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New Features, Articles & Columns


Vermont Diary

Ticks and Tourism


Special Feature

Jigsaw Puzzles


World & US Energy News

Just one day’s news

in early May

George Harvey


Unlikely Tales

Tale of the Black Torc

Phil Innes


Untitled Work

Hitler’s Secret Diaries, Or, Some Bullshit Happening Somewhere

Mac Gander


Old Lady Blog

Lights out or the weather of the apocalypse

Toni Ortner


Write On!

Daniel Berrigan

Charles Monette


Vermont Diary

Over the Mountain


Love In Action

The First Lady of the World

Elizabeth Hill


Monkey’s Cloak

May I

Charles Monette


Vermont Diary

Is the experiment with republics now over?


Post Oil Solutions

Tipping Point

Tim Stevenson


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

“How Drumpf wins”

Jeri Rose


The Great Adventure

The Fairer Sex

Terri Kneipp


Vermont Diary

WEIRD WYOMING — A LETTER TO ENGLAND


OVERHEARD

O say can you see...

A test severe of on-line language translators


Returning to Place

Angel

Brian D. Cohen


Vermont Diary

QUINTISH


Love In Action

THE DANCING FOOLS

Elizabeth Hill


REAL FOOD !

Parsnip Soup


Vermont Diary

PC, Euphemisms, including death and toilets


Urban Naturalist

AMPHIBIANS AND OTHER CRITTERS COPE WITH EQUINOCTAL CONFUSION

Lloyd Graf


Selected Letters

Tennessee Tensions

Rob Mitchell


Guest Article

New Morning


Vermont Diary

Couple pointers

for President Trump


Old Lady Blog

Call from a Scientologist friend

Toni Ortner


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

The Hinge of Perception

Jeri Rose


Returning to Place

Adam and Eve’s Lament. Etching and letterpress,

11” x 15”, 1997

Brian D. Cohen


Monkey’s Cloak

Bird of transcendence

Matti Salminen


Vermont Diary

FLIGHT PATH OPTIONS


Monkey’s Cloak

Tibetan dream song

Charles Monette


in between

One hundred and twenty six years

Julia Ferarri


CURIOUS TOPICS

Gull Summit — Prime Minister concerned over Hitchcockian behavior


View From A Bridge

Golgonooza

Brian D. Cohen


Love In Action

SUMMER, 1947

Elizabeth Hill


Weekly Feature

In conversation with

Archer Mayor


Overheard

“REVENANT”

Which turns out to be very old


Returning to Place

Tree Trunk (Douglas fir)

Brian D. Cohen


If You Lived Here

Tour de Heifer


If You Lived Here

Stroll, technology group plan "Tech Salad"


Wondering Tales

The Cat’s Whiskers

a feline alphabet

MM Kizi


Story Page

Berry’s Story

a  complete 24 frame slide show graphic story

MM Kizi


Overheard

Honkie Dilemma

A quiz


100 Years Ago

Major Literary Events


Monkey’s Cloak

Einstein’s Eyes

Charles Monette


Chess

The Silence of the Pawns

Paul Truong


100 Years Ago

A chronological overview of the year 1916


Returning to Place

The Wood

Brian D. Cohen


Natural Inclusivity

A new understanding of the evolutionary kinship of all life on Earth.

Alan Rayner


Story Page

A new graphic novel

Berry’s Story, now with 12 of 24 frames

MM Kizi


Vermont Diary

Featuring the numbers 7, 40, 911, 12, respectively


Write On!

Faery Stories 6,000 years old


World & US Energy News

Just one day’s news

in early February

George Harvey


Vermont Diary

Paint, peeling; plus more news of White Men


Monkey’s Cloak

Momentarily

Charles Monette


O Citoyen!

Meet the Selectboard candidates

Robert Oeser


Love In Action

HOME

Elizabeth Hill


Urban Naturalist

Season of the Fox [part 3 of 3]

Lloyd Graf


in between

“There comes a moment in life when the dead outnumber the living.”

Julia Ferarri


CURIOUS TOPICS

No screaming — we are the police!


