“Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys”

13406986_10153566220727371_623513095724235842_nA few weeks ago I came across this statement. I fell in love with it and it has become entirely too applicable in my life. Today I was brutally slapped with it again as I had to deal with some craziness that while affected me, was not my circus. Thank God. I can walk away.

I have had this idea since last year while watching Paris When It Sizzles, a favorite Audrey Hepburn movie. I mean, I seriously love this film. And I got this idea for my local library. What about ‘Summer When It Sizzles’ for a book theme where you pull off all the romances and steamy books and trashy romances….  okay, not super trashy, but heck, even a few Harlequins have some ‘bodice ripper’ style covers. It is what it is and hey, the library has them on their shelves. It’s not like I would insert naughty books. Heck, the Fifty Shades of Grey books are right there.

So I talked it over with the librarian this year. I thought, heck, while the kids are having their summer reading program, the adults can have a fun “summer sizzling’ kind of reading program. Nothing fancy, just all the romance are pulled out and showcased. Up on shelves with little cut out tidbits of  ‘something steamy in here’ or “sweet romance’  or ‘a classic romance’. See?  Simple.

The librarian loved it. She even said, she would pull out one of the extra kids tables and set it up by the door for me to set up the display. I was even wishing I had some red fabric for a Valentines-y look.  I was tempted to cut out hearts.  And I like to think the librarian was excited for this display because the day before the first of July, when we were going to set it up, she made sure I was coming in to do it and seemed super excited.

So, I set it up. You can see my display.

July 1st rolled by and we got a laugh when she had to hunt for a book that I had pulled out to showcase and she had to switch labels…..

The the holiday came…….

Then today.

I walk into the library with my stack of due books and before I barely get in the door, one of the volunteer ladies immediately tells me that they didn’t think it was appropriate that the children’s table had been used for ‘those kinds of books’ so they put them all back in the library and set up children’s books instead, and oh, would I call the librarian.

Fortunately the librarian was trying to catch me before I was slammed with the switch.  But I would have liked her to have maybe stood up for me a bit. I mean, I had spent two hours making the labels and wording for the sign, and another hour setting up the display. And good grief, what? The table is not specifically a ‘children’s table’ but just a small table in the kid’s section.  I didn’t know that kids could get an STD by picking up a romance novel…… which they can check out and the librarian cannot stop them (I should know, I worked in the library and when I saw a 12 year old check out Hannibal, I was shocked but couldn’t do a darn thing about it….)

The shock and horror that was in the volunteer woman’s tone was like I was this awful bad person.  Yet, aren’t we supposed to be promoting reading? At a library?  And aren’t romances part of the library? And a lot of them? And Fifty Shades made the rounds.  And yes, I’ve read some of it.  (Personally I find it terrible writing. I’ve read much better erotica in my time, but I digress)

The point being was, how petty can you be? How utterly childish and prudish can you be?  Now, I’m not naming names because I plan on sending this to a few friends who know these people, but my gosh.

This is where I say, not my circus, not my monkeys.  You can go take your own GD monkeys and well….. I’ll leave the option up to you.  Needless to say I was not happy. In fact, I was kind of fighting tears later this afternoon because honestly, one day. The display was up one day with the Librarian’s permission and people got upset.  Emma was one of the titles for pete’s sake!

It reminds me of Marian the Librarian from The Music Man (modern version best)

Professor, her kind of woman doesn’t belong on any committee.
Of course, I shouldn’t tell you this but she advocates dirty books.

Harold:
Dirty books!

Alma:
Chaucer

Ethel:
Rabelais

Eulalie:
Balzac!

OMG! Dirty books! I mean, who knew that Emma and Emilie Loring books were dirty?

And this is one reason I don’t get terribly involved with the library. And this is one reason why younger people don’t get involved with the library. It’s having to deal with anyone over the age of 55….. and their lack of , well lack of a lot.

Is this a rant? You bet it is. It hurt. And am I going to let it go? Yep. But seriously, this is the last time I bring up an idea to the library.

