Poetry, stories, art, and music from the desk of Jezzie G, a writer without a label
I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
In pale sunshine as Winter bids farewell A pretty face appears to spark a smile Of golden dreams to cast a lighter spell And thoughts of spring in languid minds compile. On peaceful mornings, bird song finds its voice As snow begins to melt as if by choice It knows it’s time is done as Spring is near When daffodils in bloom restart the year. The viridian blades in breezes bend To dance with gilded maids in vernal days This Springtime dreams enchanting eyes to gaze. And hope now follows where the dillies wend As candles flicker with merriment and mirth To Mother Nature's triumphant rebirth
Charles Gounod Opera Born: 17 June 1818, Paris, France Nationality: French Died: 18 October 1893, Saint-Cloud, France
Gounod was a composer and wrote twelve operas including “Faust” (1859) and “Romeo and Juliet” (1867), both of which remain in the international repertory. Gounod also composed church music, songs, and other shorter pieces. He was a student at the Conservatoire de Paris and won France’s prestigious musical prize, the Prix de Rome. A deeply religious man, Gounod considered the priesthood after his studies
Esteban stopped in the reception room outside Felipe’s private rooms. It had been a long time since he, Esteban, and walked through these rooms. The old man felt his nerves twitching. Did he really want to go back to all that again? Whilst Felipe would not have aged much, if at all, as is the way of the wizards, he was now a very old man – would Felipe want him as his gentleman?
“Esteban, yo sé que estás por ahí,” the deep, and slightly dark voice of Felipe echoed through the room. So much for a discreet entrance, Esteban opened the door. Stood in front of the old Gothic fireplace was Felipe, El Mago his very self. “Hola Esteban.” The never forgotten eyes stared at the old man glistening warmly. And Esteban knew he was going to step through the doorway and sit in the chair opposite Felipe.
“El Mago, it is good to see you,” he said as he sat down.
“And you, mi viejo amigo”
“Perhaps too old”
“Tsk, Esteban, age can be dealt with, it all depends”
“On what, El Mago”
“Whether you enjoy being retired and suffering the pain of old age, or tal vez, it is time to have fun again”
“Felipe, I am an old man, what can I do?”
Felipe made a graceful wave of his hand and Esteban suddenly felt years drifting from his body. The sensations tingled within him as he felt time reversing. He should have known Felipe would take of things. His body changed from that of a frail old man until he appeared to be slightly older than Felipe. “It is up to you, mi amigo” said Felipe
Esteban stood up, the weariness of age gone, and he hugged his old friend.
“Welcome home, Esteban, your quarters are ready for you.”
Esteban nodded. “So what’s the plan, El Mago?”
“Tonight we dance. Do you think they will come?”
“Oh, they will come, you are the talk of the village”
“Bueno, so we dance, plans can wait until tomorrow”
The scent of Anais Anais on the air Waiting for a train I look up and stare My heart expecting something I can’t see Still I look again for what cannot be And my senses yearn for a change of view As I feel a tear pricking on my eye The moment of hope is lost on a sigh For over again I am missing you
Always that perfume that whispers your name Every time it echoes round just the same A reminder of love rocking my soul And my wild heart that you made yours to tame Your gentleness of touch making me whole Sweet the memories that come to console
Gil-galad was an Elven-king. Of him the harpers sadly sing: The last whose realm was fair and free Between the mountains and the sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen. His shining helm afar was seen. The countless stars of heaven’s field Were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away, And where he dwelleth none can say. For into darkness fell his star; In Mordor, where the shadows are
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 literature
A bit of glam brightens things up, and for me back in the day using the boys’ room for anything was a daunting thing to do even when dressed – now I am privileged I do it unnoticed so this one from Mötley Crüe is for me as I mark my departure from the GIC
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to breath in one hundred two hundred years nearly Immortal, Sappho’s 26 centuries of cadenced breathing — beyond time, clocks, empires, bodies, cars, chariots, rocket ships skyscrapers, Nation empires brass walls, polished marble, Inca Artwork of the mind — but where’s it come from? Inspiration? The muses drawing breath for you? God? Nah, don’t believe it, you’ll get entangled in Heaven or Hell — Guilt power, that makes the heart beat wake all night flooding mind with space, echoing through future cities, Megalopolis or Cretan village, Zeus’ birth cave Lassithi Plains — Otsego County farmhouse, Kansas front porch? Buddha’s a help, promises ordinary mind no nirvana — coffee, alcohol, cocaine, mushrooms, marijuana, laughing gas? Nope, too heavy for this lightness lifts the brain into blue sky at May dawn when birds start singing on East 12th street — Where does it come from, where does it go forever?
