“Being Stoned Is . . . ?”

*Stoned has many symbolical meanings . but in this instant I am referring to an altered state of consciousness by means of any method safe to the body of the partaker of the altering substances . alcohol is included within the mind body et al. transforming ingredients . no prejudice but do be careful with those alterations which can make you actually DEAD.

Proust: ‘There Burns the Flame’ | Remembrance of Things Past #131

There Burns the Flame

“A person does not, as I had imagined, stand motionless and clear before our eyes with his merits, his defects, his plans, his intentions with regard to ourselves (like a garden at which we gaze through a railing with all its borders spread out before us), but is a shadow which we can never penetrate, of which there can be no such thing as direct knowledge, with respect to which we form countless beliefs, based upon words and sometimes actions, neither of which can give us anything but inadequate and as it proves contradictory information — a shadow behind which we can alternately imagine with equal justification, that there burns the flame of hatred and of love.” ― Marcel Proust

ghost of proust at grave

Auld Lang Syne | Lea Michele

Auld Lang Syne | Lea Michele

Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should all acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne
And surely you will buy your cup
And surely I’ll buy mine
And we’ll take a cup o’kindness yet
For auld lang syne

We too have run around the slopes
And picked the daisies fine
We’ve wondered many weary foot
Since auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne
We too have paddled in the stream
From morning sun to night
But the seas between us broad have roared
From auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne
We’ll take a cup o’kindness yet
For auld langs syne

Elizabeth Bishop | One Art | a poem

One Art
Elizabeth Bishop
1911 – 1979

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

From The Complete Poems 1927-1979 by Elizabeth Bishop

“Why shouldn’t we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music […], some intimate, low-voiced, and delicate things in our mostly huge and roaring, glaring world?”
― Elizabeth Bishop

Elizabeth Bishop was an American poet and short-story writer. She was Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 1949 to 1950, the Pulitzer Prize winner for Poetry in 1956 . . .

Born: February 8, 1911, Worcester, MA
Died: October 6, 1979, Boston, MA

Movies: First Death in Nova Scotia, Bishopric
Awards: Pulitzer Prize for Poetry, United States Poet Laureate

In Memorium for Sue Grafton “A – Y”

Detective novelist Sue Grafton has died in the night of 28th December 2017. The news brought tears to my eyes. I was in shock. She was only 77. Being a mystery lover makes me feel a strong writer for the Mystery Force has been taken away. R.I.P. Sue Grafton. You will be missed and we will be sad you were never able to complete the alphabet. As for “Z” it will forever remain a mystery.❣💨🎭🌹💔

Sue Grafton, a prolific author of detective novels known for an alphabetically titled series that began in 1982 with “A Is for Alibi,” has died. She was 77. Ms Grafton had cancer. Her daughter Jamie announced her death on the author’s website and FB page.

“The alphabet ends at ““Y is for Yesterday”” She was adamant her books would never become movies or TV shows. No ghost writers to finish the alphabet.”

“Out of the deep abiding love and respect for our dear sweet Sue, as far as we in the family are concerned, the alphabet now ends at Y.” She did how ever name the last book “Z Is for Zero” but lacked the energy to work out her plans for her final venture.
“Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.” ― Sue Grafton, M is for Malice
“Except for cases that clearly involve a homicidal maniac, the police like to believe murders are committed by those we know and love, and most of the time they’re right – a chilling thought when you sit down to dinner with a family of five. All those potential killers passing their plates.” ― Sue Grafton, A is for Alibi
“We all need to look into the dark side of our nature — that’s where the energy is, the passion. People are afraid of that because it holds pieces of us we’re busy denying.” ― Sue Grafton

Y Is for Yesterday (Kinsey Millhone – Detective) Sue Grafton was born in Louisville, Kentucky 24th April 1940 – 28th December 2017. She was a #1 New York Times bestselling author. Best known for her “alphabet series” featuring private investigator Kinsey Millhone in the fictional city of Santa Teresa, California. The following is a description of her last book “Y Is for Yesterday” by Sue Grafton

The darkest and most disturbing case report from the files of Kinsey Millhone, Y is for Yesterday begins in 1979, when four teenage boys from an elite private school sexually assault a fourteen-year-old classmate—and film the attack. Not long after, the tape goes missing and the suspected thief, a fellow classmate, is murdered. In the investigation that follows, one boy turns state’s evidence and two of his peers are convicted. But the ringleader escapes without a trace.

Now, it’s 1989 and one of the perpetrators, Fritz McCabe, has been released from prison. Moody, unrepentant, and angry, he is a virtual prisoner of his ever-watchful parents—until a copy of the missing tape arrives with a ransom demand. That’s when the McCabes call Kinsey Millhone for help. As she is drawn into their family drama, she keeps a watchful eye on Fritz. But he’s not the only one being haunted by the past. A vicious sociopath with a grudge against Millhone may be leaving traces of himself for her to find. . .

Harvest | a short film | Haiku Review


The Challenge is to write a HAIKU REVIEW after watching the short film Harvest . Feel free to write in Single – Couplet – Triplet Haiku Verses using 17 syllables per verse . Lines in 5-7-5 . Try to Review the short film below as close to your interpretation of what you viewed and how all your senses responded to it. Think of it as looking at a moveable painting.

If you decide to take on the HAIKU REVIEW CHALLENGE . Leave your Haiku in the Comment Section of this post on ‘the secret keeper’ . so others will be able to view what you have created. I will be posting my own HAIKU REVIEW just above the video of Harvest.

If this film doesn’t inspire . don’t worry. A new short film will appear every Friday for you to try your skills at the WEEKLY HAIKU REVIEW CHALLENGE .

Here’s to engaging in the Haiku Review Challenge | Clinks & Cheers! – j.kiley

by j.kiley

No juice . no power
Turning off . Tuning out . Stop
Life returns . your choice

© j.kiley ’17

Best Viewing Experience Open Video Full Screen

Harvest | Kevin Byrnes

Rating . . . PG
Genre . . . Documentary . Technology
Length . . . 11m 17s

Narration performed by . . . Patrick Mulvey

Harvest is an eleven minute documentary that follows the daily life of a woman named Jenni, exploring the simple patterns that define her. As we get to know her, we come to understand the extent to which her seemingly ordinary life is of great interest to people she has never met.

Learn more at harvest-documentary.com

Producer/Director . . . Kevin Byrnes
Director of Photography/Editor . . . James Christenson
Director of Technology . . . David Choffnes, Ph.D.
Music . . . Joel Pickard
Sound Editor . . . Tom Hambleton
Narration written by . . . Patrick Mulvey and Andrew Scott-Ramsay