Day: February 26, 2023

Swannet Notes

~ JezzieG ~ 1 Comment

Structure: Three quatrains and a couplet
Meter: Tetrameter or octosyllabic lines
Rhyme Scheme: A1bbA2 cddc effe A1A2

Example

Black Bird by JezzieG

The lord of prophecy and artistic word
Returning silent life to the war dead
Before he too came to lose his own head
The cauldron-god with wings of a blackbird.
For seven years foreseeing Harlech’s fate
And then four score and seven more in Gwales
In music, art, and song he shared his many tales
That traversed time and space to where we wait.
Bran the Blessed keeps the enemy at bay
They dare not venture cross the channel sea
So we may live a life forever free
Through distant times we remember today
The lord of prophecy and artistic word,
The cauldron-god with wings of a blackbird

Elegy by Ambrose Bierce

~ JezzieG

Elegy

The cur foretells the knell of parting day;
The loafing herd winds slowly o’er the lea;
The wise man homewards plods; I only stay
To fiddle-faddle in a minor key.

Ambrose Bierce 1842-c1914

Ambrose Bierce
Born: 24 June 1842. Ohio, USA
Nationality: American
Died: c.1914, Chihuahua Desert, Mexico?

Bierce was a journalist, poet, short story writer, and American Civil War veteran. His book “The Devil’s Dictionary” was named as one of the 100 Greatest Masterpieces of American Literature by the American Revolution Bicentennial Administration. A prolific writer Bierce was regarded as one of the most influential journalists in the USA and a pioneer of realist fiction

Just Wondering

~ JezzieG ~ 7 Comments

Just Wondering
Form: Free verse

the good days with fun to be had
playing out until the amber flicker lit the street
and it was yours or mine for tea
there were bad days too
when we held each other’s tears
as secret pain was shared
all those days we said we’d never forget
but times have changed
memories faded yet still I hope
you are okay
then realise you are no longer the boy I knew
as like me you are completing
the sixth decade
we are both old now
you’re not the boy in red shorts
and I don’t have pigtails in my hair
and I don’t know the man you are now
did you marry?
have you got kids?
did you achieve your dream
and become a vet?
or perhaps you worked for Esso
like the other lads

©JezzieG2023

Dada Portrait of Berenice Abbott by Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven

~ JezzieG

Dada Portrait of Berenice Abbott
1923-1926
Dada
Gouache, metallic paint, and tinted lacquer with varnish, metal foil, celluloid, fiberglass, glass beads, metal objects, cut-and-pasted painted paper, gesso, and cloth on paperboard
The Museum of Modern Art, New York

Bernice Abbot was a lifelong friend of the Baroness. They met in New York in 1919 and Abbott was taken with the Baroness’s performance transgressions. The portrait is rich with references to Abbott’s appearance and life and captures the close relationship they shared. The Baroness’s dog is pictured at the bottom of the canvas, symbolic of the animal’s fondness for Abbott.

Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven 1874-1927

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Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven
Dada, Performance Art, Readymade and The Found Object, Modern Photography, Proto-Feminist Artists
Born: 12 July 1874, Swinemunde, Germany
Nationality: German-American
Died: 14 December 1927, Paris, France

The Baroness, as Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven was known, was a living legend in the bohemian enclave of Greenwich Village, New York in the years before and after the First World War. She was a catalyst and provocateur of the burgeoning Dada movement in New York, and the Baroness obliterated the conventional boundaries and norms of woman hood and femininity whilst upending the notions of what was considered to be art

Concupiscence

~ JezzieG

A Garret Poet

Concupiscence
Form: Sonnet

Ev'ry sensuous moment of desire
Each night they echo crashing thunder’s roar
I see her face concealed in flames of fire
My feelings rage transcending love’s rapport.
I dare not think the meanings any more,
Bedevilled dreams I long to just believe,
My heart is burning as never before,
As hunger churns where senses can deceive.
I question, tampered hearts ever retrieve
the love they need without a hand to clasp,
And find the freedom passion can achieve,
Perhaps such love lies far beyond my grasp.
To be as one with her, a wistful dream,
Still lost to chance, no hope shall dare redeem

©JezzieG2010

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