Allen Ginsberg Born: 3 June 1926, New Jersey, USA Nationality: American Died: 5 April 1997, New York, USA
Ginsberg was a poet, philosopher, and writer. In the 1940s as a student of Columbia College he began a close friendship with WS Burroughs and Jack Kerouac, forming the core of the Beat Generation. He opposed militarism, economic materialism, and sexual repression. He embodied various aspects of this counterculture with his views on drugs, openness to Eastern religions, and hostility to bureaucracy. Ginsberg is best known for the poem ‘Howl’ which denounces the destructive forces of capitalism and conformity within the United States at the time
A Japanese form, the Dodoitsu was developed at the end of the Edo Period. It has no meter nor rhyme constraints, instead, the focus is on syllables. The poem consists of four lines with 7-syllables in lines 1, 2, and 3 and 5-syllables in line 4. The Dodoitsu often utilizes the themes of love or work.
Smile of Enchantment by JezzieG
She walks by with elegance, and beauty captures my eye with a smile of enchantment— I adore geisha
BOND Classical Pop Formed: 2000 Nationality: Australian
BOND is a string quartet formed by music producer Mike Batt and promoter Mel Bush in 2000. The current line-up consists of Tania Davis (first violinist), Eos Counsell (second violin), Elspeth Hanson (viola), and Gay-Yee Westerhoff (cello). Hanson replaced original band member Havlie Ecker 2ho left in 2008 to have a child
you see my lack of desire as a sign love is missing but you are wrong I feel love passion romance I just don’t desire sex I don’t see sexy I see beautiful curvaceous or slender it is the beauty within I see the sparkle in the eye joy in laughter pleasure of souls in union I see your beauty in the galaxies in your eyes and stardust in your smile the eighth wonder of my world the spectacular sunset on a mountain and when I say you are beautiful all that is what I mean the sensual ambiance of a night out without the threatening pressure of what comes after of feeling used like a breathing toy of beauty fading as you take pleasure in my degradation and love is dead
Photographer Susan Reyman is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of these images. From the series ‘Liminal’. To see Susan’s body of work, click on any photograph. After retiring from a 30-year career in her own business, a trip to India provoked a journey…
Lilydog celebrates her 14th (98th in dog years) birthday today. Lots of special treats for my lil lady today – and homemade cheesy doggo biscuits. While I was baking AC/DC were rocking out on my DAB with this classic so it seems fittingly bangin’ in a “Hell’s Bells” kinda way
No, I am not singing songs from the Sound of Music, Today I received the official discharge letter – the good folk of the gender identity clinic is saying goodbye to me or it could be so long. For now, it is goodbye, I have reached the point in my journey that it is time to change trains.
Now I sit on the platform of life wondering where the next train will be taking me. Oh, I hope it’s the Orient Express, I could do with some bourgeoisie laid-back indulgence. I could even make use of my “Lord Peter” monocle. One of those mad must-have-it moments, I went and bought a monocle, what next a pair of pince-nez maybe or anything Art Deco really.
The end of this journey is a muted one as it’s been a long haul and taken over 10 years to reach this endpoint and Jezzie has been part of me for many years more than that. The way I see it I can get on with being the writer without a label. As a fellow blogger says – labels are for cans of soup and I ain’t a can of soup.
Of course, that sets my crazy brain thinking – if I was a can of soup what flavour would it be. If it’s a decision based on my favourite – then it is lentil soup. Does that make me a bloody lentil? More likely I am an Oxo cube melted in a cup of boiling water so didn’t make the can. What would Andy Warhol make of that?
Right on to the Meme of the Week
Not sure whether it’s worth a perfectly delicious cookie going soggy, but indeed there are a few
The years keep passing and time cannot stand still I wonder how the warmth of your love holds me Flowing through my body as it always will Like spring sunshine gently warms the early bee I think of your kiss; how it made my heart thrill And how you chose to love me and let me see You, my spark of life that would my heart fulfil Your passion and desire were my destiny
And the years go by yet my heart feels the same The eternal urge to hold you close and near And tantra of the night breathing out your name The very same urgent breath that stakes your claim On my body, heart, soul; oh my precious dear ‘Tis your love took my wild soul and made it tame
Gabbeh 2009 Minimalism Mirrors, plaster, and ceramic Haines Gallery, San Francisco, California, USA
Towards the end of her life, in Iran, Farmanfarmain returned to mirror work whilst continuing to experiment with geometric form and introducing more colour in her work. “Gabbeh” features mirrors in a complex pattern and coloured, iridescent pieces of porcelain made by Abbas Akbari, a Persian ceramist. The piece blends vertical and diagonal lines, circles, triangles, and hexagons. the title “Gabbeh” refers to a centuries-old tradition of rug-weaving practiced by nomadic tribes in Persia,
Monir Shahroudy Farmanfarmain Minimalism, Feminist Art Born: 16 December 1922, Qazvin, Persia Nationality: Iranian Died: 20 April 2019, Tehran, Iran
Farmanfarmaian was an artist and collector of traditional folk art. She is one of the most prominent Iranian artists of her time and the first to achieve an artistic practice that unites the Iranian geometric patterns and cur-glass mosaic techniques with the rhythms of Western modern geometric abstraction. In 2017 the Monir Museum in Tehran, Iran was opened in her honour.