Open Mind

“Who would Dr. King support in 2016?”

Offie Wortham


Monkey’s Cloak

Entering a moonlit forest

Charles Monette


Chess

Saudi’s, Satan and so on


Vermont Diary

The British Aren’t Coming


World & US Energy News

Just one days news in the life of the planet

George Harvey


CURIOUS TOPICS

We shouldn’t laugh


Selected Letters

Robert Oeser with Fire Chief Mike Bucossi


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Attempts at Transport

Jeri Rose


Monkey’s Cloak

What Do We Want?

Jeri Rose


O Citoyen!

Community survey on future fire and police buildings

Robert Oeser


Vermont Diary

Weeding out the truth about “It”


Monkey’s Cloak

Awoke in the starless hour

Charles Monette


CURIOUS TOPICS

All washed up — Global trash


Monkey’s Cloak

Okay, we’ve looked there

Charles Monette


Love In Action

Reflections on Grandpa Ross Turning The House

Elizabeth Hill


Vermont Diary

A strange accounting


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Inklings of Immortality

Jeri Rose


Curious Topics

Raining Cats and Dogs

& Jack the Psycho Rabbit


Monkey’s Cloak

Broken Promise

Alan Rayner


Vermont Diary

Come to think of it


100 Years Ago

November & December

From nude cinema to Einstein, to sinking of hospital ships in WWI


Vermont Diary

Notes from underground


An A-musing Life

The Hebrew Month of Kislev and Chanukah

Nanci Bern


Old Lady Blog

Omyra Sanchez

Toni Ortner


REAL FOOD !

Secret History of the Pasty


Monkey’s Cloak

Looking back dark

Charles Monette


Love In Action

Dear England, Please Send Me A Redheaded Boy

Elizabeth Hill


Write On!

Castle Freeman, Jr. 

The Devil in the Valley.

A review by Laura C. Stevenson


Studio 4

Now Showing

December Works at

Mitchell • Giddings Fine Arts


Vermont Diary

Hunger’s Ground-Zero

in Our Town


Monkey’s Cloak

The Back-up Bird

Charles Monette


Guest Article

The Angels of Reinca

A Compleat Graphic Novel Story

M.M. Kizi


Monkey’s Cloak

Snake

D. H. Lawrence


Chess

Madonna vs. Julia Roberts

and other matches


Post Oil Solutions

Climate Change Café Hosts Carbon Pollution Tax Presentation

Tim Stevenson


ART & SOUL

See article on this page

TIME AND THE RITUAL ACT OF ART


Vermont Diary

On Aggression


Write On!

Singing with Bobby Fischer

Patti Smith


Monkey’s Cloak

CARACOL OF SOULS

Terry Hauptman


World & US Energy News

Just one days news

in mid-November

George Harvey


Urban Naturalist

Introducing...

Lloyd Graf


Selected Letters

Qi Gong on Black Mountain

Ken Masters


Old Lady Blog

Strike out

Toni Ortner


If You Lived Here

Gallery at The Garden

Two new exhibits in November


Love in Action

“All is Very, Very Well.” ~Eileen Caddy

Elizabeth Hill


StudioTWO

Featuring Cai Xi

November Paintings at Vermont Artisan Designs


Monkey’s Cloak

Five Haiku

Andrea Wallens Powell


An A-musing Life

Draped in Time

Nanci Bern


Open Mind

The New Israel

Offie Wortham


If You Lived Here

Brattleboro Winter Farmers’ Market


O Citoyen!

Restorative Justice

Robert Oeser


Monthly Feature

Picasso sculpture at MoMA

Marnie Innes


Love In Action

Boy With Many Hats

Elizabeth Hill


APPRECIATING ART

In the eye of beholder

Terri Kneipp


OVERHEARD

Have no truck with


An A-musing Life

A Penne for your thoughts

Nanci Bern


Vermont Diary

Something wonderful just happened


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

The Incense of magic

Jeri Rose


100 Years Ago

Edith Louisa Cavell

Pioneering nurse executed October 1915


Weekly Feature

In conversation with Kathy Leo


Chess

Review of The Immortal Game: A history of chess

Lawrence Klepp


in between

Developing trust

Julia Ferarri


REAL FOOD !

