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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!

25 October, 2009

Monday Poetry Respite...Go Yankees!!!!

Well, our beloved TFE asked us to listen to a DREADFUL musical piece, and I really didn't care much about listening to it. At first, I posted this as verse; however, I realized that writing stream of consciousness would be more appropriate, so here it is. Those who enjoy reading the Molly Bloom's chapter of James Joyce's Ulysses might enjoy this, too. If you don't, well, there's always next week. 
Meanwhile....YANKEES WON TONIGHT, SO THEY WILL GO ON TO THE WORLD SERIES!!!!!!!!!! Go Yankees!!!!!!!

Fragmented Foray upon my Cochlea

Anxiety, no sleep my mind where is my mind oh here it is right where I left it I can feel my heart beating is this all a nightmare which way should I turn so many doors so many options ah sweet serenity weightless waitless no need to focus ugh dissonance oh no I detest dissonance I'd rather be listening to my Ralph Vaughan Williams or Billie Holiday so much better than this and bellanova's rendition of "Stairway to Heaven" is so cool why didn't TFE listen to MY Playlist I wish this wretched violin would play something consonant consoling not what I wanted to hear today like sharp fingernails slowly making their way across a clean chalkboard oh the hair cells along my basilar membrane reach out in agony to hold tightly onto the ones along the back of my neck misery does love company where's my aspirin my eyes follow the red line to the end of this piece peace there I'm off a little Celtic Reverie to massage my brain

Jeanne I. Lakatos 2009


  1. well I am glad I DIDNT BOTHER to listen to that!
    prefer a little Celtic Reverie!

  2. Ha! I just posted on your blog...Are you sure you didn't listen to it? Your drawings are amazing. Perhaps, you are in tune with our consciousness then.
    Yes, the Celtic Reverie was sorely needed. I'm listening to it right now as a matter of fact. Thanks for visiting my lonely blog. I truly appreciate it.

  3. I could not have said it better myself!

  4. Interesting to see you write it like this and you 've got some very grounded images. It was a stream of consciousness for me too but it came out in poetry (of a sort) because that's how my mind heard the variations in the sound sections. Yeah - more Vaughan Williams and less of this!

  5. Hi Wigeon! Thanks for dropping by and for your kind comments. I hope you took a peek at the Clair de Lune video below. It's lovely!


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