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“Probability” – Lia Purpura‏

"The Miracle of Light While Flying" - Gerardo Dottori

The Miracle of Light While Flying (1931)

Gerardo Dottori

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miracles, like beauty, are in the eye
of the beholder

they are astonishing circumstances
sufficient to transcend

if one dares

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Probability

Most coincidents are not
miraculous, but way more
common than we think—
it’s the shiver
of noticing being
central in a sequence
of events
that makes so much
seem wild and rare—
because what if it wasn’t?
Astonishment’s nothing
without your consent.

Lia Purpura

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ever

Richard

psst:

coincidents, incidentally, are the,
plural, components of a coincidence

coincidences are the components
of, as stated above, miracles

note also “Probability‘s” loose rhymes,
“sequence”, “events”, “coincidents” /
“wasn’t”, “consent” / “more”, “shiver”,
“rare”, like glimpses of gold beneath
a nebulous surface, open to discovery,
something miraculous

January, internationally revisited‏

 Fern Coppedge - "January Sunshine"

January Sunshine

Fern Coppedge

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friends have written

From: Penticton, B.C., Canada
Subject: Re: “January Sunshine” – Fern Coppedge
Sent: January-23-15 6:00:48 PM
To: me

Wood in the fireplace + scent of bread baking and casserole with onions, garlic, various vegetables, pie in the oven, reading a psychological thriller and wearing comfortable warm clothes. Cocooning…

Thank you for the picture

Have a very pleasant weekend

XX

Dorothy

From: Australia
Subject: Re: “January Sunshine” – Fern Coppedge
Date: January-23-15 6:08:41 PM
To: me

Thanks for this Richard
Now our January at the other side of the world is totally opposite. We have beaches to lie on, fires to fight, koalas to save, frackers to stop, flocks of birds to welcome home, festivals to dance in and the majesty of knowing that to live in this land is an unsurpassable gift.

I believe Canada is as wonderful but with a cooler outlook.

From: Greece
Subject: Re: “January Sunshine” – Fern Coppedge
Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 19:20:08 +0200
To: me

Actually this is very much like home for me. My new home that is. This is what my village sort of looked like about a month ago when we had a huge snow fall. The snow has slowly been melting since then and bits of red crumpled Marlboro cigarette packets and now yellowish Amstel cans are appearing. I wait for spring so they can be covered again this time in green.
Thanks again Richard.

Sent from my iPad

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here from my picture window the
mountains are shrouded in cloud,
the rain, adamant yet gentle, has
been relentless the past few days,
though the clement temperature
has risen to a balmy 12, a weather
front wafting in from Hawaii

under my paisley umbrella soon
I’ll be off to read Shakespeare with
a friend, to add poetry to an
otherwise grey day, with only the
glow yet of cherry blossoms, like
radiant little rosy souls, prefiguring,
on the limbering branches of still
skeletal trees, the advent of an
already resurgent spring

Richard

psst: but what is January in the great
scheme of things, in the universe,
but an anthropomorphous
poeticization of, however
significant, a localized merely,
and only incidental there even,
condition, however global

January is, in other words, one’s
particular potential, I gather, for
poetry, what you make of it

which should apply, theoretically
of course, to everything

if you’ll allow me the extrapolation

walking in beauty – January 10, 2015‏

 Osias Beert  - "Still Life of a Roast Chicken a Ham and Olives on Pewter Plates with a Bread Roll an Orange Wineglasses and a Rose on a Wooden Table"

Still Life of a Roast Chicken, a Ham and Olives on Pewter Plates
with a Bread Roll, an Orange, Wineglasses and a Rose on a
Wooden Table

Osias Beert

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it didn’t take long before I realized that
walking in beauty is not an exterior thing
but interior, it happens on the inside,
what there is to see out there is indifferent,
neutral, beauty is, indeed, in the eye of the
beholder

one graces the object, the situation, the
passing of time and space, with one’s
perspective, actually calling a thing
beautiful makes it so, making it so
defines who you are, so does not making
it so, succumbing to what life has to give
you instead of touching up the cracks,
beauty is the colour you paint the house
you live in, you choose the paint

Ahh, but there is beauty in those ‘grey bleak uninviting days’..at least in the eyes of this beholder. I think of it as shades of silver and blue. And like the song says, “where the sun always shines, there’s a desert below..” la la la.

a friend writes, who’s chosen her paint,
turned grey into silver and blue

today my paint smells like chicken
roasting in the oven, in garlic and
ginger, with soya sauce, breadcrumbs
and butter

also fresh laundry

also still not being out of my pyjamas

thanks, Lynne

Richard

something to start the year with, 2015

the Tony Awards

the Tony Awards

________

on winning a Tony for Black and Blue“,
1989,
Ruth Brown said

“what I am is God’s gift to me,
and what I’ve made of myself
is my gift to Him”

words that easily could become a
resolution

we are gifts, think about it

all the very best

Richard

re: songs of some birds

a friend writes

Date: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 21:30:02 -0800
Subject: Re: songs of some birds
From: lynne……
To: richibi……….