Tomatoes galore

Phil Innes


APPRECIATING ART

In the eye of beholder

Terri Kneipp


Love In Action

The Language of Form

Elizabeth Hill


Studio3

Strolling with Bernie

Photographic Essay


Consolation of History

A hundred things to hide

Martha M Moravec


The Great Adventure

What will your daughters see?

Terri Kneipp


StudioOne

The Plains Indians, America’s Early Artists, at the Met

Marnie Innes






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Ticks and Tourism is the subject of this  Vermont Diary




Seems like the word is out.  Southern Vermont is maybe the best place to acquire Lyme Disease than anywhere else in New England or anywhere else come to that, by wondering around the Green Mountains or even the lower valleys.


Just after the civil war Vermont was 80% unforested, but now Southern Vermont is 90% forested, and a stroll in the woods can contact the stroller with winter resistant ticks even ‘off-season’ in February, for example. My own stroll up the West River old railroad track achieved 1 tick attached to my person, two to my pants, and two in my shirt.


Tourism is down in Vermont, they say, because of this and because dogs bathing in Lake Champlain die. The dogs die because of excess run-off ‘product’ in the water. Basically this means effluent or huge quantities of raw shit and fertilizer and antibiotics breading nasty microbes dumped into Champlain, ever since 1960, and complicit with the state’s permit. But ticks are different.

Read On >>



A Special Feature  on Jigsaw Puzzles.





The engraver and cartographer John Spilsbury, of London, is believed to have produced the first jigsaw puzzle around 1760, using a marquetry saw. Early jigsaws, known as dissections, were produced by mounting maps on sheets of hardwood and cutting along national boundaries, creating a puzzle useful for the teaching of geography. Such "dissected maps", were used to teach the children of King George III and Queen Charlotte by royal governess Lady Charlotte Finch. See more



May 12th is one day in the Energy life of the Planet is the topic of World & US Energy News written by  George Harvey. There are some 20 entries, and here is one of them:




*CAPTION — Illustrated is The Fort Calhoun Nuclear Plant which flooded in 2011. Army Corps of Engineers photo. Public domain. Wikimedia Commons.


¶ The Fort Calhoun Nuclear Station survived a fire, a flood and the close scrutiny of federal regulators. But it may be no match for the market. Omaha Public Power District executives are making recommendations to the board, one of which is to close the plant, as it is too costly to run. [KETV Omaha]



ITS A NEW COLUMN,  Unlikely Tales, Soon Abandoned which is all about a story you started, got stuck on, not quite bad enough to throw away, so stuck in a drawer. O yes, it also should be local.




Here goes the first Tale, Tale of the Black Torc



Mac Gander begins his third folio of articles for the magazine in his column Untitled Work  with a title “Hitler’s Secret Diaries, Or, Some Bullshit Happening Somewhere”




I have been re-reading Hitler’s secret diaries lately. Just excerpts—I never had the chance to see the whole volume of work. But they really exist. I have the issues of Newsweek International in which they were touted. Three cover stories, the first one all red and black with a long running story quoting all kinds of excerpts—the most poignant was his concern about Eva Braun’s miscarriage—and then a cover proclaiming “The Storm Over Hitler’s diaries.” The last cover, week three, has a cover that says “Hoax.” And of course Hitler never had any diaries—he didn’t like to write. He dictated Mein Kampf.


It was 1983 and I was a cub researcher and reporter in the Manhattan newsroom of Newsweek’s international edition, and I was given an assignment: I had to accompany a fellow researcher, a young woman who spoke fluent Russian and had way more skill that I did in the craft, to a building a few blocks down Madison Avenue, where I would wait outside and she would go in and do something that no one told me about. I realized later that I was a body-guard in this enterprise, but at the time it was just bewildering. The enterprise involved her picking up some information regarding the validation of Hitler’s secret diaries. I guess they got validated—we ran the cover story the following week. It was April in Manhattan and it was nice to get outside for a bit. Read on here.



