Happy 2017!

Happy 2017!
A Red House Finch sings for Spring on a Rose of Sharon branch

Introduction:

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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!

16 February, 2017

A Sonnet: Four Soles, Soulful Foursome

The photo below is one on which I've based my sonnet, written in a Spenserian Sonnet format.

For fun, click onto: Billy Collins, former United States Poet Laureate, to read his satirical view of sonnets, cleverly entitled, "Sonnet."


Four Soles,  Soulful Foursome
Idyllically, they travel with an aim
and quickly learn that truth rests in a friend, 
for surely, they’ll discover life’s no game. 
A splendid road will definitely bend. 

These traveling souls of four know not of end, 
for they rely on trusting gifts of love: 
one pulls with strength, one’s job is to attend 
two brothers with one mind, blessed from above 

with dreams conjoined like wings that lift the dove. 
Four souls of spirit and vitality
advance with might and shared awareness of
their vision for determined liberty.
A humble vessel pulled by four strong soles,
transporting dreams, fulfilling simple goals.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos 

01 February, 2017

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

26 January, 2017

My Hands, a poem

Below is a poem with the theme of my use of hands, 
which some may think is archaic in this current era of technology:



My Hands

Turning 
weathered pages of a centuries old book,
my fingers touch a piece of history
for this page was once turned by gloved fingertips
of a lady sitting by candlelight on a blue velvet chair
her cotton dress, flowing around covered ankles.
Strumming 
the strings of a vibrating harp, melodic echoes, soothe
the mind of my precious dog who lives to protect me
love me, comfort me. It's the least I can do for her.
Kneading 
dough that clings to each finger until I apply 
one more dash of flour to create 
the soft ball that will miraculously rise
to form into the sweet, aromatic sustenance of life: 
bread, feeding my family and friends.
Threading 
a needle with just the right length and colour 
of waxed cotton,
slowly I turn remnant pieces of cloth
into a quilted memory to comfort 
through the warmth of artistry and pragmatism.
Digging 
into rich, brown soil I plant a seed
water, nurture, protect until one day it grows
into a savory food, the source of my love's smile.
Holding 
an extended hand, I feel the presence
of a life force, strength, our fingertips, touching
then brushing the tear from a child's eye
warm today, cold tomorrow
fond memory of the gentleness.
Praying
palm against palm, I sing a song
of praise.
Humbly, 
I give thanks to my Lord
knowing His Love as undying, strengthening,
guiding my every step as I fulfill His Purpose for me.
Loving 
from hand to heart.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

24 January, 2017

Out of the Fog





I took this photo in Dublin, Ireland, June 2009

Head 
out of a fog,
distortion
dissipates, 
recognition
of flawed
perfection:
Redemption

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

03 January, 2017

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"

24 December, 2016

O Holy Night

Enjoy this beautiful rendition of the Christmas hymn, O Holy Night:

https://youtu.be/4Zh-yR0pbmU

18 December, 2016

Bicycle Dreams

This photo was from a former "Poetry Jam" exercise. I thought it would be appropriate today, for we're about to receive a few inches of snow tonight. Perhaps, my own bicycle is having a few 'dreams' like these: 


Bicycle Dreams

Frozen flakes,
each one different from the next
tumble gently 
to fulfill their divine calling
reforming this landscape
into a wintry haven,
providing a cooling respite
for parked bicycles
which dream 
of the fun in the rolling 
through those good ol'
steamy 
'dog days' of summer. 


© Jeanne I. Lakatos