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Poem by Lewis Turco (USA)

7 Dicembre 2013, 18:40pm

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saint-nicholas.jpg. Image by Tomie De Paola. DECEMBER 2012: A TERZANELLE

 

DECEMBER 2012: A TERZANELLE

 

On a first stanza by Christopher Wiseman

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By Lewis Turco

 

The Christmas poet tried a villanelle,

But, blocked, he couldn't do it, couldn't find

Words less useless than a faint “Noël.”

 

His Christmas correspondent didn’t mind

Because he felt that he could help a bit

But, blocked, he couldn't do it, couldn't find

 

The proper rhyming word that he could fit

Into the rhyme scheme of a villanelle

Still, he felt that he could help a bit

 

If he composed a simple terzanelle,

For it was much the same form, after all.

Into the rhyme scheme of a villanelle

 

His Christmas correspondent made that call

And presto! There it was: an Xmas carol

In very much the same form, after all!

 

After all the angst and folderol

The correspondent tried a terzanelle

And presto! There it was: an Xmas carol,

 

Words more useful than a faint “Noël.”

 

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Kodály Nursery Ryhmes - image by Cecilia du Toit, Namibia

23 Novembre 2013, 14:47pm

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http://www.paintingsilove.com/artist/cecilia8

 

 http://www.artbreak.com/cili

 

SONG: One bird flying high two fish swimming by here we sit and watch the river and the summer sky

 

by  Bela Bartok, Hungarian composer.

 

Violinist Heinz Czech has composed a  kind of a duet on the piano  for the song.

 


Image and Music are proposed by Cecilia du Toit and Heinz Czech.

 

The Kodály Method, also referred to as the Kodály Concept, is an approach to music education developed in Hungary during the mid-twentieth century by Zoltán Kodály.

It is a method used in Kodaly Academy (GB) and is meant for Nursery Schools children in order to develop their rhythm for music and singing ability.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kod%C3%A1ly_Method

 

 

 

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"Lorenzo Dancing" painting by Funtears, Chicago - USA. "In the Blue" poem by Agneta Falk, San Francisco - USA

23 Novembre 2013, 07:46am

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Link: http://funtears1.wix.com/naqeesart

 

IN THE BLUE

 

I see the world

when I close my eyes

when I listen in the blue.

I hear a voice which has lived

in the blue so long that it contains

all memories, all mistakes, all fantasies.

A voice in zero, where it’s quiet

so quiet that I can hear all names

in one name, where the blue flame licks

this name to a burning whisper,

the voice that lifts you from inside

takes you out to sea

where a thunderstorm is building

and brings you back over the still water,

the voice that goes

where nobody else dares.

That voice burns in me,

in the blue.

 

 

AGNETA FALK

 

(courtesy of the author)

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ADEL GORGY's Art and LIDIA CHIARELLI's Poetry

20 Ottobre 2013, 19:30pm

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Cross-Cultural Communications Broadside

Traces of Pollock #3   - Artwork by ADEL GORGY, Long Island, NY

http://adelgorgy.com/

Image & Poetry

for Jackson Pollock

Pollock-Krasner House, East Hampton 

Now at last

I see you

Jackson Pollock

kneeling on the floor

handling sticks and brushes

dripping paints on your canvas.

From the dark night of your mind

a different universe emerges

new galaxies

(long looping lines)

take form

 as your hands move rapidly around

formless and timeless realms

where I sink deep and deeper

wrapped in the colours

of your Greyed Rainbow.

For a while I will linger and listen to

the silence of the ocean

(or maybe to the roaring motor of your Oldsmobile convertible)

then – tonight –

I will write a poem just for you

Jackson Pollock.

 

                                                                                                                                  August 2, 2012

                                                                     Lidia Chiarelli

Link: http://lidiachiarelli.jimdo.com/

 

 

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"Abstracting Abstraction" exhibition by ADEL GORGY, USA

10 Ottobre 2013, 06:23am

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01-AdelGorgy_Evite_TracesOfPol.jpg"Abstracting Abstraction" exhibition by ADEL GORGY, NY

BAFFA Gallery, Sayville, NY

October 12 - 27 2013

 

 

 

 

Acknowledgement

 

 

I thank the poets whose poems have inspired these collaborations and those for whom my work was inspirational.

 

Hassanal Abdullah,  Mia Barkan Clarke,  Stanley H. Barkan,  Laura Boss, Sultan Catto,  Lidia Chiarelli,  Joan Digby,  John Digby,  Kristine Doll, Charles Fishman,  Maria Mazziotti Gillan,  Mary Gorgy,  

Peter Thabit Jones,  Carolyn Mary Kleefeld,  Robin Metz,  Nabil Naoum, Marsha Solomon,  Aeronwy Thomas,  and  Bill Wolak

 

I also thank Aeronwy Thomas, the first poet with whom I collaborated, Immagine&Poesia the international art/literary movement in Torino, Italy, and its president, Lidia Chiarelli, who sparked these collaborations, and Stanley H. Barkan, the publisher of Cross-Cultural Communications, who published these collaborations as the Art & Poetry Series of broadsides.