“Lights out or the weather of the apocalypse” is the title of Toni Ortner’s  Old Lady Blog




When water rolls in sudden over land, the pink marble steps that led to the museum will be thrust apart & scattered over sand as if by a giant’s hand.  Cans will burst and tin will turn to rust. Beans and corn will rust. Sodden wood wills never burn. No fruits no grain no flour no nuts no meat no trees no seeds. All gone. No birds to sing. No spring. 


Put it this way. You saw and did not see. You heard but did not listen. He never wanted you to kill in His name, drink wine as if it were His blood or eat bread as if it were his flesh. He was never into sacrifice or ritual. His name was Love. He did not come to rule or judge. He told you not to gather all the crops but leave the remnants for strangers. He was not into gold. He never heard of Goldman Sacks. He said it would be harder for a rich man to enter heaven as a camel to go through the eye of a needle. DID YOU LISTEN?

  Read on>




An appreciation of Daniel Berrigan is the subject of Write On! written by Charles Monette

  



“The day after I’m embalmed; that’s when I’ll give up.”


an impish boy born with weak ankles

duly compensated with bravery, love of learning… integrity embraced holy orders, loved Jesus, believed in mankind’s decency


Daniel Berrigan found the rhythm, the rhyme in priest and peace

preaching protest with passion, his call to action fired unrest

his hands behind him handcuffed arrest


debunking mythologies, the morass of moral necessity

this Jesuit poet read Jeremiah, the prophet… found solidarity

both knew no one would listen for all their soul searing years


how does one reconcile belief in God

midst the violence, the chaos, the hatred of the Vietnam war?

practice ultra resistance, waken to conscious the American horde

Read On >>



The First Lady of the World is the title of  Elizabeth Hill’s May column in Love In Action




In February 1960, Collingswood High School was graced by a visit from none other than Eleanor Roosevelt.


The arrangements had come through Mr. Palmer, who had been the custodian of the Roosevelt’s Hyde Park residence for twenty years. He was also the father of a Collingswood High School student.


At that time, Mrs. Roosevelt was known as “The First Lady of the World”, and served also as the US Ambassador to the United Nations. Not surprisingly, the whole of Collingswood was involved in making careful preparations for this auspicious occasion.


One of our School’s teachers, known affectionately as Mr. D, was chosen to be Mrs. Roosevelt’s escort. Also, New Jersey’s Governor Kean was to be on hand to do the introductions.


On that special day, the High School gymnasium was packed solid with almost 3,000 students and teachers layered up the side walls on multi-tired bleachers as well as rows and rows of folding chairs that covered the entire floor of the huge space. Excitement and noise level escalated in anticipation, as our esteemed guest was a bit late arriving.


The story that our host teacher told years later in his novelized memoir was that arrangements had been made for Mrs. Roosevelt’s personal comforts. To that end, the Women Coaches’ bathroom had been thoroughly spruced up for her with all the comforts of home. However, to everyone’s horror and embarrassment, when Mrs. Roosevelt and her British Aide were escorted to the comfort facility, the door was locked. To make matters worse, Mr. D had no key.

Read the full article.



A poem by Charles Monette,  “May I”, in Monkey’s Cloak




May I ?, Can I ?, Should I ?


opening a loving heart, I am ready to question

relaxing, trusting my intuition, my judgment

I allow information to flow thru me


May I?

do I have the appropriate permission?

does the universe give its okay?


Can I?

do I have the ability to ask?

am I ready to query?


Should I?

is it proper? is it suitable to dowse in this area?

will it be for the best good of myself and all beings?


May I ?, Can I ?, Should I ?

the answer is Yes

you may, you can, and you should


dowsing has begun

the question is asked

the pendulum begins to swing


...<extract>...



Overheard looks at HOLLOW and HOLY




Halwende. HALWE is A. Sax.: to hallow; to consecrate [by circulatory and kinetic means].