Kate

I Don’t Have A Writer’s Ritual

I do not have any daily writing rituals, though I do find that after lunch I will grab my pen, and whatever notebook that has struck my fancy for the time being, and go off to do whatever needs to be done in the hopes that inspiration will strike. It rarely does as I hang laundry, water something, do dreaded vacuuming, or hand washing my delicates. It’s most predictably the afternoon that I have my notebook and I’m lost or feeling lost if I don’t have the opportunity to jot something down. Rarely does anything ever go in the notebook du jour, but I feel more opportunistic if it is there.

My one writing habit that has become and is predictable for almost five months now is writing every Saturday morning with a group of ladies, or just one, depending on who shows up at the library. I only write for about a  half an hour, but I feel most productive with that short period of time. I know it will be completely uninterrupted and I can scribble as fast as I want and not have to worry about anyone calling for me. The ideas that get churned out in those brief thirty minutes leave me amazed, though I rarely write something that connects to anything else. In the five months I have started a lot of story ideas, and some have gone on to occupy two or three Saturdays, but then they get set by the wayside or forgotten.

I’m reading this book from the library about artists and their lives and what kind of made them create. Daily Rituals by Mason Currey, takes a look at artists of all walks; sculptors, composers, painters, filmographers, and yes, writers.  From Mozart to P.G. Wodehouse. These artists have interesting and unique rituals that helped them through the day.  And the recurring theme seems to be plenty of caffeine, alcohol, cigarettes, and even amphetamines for several.  Lack of sleep, plenty of walks, and yes, someone else to do the laundry. (I seriously want someone else to do the laundry and cleaning and cooking. How can I create when I have life to do that takes up more time than it should?  Where is Sven!????

Normal 'ship' Terri MainThat being said, the book is insightful.  Clearly I’m not as crazy as I thought I was, because some of these people are.  Granted, normal is all relative, but there is weird, then there is just stark raving mad.  I jest, some, because I actually can understand the plight of some of these writers and artists.  I like to write late at night when the world is asleep.  I carry notebooks with me wherever I go. I jot down things on random scraps of paper that clutter up my space and I’m so organized that right at this moment, I’ve lost one of my favorite fountain pens and I don’t even know where to start.  Clutter and mayhem are somewhat a prerequisite for being artistic…. depending of course on whether or not you have OCD or not. I have my moments, but they tend to range from making sure the copper pots are shiny (who cares if there is a pile of dishes) to getting that one spot off of the wall.  Don’t ask, I don’t get it.

Rituals can either make or break a writer I think.  I think it all depends on the person in question.  I don’t thrive on rituals, other than maybe having at least 2 cups of coffee in the morning. But I have to be flexible.  I have learned to take the moments I can get them…. like right now on a Sunday I’m writing in  a very weird place but it’s quiet and I cannot be bothered.  I won’t tell you where it is.

But I’m learning my rituals are to take time when I can.  Maybe if I ever make it as a writer I can create my own weird ritual, but for now I’ll leave it to the pros.

I do recommend Daily Rituals by Mason Currey.  The book is fascinating and you can read little blips here and there. Like short stories.  Check it out. As an artist, I don’t think you will be disappointed.

 

Kate

When Your Online Man Is Taken Off The Market

Ah, singlehood.  It leaves a lot of time to dream about available men and how they just might be your perfect match. And one of the best ways to decide is by looking at single men on tv, films, and the news. Sports also leave plenty of options.

Daydream Writer

No seriously, the Olympics really gives you an open source of good looking foreign men to drool and dream over.

But what happens when you suddenly find out that one of those guys has been taken off the market by getting married? You want to be happy for him because obviously that means he’s a great catch if he has gotten married, but you don’t want him to get divorced because then that means he’s not worth having, but you are so disappointed to find out that you do not have a chance with him! Oh, the conflict. Oh, the pain and heartbreak that you did not have the chance to show said guy, how great you are.

69th Annual Golden Globe Awards - ArrivalsIt’s always a little bit sad when someone you ‘crushed’ over has suddenly been taken out of the game.  Recently, one that hits me the hardest was when I found out Zachary Levi was married.  Beautiful, charming, boyish ‘Chuck’ Zachary Levi. I adore this boy. But he’s married! How could he? How could he not find me?

