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Another Poetry Challenge!

Posted in haiku, POEM CHALLENGES, POETRY, WORDS AND COMMUNICATIONS with tags , , , , on September 20, 2010 by echostains

A lot of people go on to my other blog ‘Bookstains’ looking for something to see.  I’ve been putting my own poetry and book reviews on there and just linking to it.  Now I am going to host my poetry challenges on there too!  The Vincent Van Gogh poetry challenge was a real success and all the entries were very individualistic, imaginative and thoughtful:)  I’d like to thank all that joined in – and say that the challenge is  OPEN indefinitely so if you want to join in just click HERE, watch the minute long video and send your poem either in your comment OR just email me and I’ll put it on.  You may copy the ‘Vincent Could have told You’ logo if you want – don’t forget to link to me at Bookstains🙂  It goes without saying that I shall be promoting the challenges after my posts on echostains.

That’s the news – here’s another challenge:-

This poetry challenge is about the smile of the famous Mona Lisa painted by Leonardo Da Vinci between 1503 – 1506.  The lady’s smile (and it has been said that she may not be all ‘she’ seems) is one of the most enigmatic smiles ever painted. The challenge is write a poem or a haiku about that smile, or the lady or the relationship between the artist and the lady.  Here’s an extract of mine :-  to see the rest and to join in with your own, just click the pic and send your poem either in the comment box or by email and I will put it on.  You can use the Mona Lisa pic – but please link back to Bookstains’

Lets have some fun!

The Lips Don’t Lie……

Shut up!

Already

Moaning!

Mona Lisa

As I try to

Keep the brush steady

With my ingenious strokes…

Whilst your countenance

Provokes

Me!

If only……..

(Continued on Bookstains HERE)

original image from here Thanks!
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Disappearing Trick

Posted in RANTINGS, WORDS AND COMMUNICATIONS, WRITING AND BLOGGING with tags , , on August 16, 2010 by echostains

I bet Harry couldn't do this trick

A few minutes ago I typed a post about Jack Butler Yeats with images.  Now I thought it was weird when there was no ‘post tags’ area, – but still, I saved it  thinking that  I could tag it through the ‘quick edit’.  Needless to say, I lost it, BUT I did manage to get it back in the ‘revisions’ (but with no images).  I closed my blog without saving the post and when I returned it was as if this post had never happened.  It was not in my drafts.  I’m a bit cheesed off with it really!  I’m only posting every other day now – but even so, the thought of trying to go back over what is already prepared is daunting to say the least:(  I will post something else tomorrow and call it a day (or…er something).

Houdini imaged from here

One years worth of daily posts!

Posted in ART, ART HISTORY, WORDS AND COMMUNICATIONS, WRITING AND BLOGGING with tags , , on July 1, 2010 by echostains

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Well, I did it!  I have just completed one whole years worth of daily posts!  And I’ve enjoyed it, though sometimes it has been a bit stressful trying to get the posts on in time.  Some have been long some have been short, but I hope everyone has enjoyed them (well some of them).  I have decided not to blog every day in the future as there’s quite a lot I can be getting on with and sometimes this feels like a full-time (unpaid job).  But, it’s been very good discipline and I’ve learned lots and lots and met some very nice people who I hope shall stay with echostains:)  Here’s a small slide show depicting some of the ‘high’ lights!

My 550th post

Posted in ART, ART DISCOVERED AND UNCOVERED, BEHIND THE PAINT, BODIES IN PRESERVATION, Echostains Blog Spotlight, WORDS AND COMMUNICATIONS, WRITING AND BLOGGING with tags , , , , on June 4, 2010 by echostains

I’ve reached a little milestone with this post, and the last time I looked back was on my 500th post.  So I think it’s time for another look over my shoulder.  I’m still blogging every day (in fact I need to look back when I first started this daily blogging and see how long it’s been).  New categories have been added (Behind the paint and Art discovered and uncovered, Bodies in preservation (oooh forgot about that one – must do another post on this very soon).  I also did my first blog spotlight and am working on my second at the moment.  I hope to do interviews with all my blogrollers.  I’ve also started putting some poetry that I like on (whilst neglecting my own efforts on Bookstains:C )  Here’s some memories of past posts (the posts are still there in the categories.)

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Love in the Penguin Dust

Posted in POETRY, WORDS AND COMMUNICATIONS with tags , , , , , , , , on May 11, 2010 by echostains

Gregory Corso

I came across this poet and this poem when I was researching an essay about the infamous Chelsea Hotel and past residents.  Angry young men like Dylan Thomas, Brendon Behan: The 1957 – 1964 Beat generation of angry young men like writer Jack Kerouac, William Burroughs – poets Alan Ginsberg and Gregory Corso (b. USA 1930 – 2001), whose poem ‘Marriage’ that end in the penguin dust intrigued me.  The poem itself is romantically fanciful in places, but the poet’s aversion and fear soon becomes clear that he has talked himself out of entering that institution!  But penguin dust? What on earth is it?  The only thing I could think of is a chocolate penguin bar, the dust or crumbs being left at the bottom of the biscuit barrel.  But that cannot be right – Penguins have wrappers on.  I give up.  But a jolly good poem:)
 
