The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself in ugly Knots inside.
Physicians of the Utmost Fame Were called at once; but when they came They answered, as they took their Fees, “There is no Cure for this Disease.
“Henry will very soon be dead.” His Parents stood about his Bed Lamenting his Untimely Death, When Henry, with his Latest Breath,
Cried, “Oh, my Friends, be warned by me, That Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch, and Tea Are all the Human Frame requires…” With that, the Wretched Child expires
Hilaire Belloc Born: 27 July 1870, La-Celle-Saint-Cloud, France Nationality: French-English Died: 16 July 1953, Surrey, England
Belloc was a writer, historian, poet, orator, satirist, sailor, writer of letters, soldier, and political activist of the early 20th century. His work was inspired by his Catholic faith. Belloc became a naturalise subject of Britain whilst maintaining his French citizenship in 1902. He was president of the Oxford Union and from 1906 to 1910 he served as MP for Salford South
Poet: Lisa Zaran Born: 26 September 1969, California, USA Nationality: American
Zaran is a poet, essayist, and editor of Contemporary American Voices. She is best known for her collection of poetry ‘The Sometimes Girl’ (2004).
One of four children Zaran’s parents were of Norwegian origin. She moved over 40 times across the western USA and Alaska before the age of 16, attending both public and private schools as well as Lutheran and Christian academies. Throughout her youth, Zaran spent time reading poetry and listening to music through the closed door of her older brother’s bedroom. The poetic influences from her youth include James Whitcomb Riley, Thoreau, Walt Whitman, and the Bible, with musical influences from The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Mozart, and Pavarotti. Zaran wrote her first poem “Hallway” at the age of six. Throughout her high school years, Zaran contributed anonymously to her local high school paper.
Zaran married in 1990 and had two children in the following two years. She began writing “The Sometimes Girl” (2004) in the early years of her marriage, a collection noted for saying the right thing at all times. Soon after its publication Zaran emerged as a poet who allowed infinite access to her core with works such as “Talking to My Father Whose Ashes Sit in the Closet and Listen,” “Girl,” and “Tenderness.”
In 2004 Zaran published “You Have a Lovely Heart,” a chapbook exploring the beautiful landscape of Southwestern Arizona.
In 2005 Zara released a 22-poem collection online at Argonauts’ Boat, as a prelude into her next full collection ‘The Blondes Lay Content’ (2006). She also published ‘Subtraction Flower’ (2006) a chapbook she dedicated to her mother.
Zaran’ continues to publish work in magazines, ezines, journals, and anthologies across the globe.
You Are the Mountain by Lisa Zaran
At one end of the couch you sit, mute as a pillow tossed onto the upholstery.
I watch you sometimes when you don’t know I’m watching and I see you. Who you are.
You are a self made man. Hard suffering. You are grey stone and damp earth. A long scar on a pale sky.
The television is tuned to CNN. The world’s tragedies flicker across your face like some foreign film.
You are expressionless. Your usual gestures ground to salt.
How do you explain yourself to people that do not know you? How do you explain to them, this is me; that is not me.
However many words you choose in whatever context with whichever adjectives you use could not compare.
Even you describing you would not be you. Not totally.
Your hands are folded together, resting in your lap. I study those hands until every groove becomes familiar.
Like a favorite hat, you wear your silence comfortably.
I sometimes can not help but wonder what we will talk about if we ever run out of things to say.
You are the curve I burrow into. The strength I borrow. You are the red sun rising over the mountain. You are the mountain
a life that isn’t my own shattered by mirrors and punching the walls of depression late nights in the company of whiskey as thoughts blur in crystal glass until the shards make the marks of release my heart and mind aching taunted by femininity I cannot understand and the echoes repeating the words ‘it’s breaking the rules of gods’ creation’ and like the creation I am broken crippled by tears I cannot dry for I am not just a gender but a body out of sync with self and life
Johannes Cuspinian 1502 Northern Renaissance Oil on wood Private Collection
‘Johannes Cuspinian’ is a portrait of a stout man in a deep fur robe and a red hat. He holds a heavy book as he gazes out of the frame with an expression suggests a thinking man or scholar. Cuspinian was an Austrian polymath, diplomat, and political commentator who was studying and teaching in Vienna at the time Cranach created the painting
Lucas Cranach the Elder Northern Renaissance Born: 1472, Kronach, Germany Nationality: German Died: 16 October 1553
Cranach the Elder was a painter and printmaker in woodcut and engraving. He was the court painter to the Electors of Saxony for most of his career. Cranach the Elder is best known for his portraits of German princes and leaders of the Protestant Reformation. Throughout his career he also painted nude subjects drawn from both mythology and religion
Jacques Brel Popular music, Modern Chanson Born: 8 April 1929, Schaerbeek, Belgium Nationality: Belgian Died: 9 October 1978, Bobigny, France
Brel was a singer, actor, and composer best known for composing and performing theatrical songs. He generated a large and devoted following across the world and is considered a master of the modern chanson
Looking at my coffee – it isn’t that strong, but okay
‘Given some of our chats I think we could be devils in disguise?
Are you wearing a disguise then?
‘Haha! No, I think I am going to be brashly proud of my wicked naughtiness’
So you should be
‘I can see some people won’t like it’
And?
‘Well, you know perhaps…’
You should pretend to be someone else to make them happy. Seriously, Nige!!!!
‘You have a point’
Nigel – would you pretend to be straight to make me happy?
‘No, I would not? Do you want me to?’
No, I bloody don’t want you to. My point is why should you bury yourself to please anyone
‘It’s not the same thing, is it?’
Isn’t it?
‘It probably is actually.’
There are times to curb it to suit the environment you are in, but if you are burying to make life pleasant and to keep someone close then ask yourself the question
‘What question?’
Why are you wearing a disguise?
‘True’
An old quote to remember ‘Those that matter won’t mind, those that mind don’t matter’
‘That says it all, it really does’
And on so many levels
‘Haha! Yes. Being true to self matters’
So are you wearing a disguise?
‘Not with you, bud. Not much point, it wouldn’t fool you for a nano second’
Be proud of who you are, mate. See you tomorrow, Nige