I still have yet to get over this heartbreak, even though he has been married for….. Okay, Wikipedia has just told me that he lasted all of 6 months being married. Now he’s really not in the marriage mart with the divorce…. I feel like this is Regency England. I need to go to Almacks…

Then there is Colin O’Donoghue…. But he was already married when he started working on Once Upon A Time. But I didn’t find out till he was already acting on the show. It was a sad day when I found out the gorgeous Irish boy was taken.

Recently I have had a thing for news people and young senators and congressmen. I blame it on Emilie Loring. A current interest has been Stephen Dinan of the Washington Times.

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He’s like a young Richard Gere. How could you go wrong with that? Then just the other day I saw the ring on his finger! Oh, the ring. It’s so cruel.

ryan merrimanRyan Merriman was how I though my childhood crush would grow up to look like. He sadly didn’t, but Ryan is rather adorable. But Not only is he married, but he’s been married and divorced and re-married!

 

Film-Review-The-Man-from-U-N-C-L-EAnother is Armi Hammer. Recently he has played Ilia Kuryakin in The Man From U.N.C.L.E., but he’s also been The Lone Ranger and the charming prince in Mirror, Mirror. And he’s married.  Sigh.

I’m sure there are others, but off the top of my head, these are what come to me. It’s always a sad day when I look up a gorgeous actor or congressman, newspaperman to find he is married.

How do you deal with your current famous person crush? What do you do when you find out th

After Paris – Writing 101 Day 10

It’s a cold Sunday afternoon, two days after Paris. Two days after tragedy and the news is still reporting on everything

“the attack is an act of war by isis terrorist army” says French President Francoise Hollande….     “cities around the world are lit up with French flag colors” says another news station.  “the death toll is now at 132” says an online news service.

We are tuned in and plugged in to any new detail. Twitter, Facebook, CNN, Foxnews….. Check the updates. Stare in horror. Try not to cry.

And yet life seems so ordinary as pans of jars are on the stove chattering away awaiting being canned with something. It’s fall, it’s Sunday, it’s a normal day. But it’s not a normal day. It’s normal for us so far from tragedy. It’s normal for this time of year. But everything has changed.

Had you asked me to sit quietly and observe for twenty minutes two days ago, I might have come up with something terribly different. And I can’t think of anything else that would affect me like coming home on Friday afternoon from an ordinary day out, shopping for pants, to seeing Paris. Paris in chaos…

Paris, my dream place. My one destination that I have dreamed about visiting since I was about 12. I dream in French sometimes.  And it is the one place I have hoped to visit.

Life is kind of ordinary right now as a Fast and Furious movie is on tv, my sister is banging boards and pans as she works on the dishes, and the kitchen is cluttered and full of vegetables and pans for the canning.  It’s noisy. It’s quiet. It’s just home.

Nothing terribly exciting ever happens around here, not that I mind it much. I like being home. I like the quiet chaos of a home. I mean, when I say it’s quiet, I mean compared to cars and trucks and the endless beeping of the backhoes as they put in new water pipes for the town, Monday through Friday, 7am to 4pm. Right now it is relatively quiet. Though I could probably do without the noise of the movie on. You don’t realize how loud a film is until you are in the other room trying to concentrated.

Home is safe. So for those where home is safe…. What is Paris now to those that call it home? Is it safe? Is it even home? How does one go on in life when a tragedy has hit very close to home. For some, right next door. For the man that helped people off the roof of the Bataclan  as terrorists shot people below. So close to home how do you walk outside and even breathe? How does one go on?

I have never been in the middle of a tragedy, nor do I ever want to be. So I can’t understand. I see it from a distance.  Roseberg, Oregon and the shooting there a month ago was as close to a  tragedy as I can think I have ever been. Everything else is far away. It makes you feel a little distant, literally and figuratively , when you think about it.