An old Italian form, the Rispetto is comprised of two quatrains written in iambic tetrameter or 8-syllable lines. They were originally poems written in respect or admiration of a woman, however, over the centuries it has offered itself for other subjects
Rhyme Scheme: abab ccdd
Moonlit Gypsy by JezzieG
On moonlit nights she dances here, her gypsy skirts that swirl with dreams, my rhythmic dancer of heart’s cheer, entranced by silver starlight beams.
My lute that plays a merry tune, within our hearts, we sing the moon, romance the music, lady dance, the magic love that we entrance
Give It Away Album: Blood Sugar Sex Magik Date: 1991 Genre: Funk Metal Artist: Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Red Hot Chilli Peppers are a rock band formed in Los Angeles in 1983. The line-up is vocalist Anthony Kiedis, bassist Flea, drummer Chad Smith, and guitarist John Frusciante. With music incorporating elements of rock, funk, punk, hard rock, psychedelic rock, and hip hop their eclectic range has influenced a variety of genres including funk metal, rap rock, rap metal, and nu metal.
You may enlarge any image in this blog by clicking on it. Click again for a detailed view. Recently, we adopted a dog from our local animal shelter. Snoozer — we named him that because sleeping is one of his preferred activities — is a very large, somewhat shaggy, and altogether amiable mixed breed of […]
Oh come now, you knew I wouldn’t miss out the legend that is Lemmy and Motörhead. So sadly missed. It’s me writing this, so a bonus track that is just too tempting to resist with Lemmy’s voice just making Enter Sandman creepier than ever- what a badass legend!!!!
Feed My Frankenstein Album: Hey Stoopid Date: 1981 Genre: Hard Rock Artist: Alice Cooper
Alice Cooper, originally a band with roots back to a group called the Earwigs, is a rock singer with career spanning over five decades. His shows feature numerous props and stage illusions such as pyrotechnics, guillotines, fake blood, electric chairs, reptiles, swords. He is considered the godfather of rock and he has drawn inspiration from horror films, vaudeville, and garage rock. Alice Cooper is a pioneer of macabre and theatrical rock designed to shock his audience
Female Figure Lying on Her Back 1912 Life Art Oil on Canvas University College London Art Museum
“Female Figure Lying on Her Back” was painted during Carrington’s time as a student at the Slade School of Art in London. She entered it into a university contest and won second prize and a two-year scholarship to continue her education. Slade was the first school in the UK to permit female students to use nude models for their paintings, albeit with restrictions such as male and female students sketching the models in separate rooms, and male models for female students were, for the sake of modesty, partially covered.
