Poetry Friday--Put on Your Dancing Shoes!

Photo by Giuliagas
For some reason I feel like dancing. Maybe it's because it's Friday! Yay!

Since I've got dancing on my mind, I thought I'd share the first two stanzas of a surprising poem by Cornelius Eady, "The Empty Dance Shoes."

My friends,
As it has been proven in the laboratory,
An empty pair of dance shoes
Will sit on the floor like a wart
Until it is given a reason to move.

Those of us who study inertia
(Those of us covered with wild hair and sleep)
Can state this without fear:
The energy in a pair of shoes at rest
Is about the same as that of a clown

Make sure you read the rest here to find out the number of different things that can be compared to empty dance shoes.

This week, the Poetry Friday Round-Up is being hosted at Poetry for Children. Make sure you stop by, and then, go out and DANCE!

Got Time?

Well, kiss it goodbye if you visit Mr. Picassohead!

To see how I spent a few minutes this afternoon, click here.

Playing for Change

I challenge you to watch the video below and not feel that change is possible. I've viewed it several times since I first saw it on Bill Moyers Journal last fall, and every time I do, I get all choked up.



I urge you to visit the Playing for Change website and take a look, and a listen, at what's being done. While you're at it, think about supporting their mission! The CD/DVD combo, Playing for Change: Songs around the World, is lovely, and cheap enough so that you can buy one for yourself, and another for a friend, your local public library, or the music department at your local high school.

Bill Moyers interviewed Mark Johnson, the creator of the Playing for Change project, I thought you'd like to hear how he got started:

MARK JOHNSON: The idea came about ten years ago, here in New York City. I was in a subway station on my way to work. You know, every day in the subway, people are just running around like crazy to get wherever they have to go.

BILL MOYERS: Oh, tell me about it.

MARK JOHNSON: But this particular day, I was in the subway and I heard these two monks playing music. And they were painted head to toe, all in white, wearing robes. And one of them was playing a nylon guitar and the other one was singing in a language that I didn't understand and I imagine most people didn't understand.

BILL MOYERS: Everybody was just standing around. I've done that. Yeah.

MARK JOHNSON: You know, there were about 200 people just stopped. Didn't get on the train and started watching this music. And I looked around and I saw people with tears in their eyes. And I saw jaw dropping. And I just saw this collection. And it occurred to me that here is a group of people that would normally run by each other. And here they are, collectively coming together. And it's the music that brought them together.

So it really inspired me. And it occurred to me that when there's no separation between music and people, when music is just happening and people can walk by and it can affect them, that this is an opportunity for us to really find a way to bring people together.

I'm from the Woodstock generation, one of those quarter million who attended the first festival 40 years ago next month (I still have my ticket--$18 for a three-day pass!), so I believe that there can be peace and music. But, I'm also a realist and I know that peace--through music or otherwise--is something that has be worked on CONSTANTLY! I'll close with a few more words from Mark Johnson:

But at the end of the day, there's also so much hope because I can assure you, all over the world, people are beautiful and they want to unite together.

AMEN!

Poetry Friday--Get Started!

Do I hear a plaintive cry--"What can I write about?"

If you want to write poetry, there are plenty of poetry starters on the web, a simple Google search using the terms "poetry starters" or "poetry prompts" will turn up quite a few. Another way to get started is to find a photo. You can't beat Flickr for photos. Browse through a few of the several thousand that have been uploaded in "the last minute" and write a poem based on a photo, your reaction to a photo, or anything else about a photo that inspires you!

Most public libraries have a book called Chase's Calendar of Events in their reference sections. Visit your local library and spend a few hours flipping through a year's worth of celebrations, commemorations, anniversaries, etc., and I'm sure you'll come up with interesting or fun topics to write about. There's an abbreviated Chase's list of daily events online, too, click here.

Photo by Jeremy Brooks
One of today's events is "National Drive-Thru Day." Now there's a challenge--write a poem about, or inspired by, "National Drive-Thru Day."