What is it like to have it a part of your life? I hope I never find out as I live an ordinary life and pray for those who have lost loved ones…….. And I pray for those in Paris……

Kate

Moms – Day No. 29

keep-calm-and-call-mom-76Today is Mrs. B’s 60th birthday. How is it possible my mother has gotten so old? I can still remember when she was my age… Oh God, I’m old!  Back when she was still getting carded. Back when she was teaching me and my sister, working as a nurse, and managing our gorgeous house. How did she do it all? Let’s just say I did not inherit any of that from her. My mother was like Sarah Jessica Parker in “I Don’t Know How She Does It“, which we just watched last night and is an incredibly good film. Watch it. You won’t be sorry.

Moms: they are so important, with the caveat that they are good moms. If you ahve a bad mom, then I’m truly sorry. My mom is great, and that’s not me just saying that because I’m supposed to. Sure, because we are nothing alike we have our moments  where we do not agree. At all. But even when  we have those moments, which seems to be more frequently, we still get along. I think. I trust Mom’s advice and she is who I do talk to when I need to vent. She can read me too well, and tends to do that regularly, sometimes to my annoyance, and other times where it’s really helpful.  As number 6 of the 13 Things No One Tells You About Being A Woman says:

6. The most complicated relationship you’ll have is with your mother. In your teens, you hate her, in your early 20’s you miss her, after that you rely on her advice as if it is Bible. Most women don’t want to become their mother, but they still love and respect her — and end up becoming much like her anyway.

It’s very true. Granted, I have not had the missing her part since I still live at home, but when she goes places for longer than I think she should, I worry about her. We have a unique relationship.

Mrs. B’s girlfriend is a great Mom. I watch how she loves her kids and I kind of get a gooey feeling like a hot brownie in my chest when I think about it. And if I needed a surrogate mom, I bet I could rely on her.  I actually know quite a few cool moms out there.

For years, I wanted to be a mom. I wanted to be married at 22, have four kids, home school them all, name one girl after my great-great-great grandmother; Phoebe. I had names picked out for my kids….. Sophie, Paul, Phillip, Rose, Charles….. Those are just some of the names. I had grand ideas about being a mom. While at the same time scared out of my wits that I could even be a mom.

But none of that has happened. And now part of me doesn’t want to be a mom. Oh sure, I want to have my own baby, but honestly, kids scare me. They scare the heck out of me. I don’t know what to do with them. I have never baby sat in my entire life except for once and that time scared the heck out of me and I was just next door watching the 8 year old boy for an hour… No big deal.  I view kids as ankle biters… You use a fly swatter to move them along…. Okay, maybe not that bad.

This is kind of ironic because I like writing children’s books. I like making things for kids. I like all that fun stuff. But I don’t know how to even talk with kids. Sigh. So I don’t think I would be a very good mom. But again< I’m not sure I want to be a mom> i like to think I could be a very cool aunt. Or if I married a man who was older and already had young grand kids… I could be a really cool young, hip grandma.

So, do you love your Mom?  Is Mom the most important person in your life? Do you agree with No. 6 above?

Kate

Girls Are Barracudas – Day No. 23

Scuba diver inside a group of sawtooth barracu...

Scuba diver inside a group of sawtooth barracudas in Koh Tao, Thailand (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, first, stop laughing. I know you are laughing because Mr. B. burst out laughing the minute I said this at lunch today.  We were talking about how carpenter bees go to purple flowers. I said it’s because they are girls. Which they are. All black carpenter bees are female. Then Mr. B. said that they should go to things that are shiny because girls love shiny things. In which case, I replied, “All girls are Barracudas.” They immediately go to something shiny and bright and sparkly.  I should know. I have been a big shiny picker upper for years. When I was younger, no bolt, screw, washer, nut, or melted solder was safe from my grubby little hands. I picked up anything shiny. When we would go to the mountains, empty shell casings were extremely popular due to the brass. And don’t even get me started on the steel or aluminum ones.

star glitterAs time goes by, yep, I still like shiny. I’m more sophisticated, liking such things as rings, glittery necklaces, and well, more expensive things. I have this love of more expensive things. Go figure. I believe I inherited it from my great-grandmother who saw a cute little car years ago and wanted it, but my great grandfather said no…. because it was a Mercedes.  (I seem to have this knack of  seeing something wonderful, and it’s always really expensive.  And shiny)

Most girls I know gravitate towards shiny things. I think that’s why glitter is so popular on the back pockets of jeans (lord no!)  and there is glitter and sequins on everything. Bedazzlers weren’t made for men. And we lap it up and keep going for shiny.  Heck, just like barracudas, we will fight for our shine.  After holiday sales? Watch out.

