Saturday, January 20, 2018

SOME VERSES for MY BIRTHDAY

Many of you know I have belonged to a writing  group for years.
We meet on Mondays for two hours and a leader gives prompts to which each responds in any way they wish and in any style or format. There's a time limit and depending on how many are present at each session,we usually manage two prompts per session. Most of us read out loud to the group but there is no obligation to share. Responses to a piece are confined to 'what I remember' or what I liked'. This is not about restructuring or critiquing.We've been on a long holiday break with an extra stretch due to the MLK Holiday, so this first prompt of our Winter session was sent by mail:

January by William Carlos Williams

Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
And the wind,
as before, fingers perfectly
its derisive music.
 
~*~

The first Cut
(some verses for my seventy fifth birthday)
by Michelle Slater


Sirens silenced the howling winds.
A bloody trail marked the steps
of a shocked mother rushed
through Emergency to
the operating theater.

An incision of 6 inches was made
through her lower abdomen,
then a second incision
opened her uterus.
I was delivered.

Thus unto this rude world I came.
Elsewhere, my father was
told I was probably dead.
It proved quite untrue
I howled the proof.

The storm raged all night and day.
I was swaddled and held apart.
In recovery, unavailable,
drugged to sleep, my
wounded mother.

What I felt I can not remember,
only imagine the pain of it,
the loneliness and fear
of that brutal welcome
hearing wind howl.

Childhood amnesia veils it all
for many years until one day
a bleeding wound becomes
the memory of something.
Howling confirms it.

This second cut sinks way down,
down to the level of the first,
carries it upward where
it joins the current pain.
Howling's the familiar.

It goes on like that into adolescence,
through adulthood and to old age,
so that every cut of every kind
might call the first to mind,
make a calm wind howl.
~*~


Actual Birth by Surgery



Friday, January 19, 2018

STILL RISING to RESIST


Saturday, January 20

Begins 5:30—6:30 pm
New York Public Library
476 5th Ave at 42nd Street, Manhattan, NY


FREE AND OPEN TO THE PUBLIC
 One year after our inaugural Writers Resist event, PEN America joins dozens of artists, arts organizations, and advocacy groups staging public events on Art Action Day. We'll host a sundown reading on the steps of the New York Public Library featuring literary texts that radically re-imagine community and mutual aid in the face of xenophobia, hatred, and threats to our sense of truth.
 Our exciting and growing lineup so far includes André Aciman, Tina Chang, Álvaro Enrigue, Justin Vivian Bond, George Emilio Sanchez, Anne Waldman, and others reading from the work of Gloria Anzaldúa, James Baldwin, Joy Harjo, and many more.

    Join us as we assemble to energize our community action and coalition building for the year ahead.

 

https://youtu.be/tRe5aACNx50


Note

My photographs from 2017


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Thursday, January 11, 2018

Monday, January 8, 2018

GONNA OCCUPY MY MIND

(from Kim Anderson of the blog Art In Red Wagons)
Last Night at the Golden Globes, Oprah Winfrey made an inspiring 9 minute speech, and though I didn't watch those awards it came to me from a blog I follow
The link will take you to another site
After watching, click back arrow to return here.
We are alive at one of the most destabilizing times in our National and International communities, and for many in our personal close to home lives. But I believe that the cumulative counter forces of truth and reason will prevail even if it might be too late to reverse climate change or restore our overburdened planet. It's never too late to step into the sphere of human consciousness to vote with every action and thought for what we most desire. It's never too late to be kind, to forgive and carry on, to stand firmly on the side of the abused and oppressed or to expose and resist tyranny.
https://youtu.be/L5rcrsCVbXw
~*~

