Friday, March 30, 2012

Poet Eyes

Just felt like posting this today. Our blog has been kind of quiet.

Poet Eyes
Marileta Robinson

It’s simple to find a poem, he said.
Poems are pasted on everything.
Tree stumps, coffee cups, window shades.
Then why can’t I see them? I asked.
He showed me a flower.
See the stripes leading to the flower’s heart? he asked.
No, I said. I can’t see those, either.
Of course you can’t. You must be able to detect ultra-violet light to see them. You must have the eyes of a bee.
You need special eyes to see a poem, too. The eyes of a poet. Read poems. Many poems. You will grow poet eyes. Then you will see the poems pasted on everything.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Poetry and Fiction Prompts for Today...

Art of the Arbitrary

Open a dictionary, an encyclopedia, or a book from your bookshelves to any page; choose a word, and write it down. Repeat this nine times. Write a poem with ten couplets (they need not rhyme) using one of the words from your list in each couplet, without using the first person.

Slogan Story

Record the slogans you see on billboards and in other advertising as you go about your daily routine—Prescription Drug Misuse Is a Growing Trend; Forever Engagements; Truth & Honesty: That's the Manfredi Way! Choose one from the list you've gathered and use it as the opening line for a story. 

Friday, March 23, 2012

 Consumed by moods
of rich dark green
and tender pink,
I sink into a space
that molts my heart.
I weep a song
that dolphins sing
and wait for life to set me free
hoping that some mystic other,
not myself
will come and pry apart
the rigid crust
embalming me.

                  © n.e.w. 3.9.2012, Spotted Frog


T'was long ago
before the sun came out
that you and I met
or was it someone else.

I forget
said the frog to the fly.

Sitting on a Lily pad all day
had fried his mind
t'was how he spends the day
and how he'd like to die.

Frogs have time to mentalize.
Because they are not intellectual,
conversations just begin
with t'was
and end in t'was.
cause t'was was
the way the world began
and may be the way
the world will end.

T'was Spotted Frog froggin' it up.....
© n.e.w. 3.19.2012

Monday, March 19, 2012

'Twas More Than A Figure of Speech

'Twas not thought that the accidentally injured Madeleine had aggravated Rodney or that Rodney was violent; 'twas rather that appearances would create rumors among those who had invested in Rodney's future purses. The donkey would have to leave the new champion's stall immediately. Reluctantly, Madeleine's owner, Marvin Greenblat, took his ass home in a sling.

Sunday, March 18, 2012


‘Twas in the days
when every summer was a year
and every spring a state of grace
and we had no way of knowing
the wheels sped up
while we were slowing
summer child, run free and wild
On a windswept hill
I see your smile.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Got it!!!  Yay!!!

Have a great day all!
I'm trying this, since I couldn't find my comments posted.  I want to see, besides clicking on "publish", how comments or blog gets posted.  I did sign up for a google account, was this necessary?

I will be painting my kitchen now, so I'll come back later.


Thursday, March 8, 2012

Why Can't A Woman Be More Like A Man...

Yes, I am currently reading the book, "Life's Daughter/ Death's Bride," by Kathie Carlson, which was loaned to me by Suzannah.  Like all myths, the kidnapping of the maiden Persephone by Hades, is a simple story that, upon closer examination, becomes complicated by its layers of fragmentation - both of linear history and the changing currents of culture and psychology.

When I was young, I always dreamed of myself as a man.  I admired my father's instinct for poetry and philosophy.  I read the writings of the great men of history and wondered with 'enry 'iggins,"Why can't a woman be more like a man?"

If I saw a picture of a man engaged in an activity that I thought I might like, I imagined myself as a man doing that activity.  Nothing felt wrong or distasteful about using the masculine "he" to indicate the indefinite pronoun and feminists who claimed that "History" should be changed to "Herstory" seemed extreme in their emphasis on details.

It was quite awhile until I began to notice the presence of my mother in my life and realize that we were related in more than a biological sense.  In the 13 years since my father has passed, my mother has become center stage for me.  And all my relationships with women have taken on a radiance that not only lights the road before me, but illuminates the past as well.