Dora Carrington The Bloomsbury Group Artists, Proto-Feminist Artists Born: 29 March 1893, Hereford, England Nationality: British Died: 11 March 1932, Newbury, England
Carrington was a painter and decorative artist, associated with members of the Bloomsbury Group, especially the writer Lytton Strachey. She was known simply by her surname as she considered “Dora” to be vulgar and sentimental
Structure: Octet and sestet Meter: Tetrameter or octosyllabic lines Rhyme Scheme: abababab cdcdcd
Old Cassette by JezzieG
The first step into a new world And time became a memory As the beauty of love unfurled Like words written in poetry Into your dream my senses whirled Thus enchanted by mystery And in each new day becomes curled In our magical history
Cherry blossom scent at sunset While we sit by the fires of dusk Watching you smoke a cigarette White wine captured the moonlit musk And sweet sounds from an old cassette No more shall the night’s chill seem brusque
I can’t recall the first time I saw him His grey eyes staring from behind the glass A trick of the eye or was the light dim
Just a boy with no name but I knew him Over the years I felt his pain in me For all the boyish things he should have been For all those things I know I should have asked And I began to promise one day, one day
The one day would come and I’d set him free Accept the things inside that no one’s seen For I knew from the start that he was me Hidden behind the mask of girly sheen
That day when the mirror gave him away He became a man and is here to stay
Georges Bizet Opera Born: 25 October 1838, Paris, France Nationality: French Died: 3 June 1875, Bougival, France
Bizet was a composer of the Romantic era, best known for his operas. He achieved little success before his final work “Carmen” which has become one of the most popular and frequently performed works in the operatic repertoire. Bizet died of a heart attack 3 months after its premiere, unaware that it would prove a spectacular success
Artist, Photographer and Author Lisa Cassell-Arms is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of this photo essay. From the project ‘Between Heaven and Earth’. To see Lisa’s body of work, click on any image. In this work I reinterpret the landscape of the natural world as a reflection of…
Sorting through boxes of long forgotten letters, and sepia photos, a flapper girl with her cards offering to dance a beautiful girl I never knew yet it stopped me in my tracks with a chill in my spine her delicate features so youthful I thought I remembered them a slender figure dressed in lace but I don’t remember that her black bob framing her eyes and I bet those eyes are grey a boyish grin yes, I recognise that but were her lips a glossy red? Eileen, 1926 my Nana a beautiful girl but I thought I saw my dad and I thought I saw me
Elisabeth of Valois 1561-65 Portraiture Oil on canvas Museo Nacional del Prado, Spain
“Elisabeth of Valois” is a large-scale painting in which Anguissola captured the image of the newly married Queen of Spain, dressed in swaths of expensive black cloth and bejeweled with pearls and rubies from neck to hem. A wealthy Renaissance queen the numerous pearls symbolize wealth and fertility, the latter rather unfortunate as it was her fourth pregnancy and second miscarriage that ended the queen’s short life.
Sofonisba Anguissola Mannerism, Baroque Born: 1532, Cremona, Italy Nationality: Italian Died: 16 November 1625, Palermo, Sicily, Italy
Anguissola was a Renaissance painter, born to a poor but noble family. She received a well-rounded education including the fine arts and her apprenticeship with local painters of the time set a precedent for women to be accepted as students of art
Adolphe Adam Opera, Ballet Born: 24 July 1803, Paris, France Nationality: French Died: 3 May 1856, Paris, France
Adam was a composer, teacher, and music critic. He was a prolific composer for the theatre and is best known for his ballets “Giselle” (1841) and “La Corsaire” (1856), and his operas “Le Postillon de Lonjumeau” (1836) and “Si J’etais Roi” (1852).
Endless Circle Album: Nightbreed Date: 2005 Genre: Metal Artist: Wolfcry
Wolfcry is a Hellenic metal band formed in Athens’ Greece in 1992. The band’s current line-up is Nikos Hortis (bass), Elias Koskoris (guitar), Gus Dibellas (keyboards), Andreas “the Wizard” Kourtidis (drums),and Costas Hatzigeorgiou (Vocals)
Definition: Stomach – n. the internal organ in which the major part of the digestion of food occurs, being (in humans and many mammals) a pear-shaped enlargement of the alimentary canal linking the esophagus to the small intestine
Form: Interlocking Pathya Vat
that virus hit in fevered state food on the plate appetite wains
water stays down with tummy pains the virus gains momentum fast
sleeping it out the present past this will not last hungry again
science-fiction a starship to behold for making bold voyages where no one had been before strange planets and places beaming down to the surface will danger be waiting never mind that guy in red will be dead soon and the rest will be safe for another adventure next week over time the captains change and we all have a favourite Enterprise be it A, B, C, or bloody D Picard is still best
Artwork By BARBARA ASLAMAZI “Norah is a fictional character, which is painted in a way to give her an ability to express herself. My wish as a painter is to initiate in a people a desire to #careforNorah” Norah PORTFOLIO On View ABOUT The NO MIDDLEMAN ART GALLERY is designed…
As sips of tea now ponder in a dream, A square of white the canvas that awaits The silk to weave; the needle point is sharp But gently pierces marking art's design, The sewing dreams my basket holds for me Long stitch, short stitch are drawn with ease, A patch of grass, vibrant with shades of green. A river divides with glistening floss And water ripples silent ebb and flow. The figure-paddling child at wistful play Blue shorts, no socks, blue eyes, and golden locks And umber sticks become his racing boats While grandpa fishes wearing darker shades. Another sip of tea and life returns
Door 1983-84 Installation Acrylic on Wood, Glass, 2 parts, installation view at Mart Rovereto Guggenheim, Bilbao, Spain
“Door” is a surreal installation creating a playful balance between illusionism and artifice. A replica door is installed in the space suggesting possibilities of escape but the texture of the wood grain is a tad too exaggerated to be real and a cheap plastic handle adds to the artificial quality. The flat motif-like quality of the door is heightened even further with the placing of an enlarged closed bracket next to it.
