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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Gnome's Pen Digs Deep

It makes no sense to me now to worry about *not* writing a poem every week to hand in to my professor. I awoke at three o'clock in the morning with a few phrases swirling inside my head. Despite fatigue and clever warnings about writing something that has come to my head seemingly in a flash, I made my way to the other room and started tapping on the keyboard. The result seems a nice poem, ten per cent good, and the rest of its excellency depends on anyone else's taste. Taste brings me to another concern of mine these days: Define the term "taste."

Monday, August 27, 2007

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Farewell to the Feisty. We Will Miss You.

Toby Talbot's image of Grace Paley for the Associated Press.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Gnome Soon to Exhibit

I have begun my preparations for an exhibit at the public library. My theme will be "Women." Other members of my photography club will exhibit their work along with mine.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Gnome's Friend from another Dimension

So, this morning I was thinking that I needed to read aloud the poem I had started a couple of months ago while in Delphi, so I printed it, stood in the middle of the room, and began to read it out loud. At the same time, the volume of the stereo increased and I started to hear, loudly, Chopin’s Etude #12, so loudly, that I stopped my reading. It’s my friend Jeff; I know it’s him, because the poem is about him. The music ended when my poem ended, and the volume has now decreased. I sit here shaking my head and delighted, too, that Jeff likes my poem, and has even put it to music.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Gnome and Maasai Warrior

Here I am pointing on my digital camera at the image I took of him, but he wouldn't look at it, though he hovered over me the whole time. In two vastly differently cultures, humans remain the same. This photo was taken by Mike Davis during chuckles.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Great Women of the World: Wangari Maathai

In reading Wangari's memoir, I came upon something she told to a reporter in 1992: "A woman politician needs the hyde of an elephant." Likewise, in the United States, women such as Elizabeth Dole, Geraldine Ferraro, today Nancy Pelosi and most notably Hillary Clinton, develop methods to shield themselves from the jabs of their detractors. With time (one of many true friends) and persistence, a woman develops a "thick skin" -- perhaps thicker than the skin of some of the men around her -- that enables her to proceed with the equanimity she needs to make weighty decisions, to sleep well during her naps and in the evenings, and to maintain emotional and physical health.
I consider Wangari's memoir relevant reading for everyone, environmentalists especially.
"Unbound, One Woman's Story," published by William Heinemann:London. 2006.

Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

Give Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On

Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.