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February 2012 Writer's Almanac
Wednesday Feb. 1, 2012
Bright Sun after Heavy Snow
by Jane Kenyon
A ledge of ice slides from the eaves,
piercing the crusted drift. Astonishing
how even a little violence
eases the mind.
In this extreme state of light
everything seems flawed: the streaked
pane, the forced bulbs on the sill
that refuse to bloom...A wad of dust
rolls like a desert weed
over the drafty floor.
Again I recall a neighbor's
small affront — it rises in my mind
like the huge banks of snow along the road:
the plow, passing up and down all day,
pushes them higher and higher...
The shadow of smoke rising from the chimney
moves abruptly over the yard.
The clothesline rises in the wind. One
wooden pin is left, solitary as a finger;
it, too, rises and falls.
"Bright Sun after Heavy Snow" by Jane Kenyon, from The Boat of Quiet Hours. © Graywolf Press, 1986. Reprinted with permission.
It's the birthday of humorist S.J. Perelman, born Sidney Joseph Perelman in Brooklyn, New York (1904). His father was a Russian immigrant who tried to make a living as a poultry farmer. Perelman said his father believed "that if you had a few acres and a chicken farm there was no limit to your possible wealth. I grew up with and have since retained the keenest hatred of chickens."
He worked as a cartoonist when he was in college, but he switched to writing humorous essays, which he published in The New Yorker. His first collection of essays, Dawn Ginsbergh's Revenge, came out in 1929. Groucho Marx wrote him a letter that said: "From the moment I picked up your book until I put it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend to read it."
Groucho Marx persuaded Perelman to move to Hollywood to write screenplays. He worked on Marx Brothers movies such as Monkey Business (1931) and Horse Feathers (1932), but he hated Hollywood. So he went back to writing essays for The New Yorker. His many essay collections include The Ill-Tempered Clavichord (1952) and Chicken Inspector No. 23 (1966).
One of his essays begins: "I guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws."
It's the birthday of poet Galway Kinnell, born in Providence, Rhode Island (1927). His roommate in college was the poet W.S. Merwin, who once woke him up in the middle of the night and read Yeats to him until dawn. After that night, Kinnell devoted himself to writing poetry in the style of Yeats. He eventually found his own voice as a poet, but he named all of his children after important figures in Yeats's work.
He has written many books of poetry, including Body Rags (1968), Mortal Acts, Mortal Words (1980), and Strong Is Your Hold (2006).
It's the birthday of novelist Muriel Spark, born in Edinburgh, Scotland (1918). When she was growing up, she wrote love letters to herself, signed them with men's names, and hid them in the sofa cushions in the hope of shocking her mother.
She was a prolific novelist. She's best known for The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1961). Her last novel, The Finishing School (2004), was published when she was 86 years old. She died in 2006.
It's the birthday of writer Langston Hughes, born in Joplin, Missouri (1902). He went to Columbia University for a year, but then he decided that he wanted to learn from traveling instead of books, so he traveled to West Africa and Europe.
He moved back to the United States, and became a pivotal figure during the Harlem Renaissance. He was one of the first African-American poets to embrace the language of working-class black Americans.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.®
Production Credits
Host: Garrison Keillor
Writers: Betsy Allister, Priscilla Kinter, Heather McPherson, Holly Vanderhaar
Technical Director: Thomas Scheuzger
Engineer: Noah Smith
Coordinator: Nic Vetter
Permissions: Kathy Roach
Bright Sun after Heavy Snow
by Jane Kenyon
A ledge of ice slides from the eaves,
piercing the crusted drift. Astonishing
how even a little violence
eases the mind.
In this extreme state of light
everything seems flawed: the streaked
pane, the forced bulbs on the sill
that refuse to bloom...A wad of dust
rolls like a desert weed
over the drafty floor.
Again I recall a neighbor's
small affront — it rises in my mind
like the huge banks of snow along the road:
the plow, passing up and down all day,
pushes them higher and higher...
The shadow of smoke rising from the chimney
moves abruptly over the yard.
The clothesline rises in the wind. One
wooden pin is left, solitary as a finger;
it, too, rises and falls.
"Bright Sun after Heavy Snow" by Jane Kenyon, from The Boat of Quiet Hours. © Graywolf Press, 1986. Reprinted with permission.