Richard Artschwager Pop Art, Conceptual Art, Minimalism, Installation Art Born: 26 December 1923, Washington, DC, USA Nationality: American Died: 9 February 2013, New York, USA
Artschwager was a painter, illustrator, and sculptor, often associated with Pop Art, Conceptual, Art, and Minimalism. Along with his wife, Ann, he lived and worked in New York City
And so, to you, who always were Perseus, D’Artagnan, Lancelot To me, I give these weedy rhymes In memory of earlier times. Now all those careless days are not. Of all my heroes, you endure.
Words are such silly things! too rough, Too smooth, they boil up or congeal, And neither of us likes emotion — But I can’t measure my devotion! And you know how I really feel — And we’re together. There, enough
Stephen Vincent Benet Born: 22 July 1898, Pennsylvania, USA Nationality: American Died: 13 March 1943, New York, USA
Benet was a poet, short story writer, and novelist best known for his book-length poem of the American Civil War, “John Brown’s Body” (1928) for which he received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry
BOND Classical Pop Formed: 2000 Nationality: Australian
BOND is a string quartet formed by music producer Mike Batt and promoter Mel Bush in 2000. The current line-up consists of Tania Davis (first violinist), Eos Counsell (second violin), Elspeth Hanson (viola), and Gay-Yee Westerhoff (cello). Hanson replaced original band member Havlie Ecker who left in 2008 to have a child
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief at bar is questioned there By all the men that have been robed that year, So am I (by this traiterous means surprized) By thy hydroptic father catechized. Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes, As though he came to kill a cockatrice, Though he hath oft sworn that he would remove Thy beauty’s beauty, and food of our love, Hope of his goods, if I with thee were seen, Yet close and secret, as our souls, we’ve been. Though thy immortal mother, which doth lie Still-buried in her bed, yet wiil not die, Takes this advantage to sleep out daylight, And watch thy entries and returns all night, And, when she takes thy hand, and would seem kind, Doth search what rings and armlets she can find, And kissing, notes the colour of thy face, And fearing lest thou’rt swol’n, doth thee embrace; To try if thou long, doth name strange meats, And notes thy paleness, blushing, sighs, and sweats; And politicly will to thee confess The sins of her own youth’s rank lustiness; Yet love these sorceries did remove, and move Thee to gull thine own mother for my love. Thy little brethren, which like faery sprites Oft skipped into our chamber, those sweet nights, And kissed, and ingled on thy father’s knee, Were bribed next day to tell what they did see: The grim eight-foot-high iron-bound servingman, That oft names God in oaths, and only then, He that to bar the first gate doth as wide As the great Rhodian Colossus stride, Which, if in hell no other pains there were, Makes me fear hell, because he must be there: Though by thy father he were hired to this, Could never witness any touch or kiss. But Oh, too common ill, I brought with me That which betrayed me to my enemy: A loud perfume, which at my entrance cried Even at thy father’s nose, so were we spied; When, like a tyran King, that in his bed Smelt gunpowder, the pale wretch shivered. Had it been some bad smell he would have thought That his own feet, or breath, that smell had wrought. But as we in our isle imprisoned, Where cattle only, and diverse dogs are bred, The precious Unicorns strange monsters call, So thought he good, strange, that had none at all. I taught my silks their whistling to forbear, Even my oppressed shoes dumb and speechless were, Only, thou bitter sweet, whom I had laid Next me, me traiterously hast betrayed, And unsuspected hast invisibly At once fled unto him, and stayed with me. Base excrement of earth, which dost confound Sense from distinguishing the sick from sound; By thee the seely amorous sucks his death By drawing in a leprous harlot’s breath; By thee the greatest stain to man’s estate Falls on us, to be called effeminate; Though you be much loved in the Prince’s hall, There, things that seem, exceed substantial. Gods, when ye fumed on altars, were pleased well, Because you were burnt, not that they liked your smell; You’re loathsome all, being taken simply alone, Shall we love ill things joined, and hate each one? If you were good, your good doth soon decay; And you are rare, that takes the good away. All my perfumes I give most willingly T’ embalm thy father’s corse; What? will he die?
John Donne Born: 22 January 1572, London, UK Nationality: English Died: 31 March 1631, London, UK
Donne was a poet, scholar, soldier, and secretary. Born to a recusant family, he later became a cleric in the Church of England. He was made Dean of St Paul’s Cathedral, London under royal patronage. Donne is considered a preeminent metaphysical poet with poetry renowned for their metaphysical and sensual style, including sonnets, religious poems, love poems, elegies, and satires. Donne is also renowned for his sermons