Monday, October 24, 2016

The sound of your voice

I think I can see in your face
There's a lot you can teach me

There's a lot Anna-Maria Hefele can teach us. If you aren't familiar with overtone singing (creating the sound of two notes at the same time), prepare to have your mind blown.

I have a list of "Liked Videos" and this one was near the overtone one. It's not much of a reason to put them together, but this song is good for a Monday. They are certainly joyful...

Friday, October 21, 2016

The Soul selects the Winter Poem Swap

logo by Elena

Winter Poem Swap information follows today's poetry. "The Soul selects her own Society" is one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems. It resonated with me as a teen and stayed with me ever after. As you will see, Alicia Ostriker feels the same way!

The Soul selects her own Society (303)
by Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886

The Soul selects her own Society —
Then — shuts the Door —
To her divine Majority —
Present no more —

Unmoved — she notes the Chariots — pausing —
At her low Gate —
Unmoved — an Emperor be kneeling
Upon her Mat —

I’ve known her — from an ample nation —
Choose One —
Then — close the Valves of her attention —
Like Stone —


An Acrostic for Emily
by Alicia Ostriker

This is one of ED's smartest or wisest poems.
Her insight here tickles; it also encourages.
Even before I knew I was a poet,
Something was promising me that my choice, not
Only of whom but of what (beauty, art, poetry) to love would be valid; that however
Unclear most things were in my world,
Love would be clear and
Simple. And soulful. Don't you love the s's in that first line?
Ever notice there are four of them? And how they slow the line up? Then
Look how the next line snaps shut!
Emily reproduces, rhythmically, the careful intentionality of selection and its
Then she brings politics into it, but sideways. Divinely,
"Soul" outvotes all opposition. Majority rules. Soul as majority? How improbable!

read the rest here


I've shared this before, but it fits here so nicely:

Portrait of the Dickinson Children
by J.R. Solonche

Even if you did not already know, you would know.
It's the ten-year-old redhead on the left.
It's the one with her head on fire.
It's the one with the faraway look in her eyes.
It's the one with the open book and the rose in her hand.
It's the one with the one thousand seven hundred seventy-five secrets in her smile.


Now, about the Winter Poem Swap!

What is the swap? If you choose to participate, you will send an original poem and small gift by December 12, and you will receive one as well! To participate, send me your name, mailing address, and anything I should know, such as your allergies. If you would like to be paired for your swap (instead of potentially giving your poem to one person and receiving a poem from another), let me know. Drop me a line at tabatha (at) by Halloween.

You can find the Poetry Friday round-up at The Miss Rumphius Effect. Thanks, Tricia!

Thursday, October 20, 2016


Now I got a time machine at home. It only goes forward at regular speed. It's essentially a cardboard box and on the outside I wrote "Time Machine" in sharpie.
~Demetri Martin

Pizza boxes and other cardboard art:

Pizza box art I
Newtown graffiti

Pizza box 10, oil on pizza box
Kirsi Karppinen

Lonely Planet
Sharon Hinchliffe

JAM Project, Cardboard City exhibition at Soldiers Rd gallery

Era tan bueno (He was so good)

"Echo of The Cave" Exhibition, Tel-Aviv, by the StyleMustDie crew
photo by Nir

Fish 8
Jacque Davis

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Musical triumph

I feel so entirely in my element with a full orchestra; even if my mortal enemies were marshalled before me, I could lead them, master them, surround them, or repulse them.
~Robert Schumann

Hooray for the power of musicians playing together! I was so moved by Al-Nour Wal Amal (Light and Hope) Chamber Orchestra, composed of a group of visually-impaired girls and women from Egypt. Their music is translated into braille, which they memorize. The musicians have to maintain the beats and their entrances, etc. on their own since they cannot see a conductor.

Monday, October 17, 2016

So glad we've almost made it

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.
~Alison Croggon

Diane Birch today.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

500 plants

A place becomes a home when it sustains you, when it feeds you in body as well as spirit.
~Robin Wall Kimmerer

This person's apartment has 500 plants! I wouldn't really want to deal with all their care, but I would get a huge kick out of hanging out there!

Friday, October 14, 2016

Shakespeare Lives!

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts
~William Shakespeare, As You Like It

The British Council is marking the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare's death in 2016. These two videos came from that celebration of his work, Shakespeare Lives:

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat —
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

A seize-the-day quote from Twelfth Night:

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty:
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Helena Bonham Carter in Twelfth Night

And here's a Romeo and Juliet bonus:

Live Your Poem has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Irene!