It's the birthday of humorist S.J. Perelman, born Sidney Joseph Perelman in Brooklyn, New York (1904). His father was a Russian immigrant who tried to make a living as a poultry farmer. Perelman said his father believed "that if you had a few acres and a chicken farm there was no limit to your possible wealth. I grew up with and have since retained the keenest hatred of chickens."
He worked as a cartoonist when he was in college, but he switched to writing humorous essays, which he published in The New Yorker. His first collection of essays, Dawn Ginsbergh's Revenge, came out in 1929. Groucho Marx wrote him a letter that said: "From the moment I picked up your book until I put it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend to read it."
Groucho Marx persuaded Perelman to move to Hollywood to write screenplays. He worked on Marx Brothers movies such as Monkey Business (1931) and Horse Feathers (1932), but he hated Hollywood. So he went back to writing essays for The New Yorker. His many essay collections include The Ill-Tempered Clavichord (1952) and Chicken Inspector No. 23 (1966).
One of his essays begins: "I guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws."
It's the birthday of poet Galway Kinnell, born in Providence, Rhode Island (1927). His roommate in college was the poet W.S. Merwin, who once woke him up in the middle of the night and read Yeats to him until dawn. After that night, Kinnell devoted himself to writing poetry in the style of Yeats. He eventually found his own voice as a poet, but he named all of his children after important figures in Yeats's work.
He has written many books of poetry, including Body Rags (1968), Mortal Acts, Mortal Words (1980), and Strong Is Your Hold (2006).
It's the birthday of novelist Muriel Spark, born in Edinburgh, Scotland (1918). When she was growing up, she wrote love letters to herself, signed them with men's names, and hid them in the sofa cushions in the hope of shocking her mother.
She was a prolific novelist. She's best known for The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie (1961). Her last novel, The Finishing School (2004), was published when she was 86 years old. She died in 2006.
It's the birthday of writer Langston Hughes, born in Joplin, Missouri (1902). He went to Columbia University for a year, but then he decided that he wanted to learn from traveling instead of books, so he traveled to West Africa and Europe.
He moved back to the United States, and became a pivotal figure during the Harlem Renaissance. He was one of the first African-American poets to embrace the language of working-class black Americans.
Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.®
Production Credits
Host: Garrison Keillor
Writers: Betsy Allister, Priscilla Kinter, Heather McPherson, Holly Vanderhaar
Technical Director: Thomas Scheuzger
Engineer: Noah Smith
Coordinator: Nic Vetter
Permissions: Kathy Roach
Memories and Manuscripts
Sir Richard Burton translated one of my earliest books, The Arabian Nights, and for that I'm indebted. This story isn't finished, so I'll add the ending soon as I finish it.
Memories and Manuscripts
by
Steven Hunley
On the turn of the stairs Isabel hesitated near the foot of his portrait. There was no way on God’s earth she dare walk by without gazing, without worshiping, the image of her late husband. She gathered her warm robe together and sat on the steps. The lace of her flannel nightgown touched the carpet, her toes on the edge of the stairs and her naked heels- the brass rod. It was cold, nothing at all like his eyes. Her eyes eagerly searched the frame from bottom to top, from the darkened lacquer that shadowed his cloak, to the strong square jaw. From there her glance raced upward to his Stevenson-drooping mustache, then the scar on his cheek, saving his eyes for last. Even on canvas they were worth savoring. In life his hungry eyes were downright magnificent.
Memories and Manuscripts
by
Steven Hunley
On the turn of the stairs Isabel hesitated near the foot of his portrait. There was no way on God’s earth she dare walk by without gazing, without worshiping, the image of her late husband. She gathered her warm robe together and sat on the steps. The lace of her flannel nightgown touched the carpet, her toes on the edge of the stairs and her naked heels- the brass rod. It was cold, nothing at all like his eyes. Her eyes eagerly searched the frame from bottom to top, from the darkened lacquer that shadowed his cloak, to the strong square jaw. From there her glance raced upward to his Stevenson-drooping mustache, then the scar on his cheek, saving his eyes for last. Even on canvas they were worth savoring. In life his hungry eyes were downright magnificent.