Marriage by Gregory Corso
Should I get married? Should I be good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustus hood?
Don’t take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
and she going just so far and I understanding why
not getting angry saying You must feel! It’s beautiful to feel!
Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky-When she introduces me to her parents
back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie,
should I sit with my knees together on their 3rd degree sofa
and not ask Where’s the bathroom?
How else to feel other than I am,
often thinking Flash Gordon soap-
O how terrible it must be for a young man
seated before a family and the family thinking
We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Lou!
After tea and homemade cookies they ask What do you do for a living?Should I tell them? Would they like me then?
Say All right get married, we’re losing a daughter
but we’re gaining a son-
And should I then ask Where’s the bathroom?O God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends
and only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded
just wait to get at the drinks and food-
And the priest! he looking at me as if I masturbated
asking me Do you take this woman for your lawful wedded wife?
And I trembling what to say say Pie Glue!
I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back
She’s all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha!
And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on-
Then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes
Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates!
All streaming into cozy hotels
All going to do the same thing tonight
The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen
The lobby zombies they knowing what
The whistling elevator man he knowing
Everybody knowing! I’d almost be inclined not to do anything!
Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye!
Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!
running rampant into those almost climactic suites
yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel!
O I’d live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls
I’d sit there the Mad Honeymooner
devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of bigamy
a saint of divorce- But I should get married I should be good
How nice it’d be to come home to her
and sit by the fireplace and she in the kitchen
aproned young and lovely wanting my baby
and so happy about me she burns the roast beef
and comes crying to me and I get up from my big papa chair
saying Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf!
God what a husband I’d make! Yes, I should get married!
So much to do! Like sneaking into Mr Jones’ house late at night
and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books
Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower
like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence
like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest
grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky!
And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him
When are you going to stop people killing whales!
And when the milkman comes leave him a note in the bottle
Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust-  
Yes if I should get married and it’s Connecticut and snow
and she gives birth to a child and I am sleepless, worn,
up for nights, head bowed against a quiet window, the past behind me,
finding myself in the most common of situations a trembling man
knowledged with responsibility not twig-smear nor Roman coin soup-
O what would that be like!
Surely I’d give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus
For a rattle a bag of broken Bach records
Tack Della Francesca all over its crib
Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib
And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon  
No, I doubt I’d be that kind of father
Not rural not snow no quiet window
but hot smelly tight New York City
seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls
a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job!
And five nose running brats in love with Batman
And the neighbors all toothless and dry haired
like those hag masses of the 18th century
all wanting to come in and watch TV
The landlord wants his rent
Grocery store Blue Cross Gas & Electric Knights of Columbus
impossible to lie back and dream Telephone snow, ghost parking-
No! I should not get married! I should never get married!
But-imagine if I were married to a beautiful sophisticated woman
tall and pale wearing an elegant black dress and long black gloves
holding a cigarette holder in one hand and a highball in the other
and we lived high up in a penthouse with a huge window
from which we could see all of New York and even farther on clearer days
No, can’t imagine myself married to that pleasant prison dream-  
O but what about love? I forget love
not that I am incapable of love
It’s just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes-
I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother
And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible
And there’s maybe a girl now but she’s already married
And I don’t like men and-
But there’s got to be somebody!
Because what if I’m 60 years old and not married,
all alone in a furnished room with pee stains on my underwear
and everybody else is married! All the universe married but me!  

Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
Then marriage would be possible-
Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
So I wait-bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.  

Poem from here , image here and other famous poems and poets

Disappearing images

Posted in Uncategorized, WORDS AND COMMUNICATIONS, WRITING AND BLOGGING with tags , , on March 19, 2010 by echostains

I don’t know if it is my browser of what, but I had reason to check some old posts today (Comments) and noticed that some of my images had just disappeared!  I am at loss with this.  Yesterdays images are ok and a few more days back, but further back, these images are just not loading.

I have also been on a fellow blogger’s site (a regular visitor to mine) and couldn’t see her latest post either!  It seemed that others could as they commented.  I don’t know what is going on, ‘m hoping its WordPress and it clears up tomorrow.  In the meanwhile, as a test, I am going to load an image…..can anyone tell me if they can see it – and who it is?

burning

Legless fish and other food oddities

Posted in RANTINGS, WORDS AND COMMUNICATIONS, YORK BREAK with tags , , , , , on March 12, 2010 by echostains

Haworth Old Hall a lovely place to stay

I had a few nice meals whilst I was away.  One of them – a Venison Noisette in red wine, bacon, onion, mushroom and juniper (Haworth Old Hall) was absolutely delicious.  Another contender was something called Lamb Jennings – described as being slowly braised until it falls of the bone lamb, in rosemary and red wine.  But the thing that intrigued me and put me off a little and made me opt for the venison was not knowing what a Lamb Jennings actually was.  What I mean to say is – what part of a lamb is its Jennings?

Jennings ale

It turned out that I needn’t have worried.  The ‘Jennings’ referred to is actually the name of the ale (beer) it is infused with!  Why not say that?  It sounds delicious!

Pacific cod loin

Another food oddity I have noticed everywhere is ‘Cod Loins’.  I am at a loss with this.  How do fish have ‘loins’?  I can see how a loin or two can be taken from pork – an animal with four legs, but not a fish.

chicken McNuggets in 1997 packaging

My husband always asks what part of a chicken is it’s Mcnuggets?  Well what part of a chicken is it?  Has it seen a chicken?  The thing that has always put me off Kentucky Fried chicken is that some of it has no bone.  How and why does the bone jellify?   Sure, its artistic liscence to include ‘infuse’ or ‘on a bed’ or ‘wild’ rice/mushroom etc. Perhaps it’s just me, but I like to know what I’m eating (and which bit), 

pork cuts as I understand them

Haworth Old Hall where we stayed (home of the Lamb Jennings)

Pork prime cuts here

PS

My new poem on Bookstains is called Last Impression