There must be something hardwired into our brains about shiny is better. Why are glitter nail polishes so much more exciting than plain? I wonder this all the time as I spend way too much time trying to remove the glitter polish. That much work to remove something shouldn’t be better.  But it is. It sparkles.

We love anything shiny and I don’t know why. We are Chick Barracudas…..

And I still pick up shiny things.  I just don’t keep the washers, bolts, and screws, those go to Mr. B. …..

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Run Away, Run Away – Day No. 16

Woman-running-awaySo yesterday I talked about fierce girls and all that toughness. Today is the counterpart to that post. Today is reality. Today is about what most females do, and probably should do in circumstances. To use Rose Hathaway as an example :  Dimitri Belikov, “If you see a Strigoi, I recommend running.”

I absolutely love that line in the film, and it’s used somewhere within the first book of Vampire Academy.  One of the reasons I love the line, besides the gorgeous Russian and his accent…, is because, women should run away from trouble. You don’t stick around. You don’t ‘do battle’ with the bad guys. You get out of there. You let the bigger, stronger, more physically inclined men to do fighting. Always through history, women run away.

And it’s okay. It’s okay to not stay and fight. In fact, I think women should run away. While I’m all for a woman defending herself… Heck, I carry protection when I run…. I don’t think they should purposely go hunting for trouble.  I don’t think women should be in combat mode in the military. Sidelines, fine. Front lines? Heck no.

This subject came up because of the shooting in Roseburg, Oregon. I can’t quite remember the discussion my father and I were having, and I will admit that sometimes my father is very male/female gender roles so I don’t always agree, but basically it was, in a situation where there is an active shooter, girl, run away. Get away. Don’t try to take down said shooter. Don’t be the hero. That is what men are for. No offense men, but you really are the leaders and the protectors. They are the head dudes in charge. So being that they have that role, they protect.

This is where I have my issue with girls that are fierce, like what I wrote about yesterday. Rarely are girls girly and still kick butt kind of girls. They don’t exist. There are very few feminine girls that are rough and tough.  If a girl is a tomboy, rarely is she going to want to wear a dress or flounce it up. It’s just the way it is. Now I’m sure I will have a bunch of people that read this and disagree. That’s fine. This is my opinion.

I have not met many girls that are going to charge into action if there is a Situation. And if they are going to charge into something like that, they are not going to be the gals with gorgeous nails and hair.  Girls with their nails and hair done just so, know their limitations. I know my limitations.

I panic when things happen. I do not think straight. I know my limitations. I know I will not be able to charge into a situation and think clearly.  Now, I do try to have my head straight, and not panic, but even so, I know I won’t look at all the angles and have what it takes to make a clear, concise decision.

And it’s okay. It is totally okay to not be the girl that protects and needs protecting instead. That’s the way we were wired.

And I’m okay with that.

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Kate

Ladies in Literature – Day No. 12

I have another post planned for fierce, kick-butt women in fiction later in the month, but this is about women in general that I like in books. It’s kind of varied, and kind of just a personal opinion piece, but I wanted to share. I was going to write about women artists, but since I was seriously blanking on female artists, that topic has been scrapped. So, onward.

Emilie Loring Books (some of my favorites)

In books I have a fairly large selection of women I love. It probably doesn’t hurt that I love reading so um, well books are going to be my area of love.  Someday someone is going to call my on my Emilie Loring addiction…. Oh wait, the ladies at the library have already done that.  Neva’ mind.  I absolutely love almost every gal in the Emilie Loring books. They are girls  with moxie and love, and kindness, and sometimes they are weak, and stupid, but I feel I can relate to them. (yes, even the stupid parts because sometimes I can be kind of stupid.) They are like the ultimate good girl, girly girl, best friend girl. I would love to know these girls!  And just like them, I love the four women of Norah Robert’s Bride Quartet. I love these gals. They own businesses, they are fierce, but they are also such girls. Sexy and sweet, they make my day.

