It’s taking me some time to evaluate my prior work and decide what to include on my redbubble site, and I’m also taking some fresh pictures of some of my paintings in order to produce the best prints possible.
I am not yet finished. However, today I have added several new photographs, including some from near me in Georgia, some from one memorable sunset over the Pacific Ocean in California, and of course the bluejays(!), and one painting, Boat, the original of which is not for sale.
If you haven’t stopped by, why not take a look? I’d welcome any comments or suggestions on how to improve.
. . .and I almost forgot! If you take a look at the top right corner of this page, there’s a little slide show of the works I have available for sale on RedBubble. Changes I make will be reflected there more quickly than I can post them. Enjoy!
So it is that poetry always seems about to burst into song, to break into dance, but the secret of the poet’s mastery is that he refrains from crossing over–the words stay words, they remain language.
Above all, poetry is intended for the ear. It must be felt to be understood, and before it can be felt it must be heard. Poets listen for their poems, and we, as readers, must listen in turn. If we listen hard enough, who knows?–we too may break into dance, perhaps for grief, perhaps for joy.
I am very excited to announce that, as of today, prints of my artwork are available at redbubble! I plan to add more work almost immediately, but right now “Daffodils” is available for purchase in notecard and various print forms, including a print on canvas. Prices start at just $3.42 (plus S&H, an unavoidable nuisance), so if any of you have ever wanted to own a bit of my work, now it won’t cost you very much.
The picture above is of a framed print, which is $91.20.
Stay tuned to the blog for updates as I add more work.
Update: I’ve added “Earthlodge Interior” (not previously posted on this blog or elsewhere), so hop on over and take a look!
Update #2: Right after I signed up, redbubble made an improvement that I really like. I now have my own personal gallery over there. I changed the link above to reflect this, but I’ll stick it here, too.
Update #3: I’ve uploaded all of what I had planned to now, and there’s plenty there to look at
I’ve been smoke free for 2 years. I lost my quit counter when my computer died, but, doubling last year’s numbers, 26,280 cigarettes were not smoked by me in the last 2 years. Sometimes I want one, but the other 26,279 keep me from having it. I couldn’t have done it without God and Jefferson. Thank you both.
(Ivan Sings/Andantino by Khachaturian, one of my favorite piano pieces, 1:51)
(To avoid any confusion, I should note that I’m not the one playing on this video.)
Father, I lift my hands to Thee:
Reject me not!
Mine eyes are blind, I cannot see.
Be Thou the lamp unto my feet,—
Guide to the rock of my retreat;
O Light, my darkness cries to Thee!
Reject me not!
Father, mine eyes with tears are wet,
Reject me not!
Though Thou forgive, shall I forget?
Nay, though thy mercy fall like rain,
My spirit must still bear the pain
And burden of a vast regret.
Reject me not!
To whom, unfriended, should I flee?
Reject me not!
To whom, my Father, but to Thee?—
Ah! ’t was thy child forgave the sin
Of the repentant Magdalen,
And blessed the thief on Calvary!—
Reject me not!
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