James Galanos Fashion, Hollywood, California by Gordon Parks

James Galanos Fashion, Hollywood, California by Gordon Parks

James Galanos Fashion, Hollywood, California
1961
Photography
Archival digital pigment print
The Gordon Parks Foundation, New York, USA

Model, Gloria Vanderbilt, is photographed modelling a Galanos gown in an office environment. Bright blurred artificial lights and background accentuate the model’s gracious movement through the space as she glides across the picture plane.

Gordon Parks 1912-2006

Gordon Parks
Documentary Photography, Photojournalism, Fashion Photography
Born: 30 November 1912, Kansas, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 7 March 2006, New York, USA

Parks was a photographer, composer, author, poet, and film director. He was prominent in American documentary photojournalism from the 1940s to the 1970s and in glamour photography

Royal Garden Blues by Bix Beiderbecke

Bix Beiderbecke 1903-1931

Royal Garden Blues
1927
Jazz

Bix Beiderbecke
Jazz, Blues
Born: 10 March 1903, Iowa, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 6 August 1931, New York, USA

Beiderbecke was a jazz cornetist, pianist, and composer. He was one of the most influential jazz soloists of the 1920s, noted for his inventive lyrical approach and purity of tone that heralded the jazz ballad style

Nimrodel by JRR Tolkien

JRR Tolkien 1892-1973

Nimrodel
1954

An Elven-maid there was of old,
A shining star by day.
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
Her shoes of silver-grey.

A star was bound upon her brows,
A light was on her hair
As sun upon the golden boughs
In Lorien the fair.

Her hair was long, her limbs were white,
And fair she was and free;
And in the wind she went as light
As leaf of linden-tree.

Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.

Where now she wanders none can tell,
In sunlight or in shade;
For lost of yore was Nimrodel
And in the mountains strayed.

The elven-ships in haven grey
Beneath the mountain-lee
Awaited her for many a day
Beside the roaring sea.

A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the steaming tide.

When dawn came dim the land was lost,
The mountains sinking grey
Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
Their plumes of blinding spray.

Amroth beheld the fading shore
Now low beyond the swell,
And cursed the faithless ship that bore
Him far from Nimrodel.

Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlorien.

From helm to sea they saw him leap,
As arrow from the string,
And dive into the water deep,
As mew upon the wing.

The wind was in his flowing hair,
The foam about him shone;
Afar they saw him strong and fair
Go riding like a swan.

But from the West has come no word,
And on the Hither Shore
No tidings Elven-folk have heard
Of Amroth evermore

JRR Tolkien
Born: 3 January 1892, Bloemfontein, South Africa
Nationality: English
Died: 2 September 1973, Bournemouth, England

Tolkien was a writer and philologist, best known as the author of “The Hobbit” and “The Lord of the Rings.” He was also the Rawlinson and Bosworth Professor of Anglo-Saxon and a Fellow of Pembroke College at the University of Oxford. He and his close friend CS Lewis founded the informal literary group “The Inklings.” Many authors published works of fantasy before Tolkien, however, the great success of both “The Hobbit” and “The Lord of the Rings” directly led to a resurgence in the genre and Tolkien is often referred to as the father of modern fantasy

I Get Around by The Beach Boys

The Beach Boys

I Get Around
Album: All Summer Long
Date: 1964
Genre: Surf Rock
Artist: The Beach Boys

The Beach Boys are a rock band formed in California, USA in 1961 with the original lineup consisting of brothers Brian, Dennis, and Carl Wilson, their cousin Mike Love, and friend Al Jardine. The band is known for its vocal harmonies, adolescent-orientated lyrics, and musical ingenuity and are among the most influential acts of their time

Clenched

A Garret Poet

Clenched
Form: Sicilian Octave

In pen and ink, I wrote a list
Of all the things they yelled at me
And then a list of things that twist
In me, they are the same you see
For years held in a tightened fist
And unable to simply be
But now their words have lost their gist
All let go so I can be free

©JezzieG2024

Promise (Ovi Poetry Challenge)

Inspired by and written for the Ovi Poetry Challenge, with thanks to Ronovan

Form: Ovi

As clouds gather above today
It’s hard to see the warmth of May
But birds twitter it is the way
I just can’t see it

Humanity’s empty words I hear
Preaching gloom all dressed in fear
The summer days are nowhere near
But the birds twitter on

The sparrows know better than I
The sun will shine from there up high
As they dance and sing through the sky
I trust them more than weathermen

©JezzieG2024

Panorama (Ragtag Daily Prompt)

Inspired by and written for the Ragtag Daily Prompt, my thanks to Dr Kottaway

Form: Barzeletta

Unzipping the tent at dawn
The view amazes us this morn
As far as any eye can see
The wilderness in its beauty

A mug of tea maybe a bite
Striking it down ready to walk
In the silence, we hear birds talk
Then into backpacker’s delight

A steep climb that feels hard to do
But it’s so worth the stretching view
In the distance a glimpse of coast
Where the best fish and chips can boast

A mug of tea maybe a bite
Striking it down ready to walk
In the silence, we hear birds talk
Then into backpacker’s delight

Our journey stretches out far ahead
Each night we reach another camp
With just time to chat by the lamp
Before lights out and time for bed

A mug of tea maybe a bite
Striking it down ready to walk
In the silence, we hear birds talk
Then into backpacker’s delight

A walking holiday is best
Away from towns, it brings us rest
We sit munching chips on the beach
A week ago seemed out of reach

A mug of tea maybe a bite
Striking it down ready to walk
In the silence, we hear birds talk
Then into backpacker’s delight

©JezzieG2024

Clot (Ragtag Daily Prompt)

Inspired by and written for Ragtag Daily Prompt, my thanks to Sgeoil

Form: Barzeletta

‘Oh, you’re a clumsy fool,’ she said
Her phone right in front of her head
Before departing in her rush
Still playing her game, Candy Crush

Lamppost has seen it all before
With their smartphones, none see him there
As they bump him without a care
Such accidents that happen more

And I watch from the old tea room
It fills me with deepening gloom
If this world of tech is a dream
Can’t the congealed stuff just be cream

Lamppost has seen it all before
With their smartphones, none see him there
As they bump him without a care
Such accidents that happen more

Darwinism takes over fast
An accident it ain’t the last
Spreading jam and cream on a scone
Even quicker that will be gone

Lamppost has seen it all before
With their smartphones, none see him there
As they bump him without a care
Such accidents that happen more

©JezzieG2024