Upper Rubber Boot prompt
21: black and white
22: can't wait to see
I have fond memories of a morning I spent in Jacksonville almost three years ago. There were beautifully bedecked lions...
...and a spice shop, where I purchased some presents, and the San Marco Bookstore
, where I picked up three more gifts. (This was the road trip where I picked up Christmas stamps for that year's holiday mailing and then couldn't remember where I'd stashed them until January. This year I'm sticking with roses
.) The store was having a Buy 1 Get 1 free sale, so I treated myself to Samuel Chamberlain's Bouquet de France
(sixth printing August 1960), which includes both black-and-white photographs and line drawings:
A painting I can't wait to see again (and unsuccessfully searched for online a few nights ago) is Irwin Hoffman's Portrait of Dorothea G. Hoffman
, which hangs in the Boston Public Library's Fine Arts/Music Reading Room. It's a marvelous record of a beautiful woman, and it's been almost a decade since I last visited her (and the danger is, of course, that the painting may be rotated out by the time I next get myself to Suffolk County. Not too long ago, Cheekwood put back into a storage a painting I'd just started writing about but hadn't taken complete notes on, thinking it would be there the next time...). I keep my precious copy of the BPL reading room art list tucked inside a guidebook from Cambridge's Globe Corner store:
At the moment, though, I'm abandoning all my grand plans for the afternoon in favor of a nap. (Current rule of thumb: if I'm too tired to wash the dishes, I'm too tired to go out again. Plus there are mushroom bao to make...) I did sing in two services this morning, and I write about how the Gospel of Luke got me thinking about Jack Gilbert over at Vary the Line
, which Mary is reviving
, with contributions from me and Joanne
at least once a month.This entry was originally posted at http://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/118205.html.
Upper Rubber Boot prompt 18
My copy of Jim Ottaviani's Suspended in Language
is on loan to a friend, so you get this instead:
Sir Mark Oliphant, in Ann Mozley Moyal's Portraits in Science
I was a member of a group that was led by Niels Bohr, after the test in Alamogordo, that was very much against the use of this new weapon on civilian cities. Niels Bohr, who was our spokesman -- which was a pity in some ways, because his English wasn't good and [laughs
] his wife told me his Danish was almost as bad -- but he became our spokesman and was very very good and persistent in his approach.
Related:Wikipedia's Pauli effect entry, which links to my sonnet about sameA Particular Truth--1941 - on Bohr and HeisenbergAt Teaching Resources, which obtained it via Moving Poems, which features Nic Sebastian's take as well: Othniel Smith's video remix of "Playing Duets with Heisenberg's Ghost"This entry was originally posted at http://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/117814.html.
Upper Rubber Boot Prompt 16
: instrumentsRecently reading poems
about Madam CJ Walker and A'Lelia Walker
has me itching to resume contributing to the African American National Biography
project (for which I wrote entries on Frederick Asbury Cullen, Rose Leary Love, and Gertrude Rush some years ago).
But there are existing commitments to honor first, including learning Paul Winter et al.'s Missa Gaia
, which a friend last night joked has become "The Unitarian Universalist Messiah
(which, yes, my church has performed multiple times in the past twenty years, but this November's Music Sunday will be the first one I'm available for).
You know you're in for something different when the credited composers include wolves and whales:
I am reminded that I really do live in an amazing town -- the saxophone soloist for Music Sunday will be Jeff Coffin
, and some other Sunday I'll get myself to one of Acme's jazz or soul brunches
, and some other time I'll hit the clubs and workshops on the list. But first, there is work to do and there are friends to see. In the meantime: Madam CJ Walker and John Coltrane, at a now-closed doll museum in North Carolina...This entry was originally posted at http://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/117442.html.
The subject line is from Diane Ackerman's "I Praise My Destroyer," which also contains these lines:it was grace to live
among the fruits of summer, to love by design,
and walk the startling Earth
Cigarette machine, Jerusalem, 2009
Poetry machine, The Paper Hound Bookshop, Vancouver, 2013
Stationery shop, Wilmington (NC), 2012
Madison County Public Library, 2008
Paris, 2009This entry was originally posted at http://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/116746.html.
In the photo: If I Had Wheels or Love
- Vassar MillerCollected Poems
- Lynda HullIn Advance of All Parting
- Ansie BairdA Year in Poetry
- edited by Thomas E. Foster and Elizabeth C. GuthrieStaying Alive
- edited by Neil Astley
I'll probably spend part of tonight with one of these books. But first I will be finishing up the assembling of tonight's dinner (a variation of Bittman's chickpea tagine with chicken and apricots
), and looking at other chicken recipes for tomorrow night. It will likely be pot pie if I feel I have time; if not, chicken salad sandwiches with leftover mashed potatoes on the side. The focus on chicken is thanks to a manager's special Saturday that resulted in me stewing a crockpot full of thighs; some of the chicken jelly was ladled onto the dog's kibble tonight, and oh, such rejoicing and gobbling there was by the auld girl.This entry was originally posted at http://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/116700.html.
I am in love with this sentence I just saw in the the New York Times
, about the Super Blood Moon:
This entry was originally posted at http://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/116148.html.
"You're basically seeing all of the sunrises and sunsets across the world, all at once, being reflected off the surface of the moon," said Dr. Sarah Noble, a program scientist at NASA.
- Music:Joseph Arthur, "Honey and the Moon"