLACK
SIREN LIGHTS
ON HAPPY, CARTOON
TOTALITARIAN
POLICE CARS.

IT ALL MAKES SENSE
IF YOU HAVE THE
RIGHT LENSES
WITH WHICH TO
VIEW IT;

LENSES TINTED
THE MOTHER
COLORS,
GIVING US
THE SAME
UNDERSTANDING
AS DE HEER MONDRIAN:
THEY ARE
THE BEGINNING
AND
THE ENDING
OF
EVERYTHING.

© Jamy Sweet 2015-03-26

Here’s a link to his Wikipedia entry if you would like to read more about him:
Piet Mondrian
And a link to a site that functions as a portal to information on the life and work of Mondrian (it’s in Dutch, mostly, but there are some lovely pictures if you click around): Gemeentemuseum Den Haag
Lastly, Piet Mondrian at the Museum of Modern Art

Jamy :-D

My Latest New Favorite Poet: Robert Hedin

My latest new favorite poet is Robert Hedin. The below poem (from American Life in Poetry: Column 519) does an amazing job of combining history, everyday life, and the disparate ways we all deal with grief. A juggling act, to be sure, handled with perfect precision by Mr. Hedin.

Raising the Titanic


I spent the winter my father died down in the basement,
under the calm surface of the floorboards, hundreds

of little plastic parts spread out like debris
on the table. And for months while the snow fell

and my father sat in the big chair by the Philco, dying,
I worked my way up deck by deck, story by story,

from steerage to first class, until at last it was done,
stacks, deck chairs, all the delicate rigging.

And there it loomed, a blazing city of the dead.
Then painted the gaping hole at the waterline

and placed my father at the railings, my mother
in a lifeboat pulling away from the wreckage.

I really love the last lines:

“And there it loomed, a blazing city of the dead.
Then painted the gaping hole at the waterline

and placed my father at the railings, my mother
in a lifeboat pulling away from the wreckage.”

They, so sadly, show that in the vein of “women and children first” he’s saving his mother by putting her on the lifeboat and leaving his father to perish with the ship (which is a truly poignant way of comparing it all to his father’s coming passing).

The full article can be found by clicking here.

Enjoy! :-D

Jamy

Happy Ostara!

Ostara Description

What is Ostara?

I wanted to post a quick thought to all my lovely Bloginistas, wishing you all a WONDERFUL first day of Spring!

If you are Wiccan, then Happy Ostara and may all of your rituals be fruitful and successful.

Here is a great article on what it means, and the things it represents: Spring Equinox 2015: 3 Things To Know About The Pagan Ostara Festival

From my fellow Bloginista’s wonderful blog Cauldron and Brew: A Witch’s Blog, here are Three Ostara Rituals to practice on your own.

There’s also a fun Google Doodle to celebrate the day!

Blessed Be,

Jamy

A Love Letter To Charles Bukowski

Dear Charles,

I have written about you only once here, and that was a re-blog, and so I felt that I wanted, nay, NEEDED, to post directly to you, my inspiration, you who leaves me awe-struck, every time I read your words.

There are so many things that I could say, so many quotes that I could quote, so many poems and novels that I could cite, that this letter could be longer than In Search of Lost Time, so I shall TRY be brief.

I heard about you when I first met my partner some 20+ years ago. He knew of my desire to become a writer, and how much I loved writing and reading poetry. So he, being the most wonderful, thoughtful man in the world, gave me my first taste (“You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense”) of the rare, exotic vintage of Thunderbird you pour on to your pages.

Once I devoured it, I was hooked, addicted to you, whom Time magazine called the “Laureate of American Lowlife”. But you are so much more than that, Hank, and we all know it.

You are a prophet, a humorist, an Angeleno, a California Shakespeare of the forgotten masses.

You are a great novelist AND a great poet, a rare combination, and a combination of which most authors can only dream (or are too envious to admit). A few examples (of the many!) that are my favorites of yours:

POEMS:

NOVELS:

Thank you (or maybe I should be thanking those gods that gave you this tremendous gift) for your words, Hank, I wish that I could have thanked you in person.

Love,

Jamy

BTW, for those of you that would like to “read more about him”, this is a great article about one woman’s “two degrees of separation” experience with the great Hank Chinaski.