Usage is generally in common speech similar to HALANTOW [still celebrated in Cornwall] A procession which used to survey the parish bounds, singing a song with that burden, and accompanied with ceremonies somewhat similar to Furry-day. (In my youth this was called 'Rogation Sunday' by the Methodists who edged away from all this Celtic or Pagan stuff) 


There is still a Furry Day celebration in Helston, Cornwall where the citizens dance together and process in and out of the houses in a serpentine route and to a serpentine tune said to be the same one as played in 1200, but the Celtic part of it remembers Romans and Dragons! Read the entire article



Jeri Rose writes in her column  Archetypal Hippie Speaks about her voting experience in Hawaii in an article titled “How Drumpf (original family name for Trump) wins”




I went to my local library to vote. I was like all the throng there; I thought my vote counted.  I discovered that I was not registered. My partner’s name was on the list, but I, who had registered the same day as he, was not. So I had to go to another table and get a form to re-register. I handed that paper in and got a ballot. Then I went to the room where I had no idea what to do next. I walked up to a table where three people sat. They had a pile of Hillary posters in front of them. I thought it was the Hillary table. I thought there was not supposed to be a Hillary table. I asked the people at the Hillary table what I was supposed to do. They told me to mark my ballot and put it in the box. I had not noticed the box.


               I went to cast my ballot. Bernie Sanders was the choice directly above the last choice which was “Undecided”. Hillary Clinton was the first name and there were two or three other names of people I did not know were running. How had those other names gotten on the ballot? I wondered but did not ask.                              

 I walked over to the Hillary table and asked when the ballots would be counted and they said after all the voting was done and the delegates were chosen for the precincts. I asked how that was managed and they told me that they were for precinct one and the other table was for another precinct. I was surprised to realize that there were three precincts voting at this polling place and only two had tables. Again being somewhat a dumbed down sheep, I did not ask about that. Read on >>



Terri Kneipp titles her recent column in THE GREAT ADVENTURE “The Fairer Sex.”




What’s Fair about Discrimination?


Equality under the law. Justice is blind. An interesting concept, but is this true in any shape or form? Are women treated equally by our legal system, by the laws established or carried out? We are horrified at how women are regarded in “other” countries, but how about right here in the good ole’ U.S. of A.? Surely we are far superior: women can work, vote, own property, get divorced, and even run for President. However, are laws slanted against women? Lately, my blood has boiled seeing some of the glaring examples of inequality play out right before my eyes.


Let’s look at a topic that affects us all, equal pay. The Equal Pay Act of 1963 states that men and women should be given equal pay for equal work in a given establishment. As well, discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, national origin, age, or disability is prohibited in Title VII, the ADEA and the ADA. But, do any of us truly believe pay inequality has been eliminated? When a woman makes 77 cents for every dollar a man makes, the facts speak for themselves. So, what did our dutifully elected officials do? Read on



Brian D. Cohen’s Returning to Place features  ‘Angel’. Etching on handmade paper, 9” x 7” (image), 12” x 9 “ (sheet), 2007




In addition to religious and devotional images among the several uses of the earliest prints made in Europe in the 15th C. were as Tarochi cards. The game of Trionfi (Triumphs) played with Tarochi cards was a sort of Renaissance allegorical “The Game of Life” with all its virtues and temptations, the cards each depicting emblems in a succession of “triumph” over the preceding image. The trump (picture) cards evolved into the 22 major arcana, representing archetypes of a path of spiritual ascension and evolution, and over the past 500 years successive artists would create new decks on that set pattern.

Read on>



REAL FOOD ! has a recipe for parsnip soup, with or without cream.




The thing is, try not to add cream. I would also recommend more than sautéing the carrots otherwise when you blend them they are more chunky than the more malleable parsnips — so blanche them additionally but separately in a little water or the chicken broth. Naturally you can triple the garlic if you wish or substitute with shallots, and a good substitute for thyme is sage. If you don't like nutmeg, substitute mace or allspice. If you REALLY want cream don't mix it in, but get the French version of sour cream [creme fraiche] and add marsala. Pour it in to the plated soup in artistic phi spirals from the back of a spoon intoning Ooo la! Ooo la la! as you do so. Read ingredients and preparation, read on