There is so much to discover!
Mothers and Daughters

I wanted to add another book by Kathie Carlson, "Life's Daughter/Death's Bride". I understand that Suzannah loaned that book to you Nancy D. I found out that Kathie has recently moved up here. I hope to meet her in the next few weeks and if appropriate, I will ask her about starting a workshop. In all likely hood it will be independent of us. Having not talked to her directly, I can not say more. The possibility of a workshop with her is very exciting as I yearn for a gathering of women that might explore the effect of the Goddess on women of today. I just had a wonderful phone conversation with Suzannah that explored some of the issues I mentioned in the earlier post. Again, I am referring to women in our current time in history, being comfortable with containment and holding as well as flow.

P.S. I took the name Spotted Frog for this blog. Since we have two Nancys, it seemed like a good idea to create a new identity. The name also seemed playful and mischievous.This is the very first blog I have participated in and it feels adventurous.
Is there a spelling tool Marileta?  Not my forte.

The Female Experience

How nice to have this interchange. I went out for breakfast today and took the book I am reading with me "In Her Image" by Kathie Carlson. She is a Jungian therapist who has also written a book on Demeter and Persephone which I understand is even more interesting. I got them both on the internet after hearing about them from Suzannah. She knows the woman and I believe she lives near Hawley.� All of this is an introduction into the fact that I have been feeling rather "dead" creatively for some time and am of course uncomfortable when I am in this state of "seemingly never to be creative again". I really feel yucky. Well today I was reading a passage in "In Her Image" and it hit home.� I do not think I can explain what I read here but I will try to do it briefly. The chapter is about the Goddess as an archtype of the mother that women in the current partriarical climate have lost access to. Because we are as women expected to always"flow" outward towards others, it is hard for us to hold back for ourselves which is in all truth a natural and normal part of the cycle of nature as shown in the wider more universal image of the mother as Goddess. We hold back and contain energy in order to give birth. When containment, gestation, holding back� is not honored (especially in a society that focuses on productivity) we feel peculiar, dead, lost etc. Creativity is not just the flow but the containment as well, but we have dishonored this aspect and feel guilty when we are not giving out to others.

I share the above in response to Nancy D's mention of the female experience, of seeing mothers from the daughter's eyes and visa versa.

Maybe Kathie Carlson might honor us with a workshop on this subject. I could see this happening down the road. There might be a fee or I would gladly give her a giclee print of her choosing. I have not met her but Suzannah took her to my exhibit at WCAA ARt Mart and she is planning to bring her by my studio at some point. I personally find her amazing. This is just a thought for a future workshop.

Nancy W.

Oh, yes, and . . .

If I am to be accurate and complete in the summary of our doings, I must include that we also read a poem by Nancy Wells and a poem by Stephen Dobyns.  And we generated interesting characters by a technique that Marileta taught us.

Please, if anyone has anything they want to add, or wants to serve up their own perceptions of the afternoon, feel free.  I'd be interested to read what people thought about as different things were being presented.  At the moment I am working through issues and reaching for more understanding of the female experience.  Even though I've gone through the experience of having and rearing children, I am feeling now that much of my understanding of my female experience was written for me by the patriarchal nature of our culture.  I am not opposed to seeing this way except in the sense that I feel I have missed something important, something that's worth going back for.  Nancy Wells's experiment of looking at herself as a child through her mother's eyes and the discussion afterward was very meaningful to me.


Great meeting

Great meeting!  It sure was fun to see all you folks in one place at one time.  Thank you for bringing all the goodies - the almonds and sunflower seeds, the grapes, the biscottis and anything else I may have neglected to mention. 


We each read the poem that we'd brought.  Two people anticipated the suggestion that we make copies for each other next time.  We discussed the possible meaning of "negative capability," taking it to mean the quality of acceptance without judgment where it allows a writer to address shocking or culturally prejudged issues. Poems by Ira Sadoff, Jean Parrish, and Patricia Kett were read aloud and discussed.  Another topic of conversation was voice....finding your voice.
Nancy D.

"I'm afraid we will have to let you go," a line of text chosen at random became the subject for 12 minutes of spontaneous writing.

A second meeting of this group will be held on Wednesday, May 9, at 1 pm at Marileta Robinson's house in Milanville.