The other day on CBC Quirks and Quarks program they played the song of a type of thrush who’s name escapes me at the moment. It sounded like a nice bird song and then they slowed it way down and it sounded a lot like whale sounds but a far more musical with quite discernible notes.

hmmm..
.if I were to break up the sentences
in the foregoing paragraph
in some artistic fashion
would it then be poetry?
(I know, I’m such a cretin)

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interesting

I think that good grammar is already
a move towards poetry, if not, indeed,
the quintessential ingredient, good
grammar has already in its stipulations
a cadence and an expressive flexibility,
in its declensions and conjugations

we are sloppy grammarians generally

your statement, “The other day on CBC Quirks and Quarks program they played the song of a type of thrush who’s name escapes me at the moment. It sounded like a nice bird song and then they slowed it way down and it sounded a lot like whale sounds but a far more musical with quite discernible notes.“,
corrected for grammatical aberrations,
The other day on [the] CBC Quirks and Quarks program they played the song of a type of thrush who’s name escapes me at the moment. It sounded like a nice bird song and then they slowed it way down and it sounded a lot like whale sounds but […] far more musical with quite discernible notes.“,
sounds already musical when you
speak it out loud, cadential and
probably properly emotionally
inflected, if you put your intention
into it

a few artful turns could make it
luminous, even a poem

hmmm..” yourself

Richard

songs of some birds‏


untitled-1939-1.jpg!BlogPablo Picasso - "Untitled" (1939)

Untitled (1939)

Pablo Picasso

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having wondered only recently about
bird song, whale song
, can these be
considered singing when they are
essentially language, we think, and
not codified, technically constricted,
I see pertinently appear a study
suggesting birds follow a pentatonic
scale, our own musical basis,
harmonics between birds and
humans are apparently identical

this suggests that harmonics in
nature are as fundamental as
mathematics, we have somehow,
humans, diverged from what we
think of as singing, left rhythm
and tonality from our conversation
to produce uninflected prose and
monotony, language at the level
of atonal, arhythmic expression,
for better or for worse, corruption,
or refinement, evolution

I wonder, again, if prose is not
bad poetry, or has poetry evolved
into prose

should we feel shame or ingenuity,
do birds have their own divergent
degrees of poetry, do some, most
maybe, veer also towards the less
exacting prose

do some birds not sing, in other
words, or only sometimes maybe,
when mating, for instance,
something like how we croon
when we’re dating, put on our
very best airs

Richard

what is a philosopher‏

Henri Martin - "Philosopher"

Philosopher

Henri Martin

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considering the response below too
forthright for a discussion we were
having on a university course website,
interactively dealing with the question
of free will, I nevertheless found worthy
my opinion of what a philosopher is,
which I deign to mount here on my,
less discreet, canvas

if you’ll allow

it is evidently a dramatic monologue

Richard

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what is a philosopher

you are not a philosopher, sir, to take
offence so quickly, a philosopher is
objective, and wouldn’t allow for
emotion to get in the way of even an
offensive argument

but with irrefutable logic simply
expose his, her sound position

indeterminacy would be encountered
with humility first, then grace, only
ever consummate deference

if you’ll allow

cheers

Richard

psst: see, for more on indeterminacy,
Socrates, ever catering to objections

a reply to BookInhabiter, a.k.a. Brain (2)

Wolf Kahn - "Orange Cloud Over the Adriatic Sea" (1996)

Orange Cloud Over rhe Adriatic Sea” (1996)

Wolf Kahn

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a reader writes, about “Poème d’amour“,
Hans Hofman

“This is a bizarre painting. It bewilders me. I can’t make sense of it. But maybe that’s the point.”

below is my answer

Richard

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with the invention of the camera, Brain,
representational art became irrelevant,
unable to present the accuracy a
photograph would it had to discover
for itself an alternate purpose, which
is to say, reinvent itself

the medium became the message,
as Marshall McLuhan would’ve
put it, art began to study itself, it
reached for its sinews, arteries,
its colours, textures, its planar,
dimensional, limitations, limits

its form, in other words, was
becoming its substance

Abstract Expressionism was the
nadir of this movement, after the
less ethereal, more visceral,
German Expressionism, and up
to Andy Warhol, who brought us
back down to earth again with
pictures of Campbell Soup cans,
Marilyn

more matter, less theory

note the residual attachment to flat
colour fields nevertheless

that said, what part of Hofman‘s
Love Poem is indeed a love poem,
search me, I think it’s just pretentious,
failed Miro

but do read the sidebar on the upper
left at the site for less partisan perhaps
insights, just click “Show details” there

I don’t either much like Schönberg,
who did the same kind of thing to
music, eviscerated it, I want to see
the body, not the entrails, these
should be studied at art school,
the conservatory, creative writing
classes

but that is of course just what I think

Schönberg and Abstract Expressionists,
however, have left their indelible marks
on art history, commendable marks for
their theoretical underpinnings, rigours

see for instance the marvellous Wolf
Kahn above
for the evolution of these
ideas, you get it in less than a minute,
and delight in it

that is what real art does

thanks for asking

Richard

psst: Wolf Kahn was a student of
Hans Hofman, incidentally, he
just put everyday references
back into the picture, I call it
heart, something organic

“Morning Poem” – Wojciech Siudmak‏

Wojciech Siudmak  - "Morning Poem"

Poème matinal (“Morning Poem“)

Wojciech Siudmak

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looking for a poem this morning among an
array of poem paintings, I came across this
morning one
to start my day, evidently also
to share

this could be any street in Vancouver right
now, where the trees overwhelm the streets,
where branches like arms bless even the
very pavement, where magic lurks in every
indentation of the leaves

you look for poems, you find poems, I say,
even in paintings, even in innocent trees

Richard

Lizzie Velasquez redefines beauty


Lizzie Velasquez is not only beautiful,
she’s also a saint, there are many, many
things we can all learn here

here is her recommended TED talk,
with even more things to learn

Richard