On January the 20th I will be celebrating my Seventy Fifth year and if I'm well enough, I'll be standing on the steps of the New York City Public library with Activists, Poets and Writers who stand for much of what is also in my heart.
It begins 5:30—6:30pm
476 5th Ave, New York, NY 10018
FREE AND OPEN TO THE PUBLIC
"One year after our inaugural Writers Resist event, PEN America joins dozens of artists, arts organizations, and advocacy groups staging public events on Art Action Day. We'll host a sundown reading on the steps of the New York Public Library featuring literary texts that radically reimagine community and mutual aid in the face of xenophobia, hatred, and threats to our sense of truth. Our exciting and growing lineup so far includes André Aciman, Tina Chang, Álvaro Enrigue, Justin Vivian Bond, George Emilio Sanchez, Anne Waldman, and others reading from the work of Gloria Anzaldúa, James Baldwin, Joy Harjo, and many more. Join us as we assemble to energize our community action and coalition building for the year ahead."

I was there last year as well and blogged about it included is a full video of the event
Here
https://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/2017/01/writers-resist.html 
 ~*~

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

GRACE FOREST MAESTAS

2016
"August" This cloth lived here for awhile on loan a year or so ago, Then went back to it's maker, Grace Forest in New Mexico. Today it was returned to me as a gift.
~*~

Hand written letter
12. 16. 2017
"The drive took hours - Straight through, stopping only for gas. Smooth, arriving here, pulling the horse trailer up, then the Doe boat - positioning them, making a passage way out and into the gates with cattle prod. They F L O W E D out, into this Forest ---as if it were completely foreordained.    Tay runs FREE.   Tazmeena is spending her days just inside the travel trailer...so far.
-
12.17. 2017
Today is a week!  We are still figuring out, heat, running water.  There are leaks, drained batteries, etc. but we make headway.
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More--there are walks down into the forest with goats and Tay, kids and us. A whirl of Intention.This place is so Beyond Beauty Full. A real Forest. beauty-full and Full of Love. I am SO glad we had the courage. Blog it if you can and Love to all there. Peace Be."
~*~

One Musical Favorite of Hers 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-16VK4dwuI

Her Last Blog Post

Mailing Address
Grace Maestas
P.O. Box 968
Oroville, California  95965


Oroville California
Oroville is positioned off of Highway 70 and is in close proximity to Highway 99, which connects Butte County with Interstate 5, which travels the length of California. Oroville is approximately 65 miles north of Sacramento, the California State Capitol. Oroville is a good 2.5 hours from the San Francisco Bay Area and Reno.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oroville,_California  

Monday, January 1, 2018

DAYS GONE BY

Sung by Dougie MacLean, "Auld Lang Syne" is a Scots poem written by Robert Burns in 1788 and set to the tune of a traditional folk song. It is well known in many countries, especially (but far from exclusively) in the English-speaking world; its traditional use being to celebrate the start of the New Year at the stroke of midnight.

English translation
(The phrase ‘Auld Lang Syne’ itself means ‘old long ago’,which can be translated as ‘‘days gone by’)

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup!
and surely I’ll buy mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand my trusty friend!
And give me a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.
~*~ 

HAPPY NEW YEAR FRIENDS

Saturday, December 30, 2017

MIRACLES

Posted last year, I've altered the title to post again. It's a film worth seeing with a message even more relevant today.

George McWhirter Fotheringay, while vigorously asserting the impossibility of miracles, suddenly discovers that he can perform them.
 After being thrown out of a bar for what is thought to be a trick, he tests his powers and eventually sends a policeman to Hades by accident. Worried, he sends the police officer to San Francisco, and seeks advice from the local clergyman, Mr Maydig. Maydig, after having Fotheringay's powers demonstrated to him, quickly planning for reform of the world by means of miracle, but eventually Fotheringay orders a miracle which, due to clumsy wording, backfires. What follows is a miraculous H.G/ Wells fantasy classic.

(1 hour and 15 Minutes-Watch full screen)
HAPPY NEW YEAR
~*~

Note
the last four minutes was left off but a click will get you to it at the end of thisvideo

"The Man Who Could Work Miracles"
A British fantasy–comedy short story by H. G. Wells first published in 1898 in The Illustrated London News

H.G. Wells