Resident Urban Naturalist Lloyd Graf begins his current column entry titled AMPHIBIANS AND OTHER CRITTERS COPE WITH EQUINOCTAL CONFUSION with a report on the strangeness of the season,



but soon we get to newly emerging critters: Last, but far, far from least, are the rock stars of South Vermont's (and the entire region's) spring Bacchanal:   the amphibians. These unique and exquisite creatures have wriggled and hopped their ways into the hearts, not just of naturalists and conservationists, but of jewelers and artists who deal in their likenesses, puppeteers, folk singers, MacBeth-ian witches, and pretty much anyone who's ever encountered them.  Moreover, they are anatomically, physiologically and behaviorally astonishing creatures in more ways than I can begin to address here.



Julia Ferarri choses “One hundred and twenty six years” for her column title in in between




Feb 28, 2016

Tonight after a full day inside with a cold,

I did manage to walk up to the covered bridge in town and a bit beyond, and as I came back in the darkness the lights on the bridge reminded me of the image of the nineteenth century photo I found of the covered bridge as seen from the road I was walking down, one hundred and twenty six years ago. It was that photo that I chose to use when I designed the poster for my envisioned International school of Typography & Letters, exactly 3 February’s ago, the winter after my partner, Dan Carr died. In the poster, the sky above the bridge is distributed with letters like stars, falling all around … an atmosphere of potential, and the few words on it propelled out of me with a propitious vision and hope. That winter I was more alone than I’d been in forty years, alone here in this place where all my surroundings reflected the life I’d previously lived, in happiness and sorrow, making a life of printing books by hand with my partner ... Taking me from a youth who, believing in the impossible, stepped out into an unlikely journey, to a full grown “living the impossible”—life. I was one with my life and work, living the dream. Read on



Introducing a 2nd column by Brian D. Cohen View From A Bridge with and a lead article titled ‘Golgonooza.’ Photo circa 1983. Printing on a Hacker Hand Press, in Ashuelot




At the start of any visit, after 45 minutes on politics, local to national and back to local, and after admiring Bear and Mr. Clark, their two very fine and very ample cats, we would seek out unoccupied level space on which to place whatever project of mine I wanted to show Dan. It would take another ten minutes to find a clearing, usually by shoving to the side something I’d rather be looking at, a Spanish and English setting of poems by Pablo Neruda, a poem by Li Po printed from Chinese characters cast by Dan from recently discovered matrices, or one of Dan’s own poems exquisitely printed with an etching by Julia on Japanese paper as a keepsake for friends.  <extract> Read On

 

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Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.


I like to help women help themselves, as that is, in my opinion, the best way to settle the woman question. Whatever we can do and do well we have a right to, and I don't think any one will deny us.


I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.


You have a good many little gifts and virtues, but there is no need of parading them, for conceit spoils the finest genius. There is not much danger that real talent or goodness will be overlooked long, and the great charm of all power is modesty.


Let my name stand among those who are willing to bear ridicule and reproach for the truth's sake, and so earn some right to rejoice when the victory is won.


Women have been called queens for a long time, but the kingdom given them isn't worth ruling.


Good books, like good friends, are few and chosen; the more select, the more enjoyable.


Housekeeping ain't no joke.


Father asked us what was God's noblest work. Anna said men, but I said babies. Men are often bad, but babies never are.



Not Quite Daily

See more MM Kizi in Wondering Tales and at https://mmkizi.org


match



 


It could be daily, but not strictly.



Returning to Place

A weekly image and text by Brian D. Cohen


Angel

Etching on handmade paper, 9” x 7” (image), 12” x 9 “ (sheet), 2007

  




In addition to religious and devotional images among the several uses of the earliest prints made in Europe in the 15th C. were as Tarochi cards. The game of Trionfi (Triumphs) played with Tarochi cards was a sort of Renaissance allegorical “The Game of Life” with all its virtues and temptations, the cards each depicting emblems in a succession of “triumph” over the preceding image. The trump (picture) cards evolved into the 22 major arcana, representing archetypes of a path of spiritual ascension and evolution, and over the past 500 years successive artists would create new decks on that set pattern.


