New Year’s Revolutions 2017

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les visages dans la neige par j.kiley

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‘Maggie the Cat’ | Roars & Purrs

New Year’s revolutions are my personal commitment to improve my life through effecting the alteration of my future goals, projects, habits, to anticipating the New Year and my growth with new beginnings. It’s my own revolutions as exhibited through my potential resolutions, it’s just I will attempt to do them with vigor.

Most commit themselves each year to New Year resolutions. A plan generally to last the whole year. These lifestyle changes are generally interpreted as advantageous but we all tend toward the impossible to achieve, setting us all up for a form of failure, not our intention. Never take attempts as failure, if success is not the result. Keep in mind the actual trying is the success. If the success succeeds at more than 20%, that’s amazing and is deserving of inner and outer praise. For all who meet the goals, (some – all – or many), applaud the accomplishments.

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licornes blanches par j.kiley

If New Year’s Resolutions aren’t a thing, than live life with wishes and limited restrictions. Hallelujah! Let Us All Be Free! It’s most important. Brave on into the Unknown and Hope for the Best of the GOOD (providing that is the preference).

My intention for the New Year 2017 is to work on writing in any of my choices of form, creating art, transforming my psyche, hoping for the improvement of my health (if possible),  and experimenting with a variety of changes in postings. I hope these will be enjoyable, thought provoking, entertaining, enlightening, fun, and always an element of serious & abstract thought and design, appearing fairly often.

Ideas I wish to explore, when possible, will include mental health issues, more specifically bipolar, children’s issues, pertinent issues in the news, film reviews and trailers, music videos, humor, or whatever is serendipitous. We’ll see.

Look for more experimentation in the New Year. maggie-the-cat-paw-print1Hoping it will be an experience for those who visit ‘the secret keeper’… feeling something, having a reaction (whatever it might be). – j.kiley 💖 ⏳ 💫

HAPPY NEW YEAR


I Will Remember You – Amy Grant


Elaine Stritch performs Sondheim’s “I’m Still Here” (for Obama Family @ WH)

Elaine Stritch is no longer with us and the Family Obama will be exiting the White House and MAY THE POWERS THAT BE HELP US & I don’t mean the IDIOTS about to take over the Executive Branch of the White House. May We All Survive???


Patti Smith – People Have The Power

TOWANDA! 💨💫💥 ☮ 🕉 ☯🖖🤘✌

Viewers may think that they can process it all

VIEWERS MAY THINK THAT THEY CAN PROCESS IT ALL
by Stephanie Gray

but they are fooling themselves,
if there’s a window open you might have a chance,
if you hadn’t all gone to Holy Name,
if the world didn’t change,
if you only bent the laws of physics so much,
if the tides weren’t so strong on the Hudson,
if you didn’t have to go,
if it wasn’t a dream you still believed in,
if that different kind of memory didn’t take hold,
if your muscle memory didn’t steady you,
if you didn’t have orders you couldn’t ship,
if you didn’t see what you saw,
if the crawl wasn’t always hungry,
if there weren’t celebrities in every sphere,
if you didn’t know all the criminals in the neighborhood,
if nothing ever happened here,
if it wasn’t a country club,
if there wasn’t magic in actuality,
if you didn’t dislocate the phrase,
if you didn’t grind the blue sky,
if it hadn’t been a downward trajectory,
if the shadow didn’t undo itself,
if you all weren’t all on break,
if everyone didn’t shut down,
if Canada wasn’t in the escape plans,
if the future wasn’t sparkling with nostalgia

© 2015 by Stephanie Gray
A COUNTRY ROAD GOING BACK IN YOUR DIRECTION
(Argos Books 2015)
(my editing on poem-for poets take click on GRAY)

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‘Main Street, Stockbridge’ by Norman Rockwell (1884-1978)