 

For all you, my dear friends, I am ever grateful.

 

 

 

Adel Gorgy

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Mostra - Exposition - Exhibition: Immagine & Poesia - Sweden, July - August 2013

18 Luglio 2013, 07:37am

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"Pulse of Life" painting by Lalit Jain, India.

14 Luglio 2013, 19:46pm

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                                                                                   (copyright Lalit Jain)

 

Link: http://www.lalitkjain.com/

 

 

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"Spirit of Nature" painting by Lalit Jain, India. Poem by Lilac, India

14 Luglio 2013, 19:42pm

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"Cooking with Jim" poem by Ruth Sabath Rosenthal, New York

5 Luglio 2013, 04:33am

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Cooking with Jim                             

 

actually, with him in spirit, in the kitchen

of his quaint brownstone on West 12th Street

in Manhattan, decades after his death.

 

And quite at home with him, I chop and slice;

bake, twice-baked potatoes — their skins crisping

to perfection; roast, the prime tenderloin of beef

 

he’d earlier instructed me to hand-rub with

coarsely ground black pepper and kosher salt.

(I used sea salt and that was ok with him.)

 

Right now, he’s reminding me to stir my roux,

then I should add crisp bacon bits, made earlier,

to the chopped spinach I just finished sautéing.

 

He says I should wait till the last minute

to toss the mélange of local field greens with

the lemongrette he had me make in lieu of

 

vinaigrette, because, it seems that vinegar

often spoils the taste of wine. As for the wines

with dinner: for the salad, I’m chilling

 

a 2011 Seyval Blanc from New York State;

with the beef dish, a 10-year-old California

Zinfandel; this followed by a 2010 Pinot Noir

 

from Oregon, paired with artisanal cheeses

from Vermont and Connecticut, plus

crisp sourdough rolls and flatbreads;

 

and, in the frig, chilling, a late-harvest, Long Island

Riesling to complement the secret confection hidden

away on a silver tray till it’s time for dessert.

 

According to Jim, red wine should be served at

room temperature, and since older reds have a layer

of sediment in the bottle, he said the Zin will need

 

to be decanted, and that, right before serving;

he wants the Pinot to breathe 15 minutes, or so,

in the glass before being drunk.

 

(The aeration of younger reds will rid those wines of

their chalky tasting tannins.) All this for my guests

who’ll soon be sitting round my dining table akin to

 

Jim’s 60 inch round green marble slab of a tabletop,

where, before the first bite of the Jim-inspired,

5-star meal, I’ll raise my glass to the big bald guy —


James Beard, “The Father of American Cuisine.”

 

RUTH SABATH ROSENTHAL is a New York poet, published in literary journals
and poetry anthologies throughout the U.S. and in Canada, Greece, India, Israel,
Romania, and the U.K. In 2006, her poem "on yet another birthday" was nominated
for a Pushcart prize. Ruth has 3 full-length books of poetry: "Facing Home and Beyond," 
"little, but by no means small," "Food: Nature vs Nurture," and a chapbook "Facing Home."
For more on Ruth, visit website:  http://www.ruthsabathrosenthal.moonfruit.com  

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"Gioisci della vita" poesia di Eralda Andreo Trovero, Italia - "Dear Dove" dipinito di Lalit Jain, India

4 Luglio 2013, 05:28am

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dear dove

                                                                   (copyright Lalit Jain)

 

Link: http://www.lalitkjain.com/

 

GIOISCI DELLA VITA ( 2007 )

 

Ogni momento che palpita nel cuore

in una dimensione d’amore

è un gran regalo dal cielo

custodito dalla notte sotto il proprio velo,

ti svegli e scopri che non è un sogno,

ma un immenso spazio di bisogno.

Cerca di ascoltare

il bimbo che chiama e ti porge la mano,

la voce fievole insicura dell’anziano,

i consigli di chi ti vuole bene

e tutto quello che di buono dal tuo cuore viene.

La vita è un continuo percorso d’evoluzione,

non aver fretta di arrivare,

fermati e prenditi il tempo di ammirare.

Osserva il gabbiano che vola nel cielo,

la farfalla che si posa sullo stelo,

contempla le cime degli alti monti innevati,

i folti boschi ed i verdi prati.

Guarda il sole quando saluta la luna,

l’airone che si specchia nella laguna,

ammira la notte magica scendere

e le stelle nel cielo risplendere.

Tutto è bellezza, non dimenticare di vivere

e lascia che il tempo faccia tutto accadere,

aspetta senza fretta l’ultima tua sera

 

tra sospiri, ricordi e preghiera.

 

Eralda Andreo in Trovero

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