time dissolving slowly
stalls as the light should change
even then we can’t see
time dissolving slowly
sorted by memory
lost pieces rearrange
time dissolving slowly
stalls as the light should change
shake off old winter’s doldrums
linger to smell the flowers
as April’s cold grasp succumbs
shake off old winter’s doldrums
and smile for finally spring comes
in fragrant sunlit hours
shake off old winter’s doldrums
linger to smell the flowers
anarchists or enemies
bombs in the streets of Boston
terror on a sudden breeze
anarchists or enemies
a peaceful afternoon flees
the chaos can’t be undone
anarchists or enemies
bombs in the streets of Boston
things fall apart
that’s what they do
breaking your heart
things fall apart
can’t push restart
‘til we get through
things fall apart
that’s what they do
I flex my muscles
and jump in the sea
inspiration pulls
I flex my muscles
a soft breeze rustles
the sunshine for me
I flex my muscles
and jump in the sea
sing an old song for me
one to leave me entranced
steal my heart achingly
sing an old song for me
relight the mystery
and joy so long distanced
sing an old song for me
one to leave me entranced
R – E – S – P – E – C – T
far more than inconstant love
couple it with honesty
R – E – S – P – E – C – T
find out what it means to me
you’re the man I’m dreaming of
R – E – S – P – E – C – T
far more than inconstant love
everything’s coming up roses
(please) let the sun shine in
a door opens as one closes
everything’s coming up roses
but still Pinocchio’s nose is
growing so didn’t we win
everything’s coming up roses
(please) let the sun shine in
A mandolinist, a bandolimist, a writer, a photographer, a wannabe Brasileira. Check my webpage for information on my music and my sometimes life in Rio.
I have made a plan for this year, beginning on my birthday- October 16, 2008 - to keep creativity in focus in my daily life, spontaneously, reflectively, and with intention, by setting in motion several series of small events. Every day I will take a photo and record a thought. Every week I will write a sonnet and photograph myself in the context of my life. And I will post it all here. Maybe not every day, but I will maintain the schedule of each series and post as often as I can. I think this will be fun, may be interesting, and will result in a considered year of small moments stolen from a busy life and strung together to make... who knows? At this point it's just a plan. Wish me luck~ here goes!
“Year 2″ begins– so what’s changing?
I have completed a year of this blog-- amazing! And I've decided to continue on, because this document has become a treasured reflective spot in my life. There will be some changes for "Year 2," beginning on my birthday, October 16, 2009. I'll expand the options for my weekly poem beyond sonnet to add some other forms-- rondeau or triolet, possibly villanelle. I just added the decima in late January. And in August I am adding the pantoum. Definitions will appear below as the forms enter this page. I'll continue to post a photo daily, but I may post several pictures taken on one day over the course of a week if I have an interesting series. I may even post an old photo if I'm writing about something I'm thinking back to. I'll continue to have fun with this project & I hope you will too. Thanks for reading!
“Year 3″
For Year 3 I tried some changes, including other people in the self-portraits that accompany my poems, adding "Musical Sundays" to post mp3s of my music, but these petered out in a few months. This is simply a place for my daily thoughts & photos, and weekly poems in the forms I love. Onward...!
The material on these pages belongs to me
Everything published here was created especially for this project and is owned and copyright by me. When the project is complete I may do something concrete with some of it. So enjoy, but please, if you want to share more than a quote or two send people here, don't displace my work from its context or authorship.
What’s a sonnet?
A sonnet is a 14-line iambic pentameter poem with a unique and characteristic rhyme scheme. They have been written in Europe and England for centuries, and usually combine viewpoint and reflection in a personal yet universal way. I call mine blank-verse sonnets and try for a simple casual scan that observes yet obscures the form. Inspirations are the American sonnets of e. e. cummings and Edna "Vince" Millay.
What’s a villanelle?
A villanelle is an early French form with 19 lines using only 2 rhymes, traditionally broken into 6 verses. It's kind of obsessive, with lines 1 & 3 repeating alternately, the 4th time as lines 18 & 19. The lines can be any length, but don't seem to vary within a poem, and subjects include love, loss and challenge. Dylan Thomas, Elizabeth Bishop and Sylvia Plath all wrote them, and from the minute I typed villanelle in "Year 2 begins" I was itching to try it out because I've never written one. My first appear in Weeks 53 & 56. I've run some verses together, as many modern writers have done, for continuity and a cleaner line.
What’s a rondeau?
A rondeau is a form of medieval poetry that pre-dates the villanelle and also uses only 2 rhymes. The earliest come from an 8-line song form with 2 lines of music that repeat-- line 1 as 4 & 7, and line 2 as 8, rhyming the rest in a characteristic pattern. The result is a sturdy little poem that makes its point thoughtfully, and less obsessively than the villanelle, perhaps because the generating couplet is unrhymed, and the lines don't need to be the same length, just able to be sung or spoken in the same amount of time. The first ones appear in weeks 55 & 57. Sometimes the poetic form, sans music, is called a triolet.
What’s a decima?
A decima is an early 10-line Spanish poetic form, with a distinct break after the first 4. It uses an 8-syllable line and has an unusual but characteristic rhyme scheme. It's also a 19th-century form of improvised Cuban song so I thought it would work well in this blog format. My first appear in weeks 66 & 69.
What’s a pantoum?
A Malaysian form from the 15th century-- how exotic! It's a series of quatrains, w/ lines 2 & 4 repeating as lines 1 & 3 in the next. The last quatrain also uses lines 1 & 3 from the first quatrain, with the first line ending the poem. So every line is used twice. My first one is week 95.