The Renaissance notion of cosmography, that pictures can be a simulacrum of the world and not just a representation of it, appeals to me. I am fascinated by the attempt to embrace philosophical themes through visual images and by the historic conflation of physics and metaphysics. It is a naïve or at least anachronistic view.


The Fool’s Journey is a book of twenty-three etchings of the major arcana of the traditional tarot deck (and including a title page). Modeled on Renaissance cosmography, the book is a visual portrayal of a philosophical world-view, each card presenting a universal archetype of human experience and a parallel, symbolic element or quality of the physical world. In my interpretation I took the major arcana more or less as is, inserting the four elements in place of the emperor, empress, priestess, and hierophant, who didn’t really play much role in my life, and using my own image as the Fool. The text for the book is the titles of the cards themselves. Angel is the second to last card and the apogee of spiritual ascent, while the last card, World, returns us to the place we started and discover anew.  Read more or

see more works in this series Returning to Place


Wondering Tales

The Cat’s Whiskers, an Alphabet by MM Kizi


  

Here is a Complete Cat Alphabet — one image a day plus an invitation to rename the cat and also the description.


For example, for “A” I might choose Alice’s Aristocratic Air


You get the picture? To see the entire alphabet visit Wondering Tales, or is it tails?


This should take us all a month to do, and remember, dogs have owners, cats have staff!




To This Degree

An image a day every day of the year



Taurus 1

The Image: A clear mountain stream

Keynote: The pure uncontaminated and spontaneous expression of one’s own nature

Keyword: Its Own Nature


Taurus 2

The Image: An electrical storm

Keynote: The cosmic power able to transform all the factors of natural existence

Keyword: The Visitation


Taurus 3

The Image: Natural steps lead to a lawn of clover in bloom

Keynote: The gradual expansion of individual consciousness after a fecundating experience

Keyword: Natural fulfillment


Taurus 4

The Image: The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

Keynote: Riches that come as result of linking the celestial and earthly nature

Keyword: Communion


Taurus 5

The Image: A widow at an open grave [Illus.]

Keynote: The impermanence of all material and social bonds

Keyword: Discard the past




Image groups comprise a 5-fold sequence

(1° to 15° TAURUS in Scene 3 ‘SUBSTANTIATION’

in Act 1 of 4, Differentiation)



Art & Soul

Notes on Creating by Audrey Flack


Religious Art and Kitsch

  




Finally, there is a religious art movement afoot, and kitsch is included in it. However, it must be considered that there is “art-word kitsch” and “popular kitsch.”


    Art-world kitch, with all its sparkle, glitter, and bangles, will not be taken seriously by “the people” out there, mainly because it is not sentimental, or because whatever sentiment it contains is covered up by a “camp,” humorous, or “art world” attitude.


    On the other hand, art-world kitsch is not taken seriously by the art world, because it takes itself seriously and is sentimental and romantic, two attributes that are looked down upon in our current art world. This again raises the questions—just who is art for?



Notes on Photo of the Day — May 24

Cuzco, Peru




My daughter is the photographer and reports on experiencing altitude sickness for the first time. I would get altitude sickness just by climbing those steps, the B&B did not advertise the fact that it was at the top of them.


Cusco, often spelled Cuzco (Spanish: Cuzco, Quechua: Qusqu or Qosqo, is a city in southeastern Peru, near the Urubamba Valley of the Andes mountain range. It is the capital of the Cusco Region as well as the Cusco Province. In 2013, the city had a population of 435,114. Located on the eastern end of the Knot of Cuzco, its elevation is around 3,400 m (11,200 ft).


The site was the historic capital of the Inca Empire from the 13th into the 16th century until the Spanish conquest. In 1983 Cusco was declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO. It has become a major tourist destination, receiving nearly 2 million visitors a year. The Constitution of Peru designates it as the Historical Capital of Peru.





Unlikely Tales, Soon Abandoned

Photo Inspiring Tale


  



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Now, here, this!  May 13th


Mid-May

  




May 13, 2016; 3:50 PM ET

Residents will reach for their heavy jackets as brisk, chilly air sweeps across the midwestern and northeastern United States this weekend.