“Just as cinematic language can bypass rational intellect and converse directly with memory, intuition and dream, Stephanie Gray’s poems casually subvert normative forms of communication and activate a kind of collective vernacular consciousness. “All the back roads changed. . .I had a job connecting dreams,” she writes, while her language does the mysterious work of linking philosophical rigor with delicious humor and deep investigations into the sonic. Hers is a poetry of vernaculars: of aphorisms, truisms and idiomatics, of the exhaustive pleasure to be found in lists, chants, catchphrases and “variations on a theme.” After reading Gray’s poems, it is impossible to hear cultural commonplaces in quite the same way—like Gray, you will want to make them your own. . .” (evaluation by Elizabeth Clark Wessel – 17th June 2015)

stephanie-grayStephanie Gray is a poet and filmmaker known for short Super 8 films that explore the experience of urban space and gentrification, queer identity and feminism, and disability and class. She is the author of the poetry collections Heart Stoner Bingo (2007) and Shorthand and Electric Language Stars (2015), which includes images and stills from her films. In Artforum,Amy Taubin noted, “Poetry informs the place from which she [Gray] speaks as a moving-image maker and her camera-eye informs her words.” Gray is also the author of the chapbooks I Thought You Said It Was Sound/How Does That Sound (2012) and A Country Road Going Back in Your Direction (2015). She is the recipient of a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship. In June 2015, the Anthology Film Archives in New York City held a retrospective of her work.

Be Vast . . . Be The Universe . . . Dream 💨💫✨

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“The truth about the world is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a fevered dream, a trance with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, whose ultimate destination is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning. . .The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no (wo)man’s mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.”
― Cormac McCarthy

Debby Reynolds Died Day After Carrie Fisher

Debby Reynolds died today, 28th Dec 2016 – the day after her daughter Carrie Fisher died on 27th Dec 2016. Todd Fisher, Carrie’s brother & Debby’s son, said: “She just wanted to be with Carrie.” Since Carrie’s heart attack on 23rd Dec 2016 life has felt like Hell Hoping beyond hope Carrie Fisher would survive. I am devastated by the loss of both of these Ladies, whom I have adored for years. RIP Carrie Fisher. RIP Debby Reynolds. You will both be profoundly missed. May the Force guide you both to Paradise where you will be together. No more pain or loss.

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WHAT A FUCKED UP YEAR 2016. THOUGHT AFTER CARRIE FISHER DIED WE SAW THE WORST. NEXT DAY HER MOM DEBBY REYNOLDS LEFT THIS WORLD TO BE WITH HER DAUGHTER WHO WAS ONLY 60 WHEN SHE DIED. I’M SHOUTING THIS BECAUSE I AM SO ANGRY & SAD ABOUT CARRIE’S DEATH THEN WE FOUND OUT ABOUT CARRIE’S MOM BEING RUSHED TO THE HOSPITAL. A SHORT TIME LATER WE SAW THE HEADLINES DEBBY REYNOLDS DIED. I CAN’T SEEM TO STOP CRYING.


Debby Reynolds | Gene Kelly | Donald O’Connor ‘Singin In the Rain’
(Debby Reynolds big break. She was taught to dance for this film)

Jackson Pollock on Art #9

Jackson Pollock Retrospective in Eighteen (18) Parts
Part #9

Image property of the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, NY.

Convergence – Jackson Pollock

“I don’t
paint nature.

I am
nature.”

~ ~ ~

“The painter
locks himself
out of
his own
studio.

And then
has
to break
in
like
a thief.”

– Jackson Pollock

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Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock

Jackson Pollock (January 28, 1912 – August 11, 1956) was an influential American painter and a major figure in the abstract expressionist movement. Pollock was best known for his unique style of drip painting, never making contact with the canvas. This method has inspired many to try to do their own ‘Pollock’, more to honor than to copy.

Pollock enjoyed considerable fame and was infamous for his notoriety. The major artist of his generation and a recluse, with an erratic personality. He was more than an alcoholic. I conjecture, he suffered from shifting moods. Hypothesis: he was always skating on the edge of bipolar. At least, that is the appearance. Knowing inside what happens outside, I would say the alcohol was a way of self-medicating to remove the haunting darkness.