Jet Blue to Heart of Darkness
Jet Blue to Heart of Darkness
by
Steven Hunley
Running, sprinting, rushing like a madman to the counter for a boarding pass. The flight leaves at nine and it’s a quarter ‘till.
“Here you go,” the lady says. “But I can’t guarantee that you’ll make it…”
I don’t hear the rest, as I’m already on the escalator. Then I hop on the tram, and when I get to security, there are fifty people in front of me, maybe more. It looks like a sale day at Macy’s when Lucy shopped there.
by
Steven Hunley
Running, sprinting, rushing like a madman to the counter for a boarding pass. The flight leaves at nine and it’s a quarter ‘till.
“Here you go,” the lady says. “But I can’t guarantee that you’ll make it…”
I don’t hear the rest, as I’m already on the escalator. Then I hop on the tram, and when I get to security, there are fifty people in front of me, maybe more. It looks like a sale day at Macy’s when Lucy shopped there.
Five Star Review of JohnnyOops 11 - Timeless
5.0 out of 5 stars A Modern-era GULLIVER'S TRAVELS, February 12, 2012
By
James A. Anderson "Author" (London, Ontario Canada) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Johnny Oops 11 - Timeless (Kindle Edition)
Just finished Johnny Oops 11 - Timeless by the highly talented visionary Arthur J. Levine. This sequel to Johnny Oops does not disappoint. A far out, fun read to overcome the winter blues.
Johnny Oops 11 is a rocket scientist who flies a spaceship to a far away planet with his inner self, Outy, and marries a bald Blue lady by the name of Ala who never ceases asking Johnny funny questions. They have a son called Johnworld who is Magenta colored, has Yellow hair and perceives his mission in life to be to propagate different races. They spend most of their lives trying to ward off the prejudice and bigotry that follows people of color.
This book is very funny satire (especially of Homeland Security and Congress) and a sort of modern-era GULLIVER'S TRAVELS. Levine's witty dialogue and outrageous plot are highly entertaining and thought provoking. There are some serious underlying philosophies offered here though.
If you want to read something decidedly different and unlike anything else on the book market, give both books a try. Highly original, thought provoking and entertaining stuff. view link
By
James A. Anderson "Author" (London, Ontario Canada) - See all my reviews
(REAL NAME)
Amazon Verified Purchase(What's this?)
This review is from: Johnny Oops 11 - Timeless (Kindle Edition)
Just finished Johnny Oops 11 - Timeless by the highly talented visionary Arthur J. Levine. This sequel to Johnny Oops does not disappoint. A far out, fun read to overcome the winter blues.
Johnny Oops 11 is a rocket scientist who flies a spaceship to a far away planet with his inner self, Outy, and marries a bald Blue lady by the name of Ala who never ceases asking Johnny funny questions. They have a son called Johnworld who is Magenta colored, has Yellow hair and perceives his mission in life to be to propagate different races. They spend most of their lives trying to ward off the prejudice and bigotry that follows people of color.
This book is very funny satire (especially of Homeland Security and Congress) and a sort of modern-era GULLIVER'S TRAVELS. Levine's witty dialogue and outrageous plot are highly entertaining and thought provoking. There are some serious underlying philosophies offered here though.
If you want to read something decidedly different and unlike anything else on the book market, give both books a try. Highly original, thought provoking and entertaining stuff. view link
Evolution
Friendship is a state of being
That exists between
“Acquaintance” and “Soul Mate”
A condition of acceptance
That reaches out to one another
To share and enjoy being shared
The simple happiness of life
That is found in daily discovery.
A “Soul Mate” is a friend
Who threads their way through
The similarities of your soul
The memories of your mind
And the passions of your being
Settling snuggly in the
Warm and fleshy folds of your
Open and innocent heart.
There is but a fine line that separates
The “Soul Mate” from the “Heart Mate”
And that is the intertwined combination of
Familiarity, vulnerability, and intimacy
A soul-enriching experience because
Heart Mates easily become Lovers.
That exists between
“Acquaintance” and “Soul Mate”
A condition of acceptance
That reaches out to one another
To share and enjoy being shared
The simple happiness of life
That is found in daily discovery.
A “Soul Mate” is a friend
Who threads their way through
The similarities of your soul
The memories of your mind
And the passions of your being
Settling snuggly in the
Warm and fleshy folds of your
Open and innocent heart.