The Bride Quartet by Norah Roberts

The Bride Quartet by Norah Roberts

I like girls that have cool jobs, but not the typical doctor, lawyer, cop, etc jobs. I like jobs that a middle class girl would do.  That’s partly why I love the girls from the Bride quartet. One is a photographer, another a baker, the third a florist, and lastly the manager of a this whole bridal planning company.  They are jobs I would do. I love the complexity of the positions. They are not just fluff pieces.  Those are the kinds of girls I love. They are normal. They are not fierce strong women in the sense of say Katniss or Triss from Hunger Games and Divergent, respectively.

I love Anne Elliot from Persuasion. I pick her specifically because while I love Elizabeth Bennett, I actually prefer the Lizzy Bennett from the Kiera Knightley P&P better than the book.  But Anne Elliot is this woman who has had her heart broken and has had to remain with her family who doesn’t really appreciate all of who she is. And yet, she still has this amazing outlook on life. She isn’t bitter so much as just older. She has grown and knows her heart better than when she was young and could have married Captain Wentworth. The fact that she still cares for him after all the years of separation is kind of just romantic. I actually know to some degree what it’s like to long for someone for years.  I actually had the option of possibly being with this person years ago, but turned him down because at the time it was more than I could comprehend. I was too young and didn’t know myself as much as I do now.  For anyone curious, he’s in my Cast of Cooks. I’m betting you can figure out who it is. So I get Anne. She’s steadfast and far from Emma’s flightyness. (I like Emma but she is so flighty)

Honestly, off the top of my head, these are all my top favorites. I know it doesn’t seem like a lot, but there are about 20 Emilie Loring books I love, and the four Norah Roberts books, then the Jane Austen books. That adds up to being quite a few books. So I shall end for now.

Notable mentions are the gals in these books:

Sunday’s at Tiffany’s by James Patterson and Gabrielle Charbonnet

The Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison Allen

Garden Spells by Sarah Addison Allen

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (all the women are so unique in this book)

So tell me, who are some literary women you admire or think they are just fun to read about? I’d love to know. I’m always on the lookout for gals to read about. I’d love any suggestions.

Kate

 

 

 

 

She’s A Woman In Gold – Day No. 7

Portrait der Adele Bloch-Bauer by Gustav Klimt...

Portrait der Adele Bloch-Bauer by Gustav Klimt, 1907 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Back in July my family and I watched The Woman In Gold with Helen Mirren, about the famous Klimt painting that the Austrians ‘kept’ for years from the rightful owners.  It was this film, and the subsequent book that was the inspiration for my month of femininity and women. I can’t really explain the reasons why, now, but at the time it made perfect sense.  I think I was inspired by the beauty of the painting and the femininity of it.

The story alone is rather remarkable. A well known Jewish woman in Austria who is a patron of arts has an impressionistic painting done of her. During WWII the painting is stolen by the nazis (I will not capitalize that word) and the museum in Vienna keeps the painting for years saying it is theirs and was willed to them by the woman. Well, not so and the woman’s niece fights to get it back.

Okay, brief story. Watch the film or read the book THE LADY IN GOLD: The Extraordinary Tale of Gustav Klimt‘s Masterpiece, Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer
by Anne-Marie O’Connor.  It is a serious page turner and the information in that book will leave you hating Austria…FYI.

The Kiss 1907–1908. Oil on canvas. Österreichi...

The Kiss 1907–1908. Oil on canvas. Österreichische Galerie Belvedere. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Adele Bloch-Bauer was a stunning beauty of the early 20th century in Vienna.  Her relationship with Gustav Klimt was ‘interesting’ because there are several opinions and things you could infer from the accounts of their relationship. Klimt was a masterful artist and his portrait of Adele is incredible.  I’m not sure when I first saw it, but I knew about it long before I saw the film.  Klimt’s The Kiss is another famous painting from the same time period and is considered Art Nouveau, a shoot off of impressionism. Which, since I love impressionism, is why I find these paintings so stunning.