Guy at the Drive-Thru

In line at Borgari's Burgers
There's three cars in front
Of me. There's time
To compose myself.

I'm next. Oh, God...
Calm down, calm down,
Where's my money?
Okay, okay, drive forward.

No eye contact, barely a word
Spoken, but, I make sure
I brush his hand as he
Counts out my change. Drive

Away! Now wait
Twenty minutes before
Going through again
For dessert.

© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved

I had fun, but I hope you can do better!

Visit A Year of Reading for the Poetry Friday Round-Up, and, have a great weekend!

Wild Things

From www.wherethewildthingsare.com
My friend, Andy, and I were discussing the fact that Maurice Sendak's picture book, Where the Wild Things Are, will soon be a feature film. How will they take a 336 word text and expand it to fill more than an hour of film? How can they take a children's classic book and do it justice? It appears, not easily. A year ago, an article in the L.A. Times outlined some of the problems encountered in bringing the book to film. According to the article,

The script got good early reviews. But for months the Web has been pulsing with rumors and in-depth accounts that when Jonze had a research screening last December, kids in the audience were crying and fleeing the theater--not exactly the reaction the studio had hoped for.

We'll have to wait until October 16 to pass judgment on the film, but you can judge the trailer by visiting the film website. For me, the boy actor looks much too old to be Max. I've always thought that Max is 5 years old--young enough to still get caught up in an imaginary world, yet old enough to be able to separate himself from that world. The young actor seems out of place in a footed pajama costume--like maybe the kid has a bigger problem than just a bit of mischievousness?

One thing is certain, the merchandising is about to begin. The 40-page picture book is going to become a 300-page novelization--covered in fur, no less!

If you're a fan of Where the Wild Things Are art, you may enjoy Terrible Yellow Eyes, "a collection of works inspired by the beloved classic, Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak."

A Girl's Gotta Eat!

And if she's gonna do it, she might as well do it right! I have a few dietary restrictions, so I was pleased to come across the FoodieView site.


I sometimes spend hours looking for recipes (it's an idle pastime since I don't really cook). In the past I've gone to allrecipes.com. It's chocky-block full of recipes, but if there's a good way to sort them by restrictions, then I haven't found it. You can search under the term "diabetic," or "gluten-free," or whatever your restriction is, but it's not a particularly efficient way to search since you might turn up hundreds of recipes without differentiation. (You do have the option of narrowing your search by category such as "breakfast and brunch," but not by ingredient.) FoodieView has a better way to search recipes. Click on the "Recipe Search Engine," and from the drop-down menu you can choose from "diabetic," "gluten-free," "heart-healthy," "low-carb," "vegetarian," and "vegan." You're taken to another page where you can put in an ingredient, a type of cuisine, the name of a dish, or something random like "high fiber."

If you live near a major city, the site has a restaurant guide. And, if you're really into cooking, there's a section under the tab "tools and resources," which covers cookbook reviews directing you to tested "must have" cookbooks. (Great if you want to purchase a cookbook as a gift!)

It's only 4:28 pm and for some reason I'm ready for dinner!

Poetry Friday--"The World Is Too Much With Us"

Photo by neil1877
There is a tendency on my part to dismiss the poets who I was forced to read in college English lit courses. The funny thing is, though, bits and pieces of some of them have the ability to speak to me today as a citizen of the 21st century. Take for example, these first four lines from "The World Is Too Much With Us" by William Wordsworth:

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

How could Wordsworth have foreseen a time in which we would be obsessed with consumerism, thus damning ourselves with our shameful waste of the natural world? Am I reading something into the poem that isn't there? Perhaps, but the next few lines reinforce our apparent disregard for nature:

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God!

"Great God!" He should have stopped with those two words. Unfortunately, the poem goes on and there it falls apart for me. Here is the poem in its entirety for you to judge for yourself.

The World Is Too Much With Us

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

Today's Poetry Friday Round-Up is being held at Becky's Book Reviews.