There is but a fine line that separates
The “Soul Mate” from the “Heart Mate”
And that is the intertwined combination of
Familiarity, vulnerability, and intimacy
A soul-enriching experience because
Heart Mates easily become Lovers.
DRY WATER
I have invented dry water.Sounds like a contradiction? This is not the dry water which is a droplet of water surrounded by silicon that scientists have already created that is super absorbent. No...I have created water that is 100% dry. !!!
Imagine taking a bath or shower without getting wet? or getting baptised without getting soaked..Walk on water? No problem. How did I do this? In laymans terms, I have manipulated and repositioned the hydrogen and oxygen atoms using an electrical magnetic force. I have made dry water through this yet to be patented process called hydroaridation.
A couple of caveats regarding my dry water: It is not recommended for putting out fires,for use in sprinkler systems,goldfish bowls, making matzoh ball soup, Koolaid, or replacing conventional water in a dry well. In addition it will not quench your thirst. For that I recommend dry vermouth.
Imagine taking a bath or shower without getting wet? or getting baptised without getting soaked..Walk on water? No problem. How did I do this? In laymans terms, I have manipulated and repositioned the hydrogen and oxygen atoms using an electrical magnetic force. I have made dry water through this yet to be patented process called hydroaridation.
A couple of caveats regarding my dry water: It is not recommended for putting out fires,for use in sprinkler systems,goldfish bowls, making matzoh ball soup, Koolaid, or replacing conventional water in a dry well. In addition it will not quench your thirst. For that I recommend dry vermouth.
WOMAN GIVES BIRTH TO OCTOPUS
North Shore Hospital in Manhasset , New York has confirmed that in one of the most bizarre medical mysteries ever, a Mrs. Rachel Smith, of Great Neck has given birth to a 6 pound 5 ounce octopus. !!! Doctors here at the hospital are baffled, to say the least. The baby Octopus,named Octavia,has 3 hearts,four pairs of arms,and a healthy set of gills and lungs enabling Octavia to breathe in or out of water.
This is the first case of a human giving birth to a cephlapod on record on Long Island. Brooklyn,naturally has had a few. For those not familar with cross species breeding, there are numerous examples. They include the dog faced boy, the wolfman, the birdman of Alcatraz, the elephant man, a relative of Tarzan,(a monkey's uncle),Michael Jordan, Pee Wee Herman, and seedless watermelons.
Mrs. Smith has confessed of experimenting with injecting her body years ago when she was a hippie with drugs like LSD and mescaline. Before doctors told her she was pregnant,(the father being one of several boyfriends).initial tests revealed a normal human fetus .Mrs. Smith had allegedly eaten some possible tainted calamari from Red Lobster. Scientists believe a DNA mutation infiltrated the placenta and was somehow absorbed resulting in the octopus embryo.
Mrs. Smith has not yet decided to keep Octavia in a crib or an aquarium with her pet goldfish once Octavia is allowed to leave the hospital..within a day or two according to one of the top sturgeons,(I mean surgeons), here. Hopes for Octavia being in the special olympics is one of her mom's desires and to be a professor of icthyology when she grows up.
This is the first case of a human giving birth to a cephlapod on record on Long Island. Brooklyn,naturally has had a few. For those not familar with cross species breeding, there are numerous examples. They include the dog faced boy, the wolfman, the birdman of Alcatraz, the elephant man, a relative of Tarzan,(a monkey's uncle),Michael Jordan, Pee Wee Herman, and seedless watermelons.
Mrs. Smith has confessed of experimenting with injecting her body years ago when she was a hippie with drugs like LSD and mescaline. Before doctors told her she was pregnant,(the father being one of several boyfriends).initial tests revealed a normal human fetus .Mrs. Smith had allegedly eaten some possible tainted calamari from Red Lobster. Scientists believe a DNA mutation infiltrated the placenta and was somehow absorbed resulting in the octopus embryo.
Mrs. Smith has not yet decided to keep Octavia in a crib or an aquarium with her pet goldfish once Octavia is allowed to leave the hospital..within a day or two according to one of the top sturgeons,(I mean surgeons), here. Hopes for Octavia being in the special olympics is one of her mom's desires and to be a professor of icthyology when she grows up.