Sensual, stunning, a ‘goddess’ to look at. There is something mysterious about them. And maybe because of all the gold used, yes, actual gold leaf applied in mosaic patterns, it looks like it should belong in a king’s palace.

Klimt’s work is stunning in my opinion, and it is a shame some of it was lost in the war. Fortunately some of his amazing works are still available to be seen.  His portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer is hung in the Neue Galerie and is open to the public, one of the stipulations of the sale of the painting by Adele’s niece.  One day, I hope to be able to see it in person.

But even if I never get to see any of these paintings in person, I can still admire  the artistry and talent of Klimt. And for those wondering, I highly recommend the film, The Woman in Gold, along with the book. I seriously think both need to be used in high school curriculum as they have so much history in them, especially regarding the Jews during WWII.

Kate

My Gal Poets – Day No. 5

Emily Dickinson Poems Book Cover

Emily Dickinson Poems Book Cover (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Emily Dickinson is my girl. My poet. My inspiration. She says all those wonderful things I’m thinking of in only a few lines. She is probably the first poet I fell in love with. I’m not evne sure when she first came on the scene with me, but her words have stuck over the years. “Wild nights, wild nights…..”

Years ago, my then boyfriend gave me a selection of her poems, in this delicate white and rose colored book. Satin ribbon, and his writing inside of my name. To this day, it is one of my cherished possessions. While he and I parted ways, I loved the gift and when I’m in a romantic, sad, or poetic mood, her’s is the first book I pull out. I recently found a paperback of her entire collection of works. Whoa! I did not know she had written that much. I don’t have the time to read her often, but when I do, I want to start reading it to anyone who will listen. Sadly, very people do. ( I actually feel this way about a lot of poetry, and my family just doesn’t quite get my fascination.)

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Edna St. Vincent Millay’s The End of Summer

I love male poets. Sir Walter Scott (dreamy), Billy Collins (stunning), Shelley (ethereal), John Keats (moving), Tennyson (powerful)…. I could go on as there are many others.  However, there is something about what women poets write that always gets to me. (excluding Billy Collins who’s poetry hits me like a cannon blast and I have yet to recover from some of his) Edna St. Vincent Millay is a new old poet who is rather amazing when you start reading her work. I’m seriously jealous of her sonnets partly because I cannot write a decent sonnet.   And her poem “The End of Summer” is so perfect for this time of year.

Emily Bronte is another beautiful poet. And she’s another Emily. I love my Emilys. (Emily Dickinson, Emilie Loring, Emily Bronte) Unlike the other Bronte sisters, Emily wrote a fair amount of poetry that is unique only to her. Elegant and classic, I pull out her little blue book of poetry I have when I want to feel intellectual. I rarely do, reading her. Half the time I’m not sure what exactly she is talking about, but she is lovely.

Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Christina Rossetti is another classic poet.  I have one of her little ditties on my wall from an old Country Living magazine where they were talking about blue and white. “White sheep, white sheep, On a blue hill, When the wind stops, You all stand still.”  So cute in it’s own way. It would be one I would teach a child to say.  Then she has her marvelous poem “In the Bleak Midwinter” which has been turned into an ethereal song by Sarah McLachlan. I absolutely adore that song. It’s message is so perfect for Christmas and about our Lord.  If you haven’t heard it, you must. Just click below.

And lastly, Susan Wooldridge. Someone whom I’ve written about, met, and read extensively. Being that she only has three books, it’s fairly easy to do. But she has a poetry that is unique; modern in feeling. I feel like a friend is telling me things.  Her chapbook “Bathing with Ants” is so lovely and reminds me of getting a call from a friend who wanted to let you know what they thought. I female version of Billy Collins.  I can’t explain it, but you should check out her poetry and books on writing poetry.

Ah yes, woman poets and their words. Magical, and personal. I feel like a part of me is escaping when I read something of theirs. Like they are telling me what I already know, but didn’t know how to say it. And as I read more poetry, I want to collect more women poets.  I feel like they are speaking my life.

So, dearies, do you have any women poets you love?  Tell me. I’m always collecting new poets.

Kate