2017

2017
Ash Wednesday

Introduction:

My photo
Current: Danbury, CT, United States
Welcome! A few years ago, I discovered an application that artists employ in their works to bring cultural awareness to their audiences. Having discerned this semiotic theory that applies to literature, music, art, film, and the media, I have devoted the blog, "Theory of Iconic Realism" to explore this theory. The link to the publisher of my book is below. If you or your university would like a copy of this book for your library or if you would like to review it for a scholarly journal, please contact the Edwin Mellen Press at the link listed below. Looking forward to hearing from you!

14 February, 2018

Decades à Rose


Decades à Rose

Quivering hands release
rose petal beads
from the deepest pocket
of an abandoned purse.

She traces the Sign:
forehead, heart,
left shoulder, right shoulder;
then gently touches the Crucifix
to her trembling lips.

Clutching each bead, lips pursed,
she whispers the prayers.
Words trickling off her tongue
mingle with questions:
Why? How? Where? When?

Perspiration
awakens the rose scent
by fingers slipping their way
around the chain to the final bead.
She recalls most of that prayer.
“Good enough!”

Beads à rose...

Release

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

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Insouciance (Entry II)

Feeling soucieux,
for the Bus has left without me,
I delve into the furthermost
reaches of a leather universe,
searching for a tissue to dry my tears,
lacking in certain finesse.

Soon, I touch something
soft, limp, fuzzy with appendages!
Ew, what has crawled into my purse?
Gingerly, I lift out the soft, limp,

fuzzy object by one of its appendages.
It stares at me with beady eyes
still, silent, still smiling at me
insouciant as ever, James Joyce.
I rejoice... a friend at last!

© Jeanne I. Lakatos


12 February, 2018

Heart and Consciousness



In her book, Patriotic Sketches of Ireland, Sydney Owenson observes:
 Political philosophy is an extension of the mind’s eye to the whole great scale of civil society, and demonstrating the close-linked dependencies of its remotest parts, affords to the benevolence of the human heart, and the comprehension of the human understanding, a social system, gratifying to the feelings of the one, and ennobling to the faculties of the other. (33)

The human heart and 'comprehension of understanding,' which I will identify as consciousness, are two distinct entities, for the heart, aside from its organic characteristics, contains the essence of human emotions. On the other hand, comprehension of understanding involves the assimilation of intelligence and critical analysis as they interact with the psycho-physiological structure in a wondrous flow of human experience. I reflect on this concept in the following poem:

Flow I

Passion creates verve
whose song desires voice;
now boldly sing
radiate stillness
encircle fear: enflame!
This fervor flows
with molten resonance
angled benevolence
evolution through revolution,
illumined by the intricacy
of simplicity adorned
transformed
with interlacing
flow.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

23 January, 2018

Love Poem: Two Lives

This past weekend, my daughter married a wonderful man. It was a lovely wedding. Below is a poem  that I've given to friends in the past as a wedding gift. I hand-pen it exquisitely on parchment paper in either Chancery Cursive or Old English calligraphy with iconography to frame the words, and place it in a lovely frame. Ha! Surely, they've been best sellers at tag sales.  Anyway, this is dedicated to my daughter and her husband: 

I took this photo in Kilkenny, Ireland.

Two Lives
Two lives entwined
through space and time
sharing an opus 
together, 
each day to bring
a step toward the dream
of Love's harmonic embrace.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

15 January, 2018

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr's "Letter from a Birmingham Jail"


painting of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. by William Rock, Chinese calligraphy by Huang Xiang


The significant "Letter from a Birmingham Jail" by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is another illustration of iconic realism. From behind bars, King wrote this eloquent epistle, begun in the margins of discarded newspapers, then from a borrowed legal notepad. In this piece, he elaborately describes his educated and passionate belief in freedom of speech. Written in April, 1963, he had no access to a computer, nor spellcheck, yet his hand-written expression is clear, coherent, concise, and cohesive, utilizing classical rhetoric to elucidate for his audience the possibilities that could evolve from cultural reform.

To view an excellent rhetorical analysis of this letter, click onto the link below:
Dr. Martin Luther King's "Letter from a Birmingham Jail"

07 January, 2018

Epiphany!


"Life’s intermittent light shines through our souls to reveal the softness within, knowing that this gentle force originates from the intensity of hardship learned by living in the profusion of opportunity that surrounds us." 
~ from my operetta, Luminescence

16 December, 2017

In Preparation for Christmas


Preparation for Christmas 

In Preparation for this Christmas, 
I wish to send to you
a cup of gentle tidings
that will comfort through and through.

Remember your uniqueness
that your blessings are in you,
and use those gifts to be the one
who uplifts humanity true.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos


06 December, 2017

A Christmas Poem

This Christmas poem was written a couple of years ago after I overheard a woman in the grocery store concerned that she didn't have enough cloves for her hot mulled wine. (Four bottles of cloves weren't enough?) I think Mary spoke to me personally that day, whispering into my subconscious, "Jeanne, you have to write this.... now!"  Merry Christmas!

Painting by Andrea Solari, ca. 1507

Eggnog or Grog?

What shall I drink? Egg nog or grog?
What did the Holy Family drink
on that holiest night of nights?
Did Mary lean over to Joseph
after giving birth to Jesus and say,
“Joseph, be a dear and pour me
another glass of Chardonnay?”
To which Joseph replied,
“Mary, Darling, all we have is
a little hot mulled wine left over
from the party last night.”

Or…did a father, proud
after such a long trip
offer his bride a sip
of water to give her joy
upon delivering this
beautiful, healthy Boy?

Did the baby cry
in a humble home
and look to his mother,
so beautiful and warm,
reach up, to touch
her swollen breast
and drink of the milk
from the Mother blessed?


© Jeanne I. Lakatos