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Nostalgia Post No.1: My Grandmother’s Indian Head – Guest Post…
An interesting, touching and amusing post. Kevin
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Indian Head 1
It sits on the floor and the cat is scared to death. She’s never seen at eye-level a nearly life-sized plaster bust of a Native American Chief in full-feathered headdress. She skirts the edge of the living room, never taking her saucer-sized eyes off this menacing object. We all laugh hilariously. LOL, for sure, if that abbreviation had even been known back in the mid-1960s.
I’ve been hauling that thing around ever since then, through many moves. Right now it’s sitting on the sideboard in my dining room, surrounded by antique photos, as you can see in the accompanying pictures. That’s my grandmother at the left of the left-hand picture, with two of her friends, taken in the 1890’s when she was a “teenager” (another term never used in those early days) and the belle of the small town. And that’s my grandmother in the middle picture…
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We are all creative, are we not?
We are all, in our own way creative are we not?
The above thought came to me a week or so ago as I discussed advertising with a gentleman working in that industry. He is (or was when we fell into conversation) working on an advertisement for an animated pizza.
I have always had an ambivalent attitude towards advertising. On the one hand the industry does, in my opinion attempt to convince potential purchasers of similar (sometimes identical products) that the item produced by one manufacturer is better than another manufactured by a rival producer. In my experience Fairy, Bold or any other branded soap powder is equally effective at washing clothes and all the advertising to convince the potential purchaser of this product otherwise is so much froth and bubbles (forgive the weak pun)!
Advertising can perform a useful function in that it brings to the attention of potential consumers products of which they might otherwise have been unaware. Having acknowledged this benefit, I would add that this function is, in the days of the internet less useful than was previously the case. In the days of the World Wide Web one can, with the click of a mouse discover many things of which one was previously unaware (I must confess that on occasions I wish I had remained in blissful ignorance)! Be that as it may, advertising can, at its best act as a source of information to potential buyers of a multiplicity of products.
Despite my reservations regarding advertising, there is, in my mind no doubt that it is a creative industry. Certain ads stick in my head due to the fact that they are particularly amusing or contain a clip of beautiful music. They may not cause me to purchase the product being advertised. They do, however impress me as a piece of creative media and, on occasion artistic creativity. Being blind I can not see visual representations. Where I to possess sight I would, I feel sure be impressed by the utilisation by advertisers of the visual media in highly creative ways, including animated pizzas!
My creative outlet is via poetry. I burn to release a poem which is running around in my head trying to find a way out onto the virtual pages of this blog and, on occasions onto real paper via my books. Others use their hands to create. I have on one of my tables a beautiful carved turtle which I bought when visiting Sri Lanka in 2001. The turtle is highly tactile and the craftsman producing it obviously put a piece of himself into doing so. To give of oneself in the production of art whether literary or through the making of beautiful objects is the mark of a craftsman or artist. I have no idea whether the gentleman who produced the turtle which now lives in my living room was a lover of literature or painting. I have no doubt however that he is a true creator of beauty.
In conclusion, we are all creative and even if this creativity does not find an outlet, we do none the less possess the latent capacity to be creative whether via dancing pizzas, poetry or carved wooden turtles.
Kevin
A Short Analysis of Edward Thomas’s “Rain”
A perceptive analysis of Edward Thomas’s wonderful poem “Rain”, https://interestingliterature.com/2016/09/09/a-short-analysis-of-edward-thomass-rain/.
The Fair
When we go to the fair
All life is there.
One’s fortune may be told
For a piece of bright gold
By the crone
Who seeing the lone
Girl, the one with the wistful look in her eye
Looks into her crystal ball and does lie.
“I see
What will be.
A tall dark handsome stranger comes your way”
She may say.
Or looking into the tea leaves and seeing only damp dust,
Thinks “needs must”
And a smile
Does beguile
In a thirsty heart.
We all play our part.
The storeholder does grin
For he offers baubles to win.
We take
And perhaps, afterwards, rue our mistake.
The day has barely begun.
Yet the fair goers after pleasure run.
All must have their fun
While the sun
Is high
In the sky.
At night the rides are idle.
A black cat does sidle
Into the fortune teller’s tent.
A clatter
As the crystal ball does shatter
And dreams that where never meant
Are forever rent.
Trigger Warnings for Poems?
An interesting post regarding whether poets should insert “trigger warnings” when performing their work live so as to avoid causing hurt or offence. If children are present at a performance then it is right that the kinds of poems performed should be constrained by the requirement not to subject youngsters to age inappropriate material. However where an audience is composed of adults they should be treated as such and it would be wrong for a poet to censore his/her material in any manner whatsoever. Kevin
Ed. note: This post has sparked discussion on Facebook and Twitter since being published, with feedback from a wide range of perspectives and opinions (some Facebook comments here, Twitter Storify here, some comments on the blog below). I’m delighted that a public conversation is occurring on the importance of trigger warnings, since for some they are essential components to live arts events. As I stated in my post, this is a discussion I think poets and promoters need to be having to ensure that poetry events are safe spaces for both performers and audience members, without censoring the poets’ freedom of expression. My original post is below, unaltered. Let’s keep the discussion going; please comment if you disagree/agree/want to talk. As this space is intended to be a forum for discussion, I’m also happy to have folks write guest posts sharing their thoughts on this issue. Thanks to all who’ve shared…
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There was a Young Lady from Pretoria
There was a young lady from Pretoria
Who wished to stay at New York’s Waldorf Astoria.
She went there by plane,
But imagine her pain
When she ended up in London Victoria!
Why I Don’t Write Every Day
I agree with the author of this post, while writing is a goal to aspire to, not writing every day does not make the writer any less of an author. Kevin
Current Affairs
“I am a moral man” the editor said.
The weak dread
My investigations,
For my mission is to purify the nations!
My interest is the public good.
I would like to see the country free of vice
And my paper in every home, yes that would be nice!
What, you dare to ask about an editor’s private life?!
I tell you sir, I have a wife!
Working late with my secretary? what has that to do with you?!
She’s pretty, you say. Well, there’s no denying that’s true …!”
There was a young mann called Lee
There was a young man called Lee
Who owned a very large flea.
It bit a man most religious
Who was very litigious,
It was the strangest court case I ever did see!