In 1945, he married the artist Lee Krasner, who became his grounding force. She tried to go with what he needed but his temper was hurtful and cutting; and during his life while married to Krasner, the most difficult behavior for her to bear was his involvement with younger women. So when he wasn’t being a good husband and friend, he was like Greta Garbo, “I want to be alone” or I need to escape from everything. All the while, I would expect, he thought most about getting back to work while feeling he was always being pulled away from it. His soul needed to express what poured forth from the creative forces all around him. He needed to paint.

***In August 1949, Life Magazine ran a leading headline that invoked the question: “Jackson Pollock: Is he the greatest living painter in the United States?” Already famous in the New York art world, Pollock’s artistic reputation was widely known. He was American’s first “Art Star”—with his daring and radical style of painting continuing to change the path of modern art. Pollock was tormented. It plagued the artist throughout his life. I would estimate his tortured soul was driving him toward his obsessive need to paint, a way to express what communed with his soul. It helped orchestrate his wildly passionate innovative art—but still the darkness haunted him. He struggled with self-doubt; and became engaged in a lone battle between needing to express himself and shutting out the world. Pollock was in a downward spiral. It threatened to destroy the grounding his marriage provided with Lee Krasner, his gifted career, and ultimately his life. It ended with Pollock wanting to abandon the world in what appeared to be on a calm and clement summer night in 1956.

During one of his drunken episodes while out drinking with some young women, he was feeling wild inside while driving exceedingly fast, the top down. With a liquor bottle in one hand, he intentionally aimed his car off the road, crossing a field into what appeared to be a maze of trees. There was a crash. Pollock was killed. He was only 44. Cause of his death was declared to be an alcohol-related single-car accident when he was driving.

After Pollock’s death, there were retrospectives created by MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) and The Tate of London. One four months after his death in December 1956, and then some forty years later in 1998 and 1999. His paintings sell now in the nine figures, ex. $140,000,000 for one painting in a relatively recent acquisition. It’s amazing how artists reap the riches for the wealthy investor, whether they enjoy the works they purchase, it really is an investment to appreciate their already obscene fortunes. And we, as a government in the USA [the RePubs], deign to support the arts, wherever they should be found. How screwed up is that? Let the artist suffer. The art will be improved. The message is clear the artist, whether painter, poet, writer, film maker or other forms of art (there are so many forms in which to express art). It scares the shit out of those who think they are the power center. Power is their illusion. The artist, inside, sees the truth, even if it’s not always clarified in the beginning. Meaning grows with its filtering in the minds of those who can see or try to see. Eventually the light shines upon its ever changing interpretations of Truth. – j.kiley

Weekly Writing Challenge #69

Weekly Writing Prompt #69
Week of 26th Dec. 2016

DOOR Template Instructions=====================

(5) Words: | CAGE | SING | DREAM | WATCH | SPELL |

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Poetry Suggestions
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Haiku (5 – 7 – 5)
Tanka (5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7)
Shadorma (3 – 5 – 3 – 3 – 7 – 5)
six lines – no rhymes – multiple stanzas [your choice] – just follow meter
Nonet (9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1) progression downward of syllables
Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2) five-line poem on any theme – syllables
’28’ Form (4 x 7) or (7 x 4) lines & syllables or lines
Free Verse – No Limitations
See [POETRY PAGE] for further instructions
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Fictional Suggestions
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Flash Fiction (500 – 300 words)
Any Genre: Mystery – Sci-Fi – Fantasy – Horror – Literary
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SUGGESTIONS FOR FLASH FICTION
***One main character
***Room for one scene
***Main conflict in first sentence
***Room for a single plot
***Room for a single, simple theme
***SHOW anything related to the main conflict
***TELL the backstory; don’t “show” it
***Save the twist until the end
***Eliminate all but essential words

Use your best judgement
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