2017

2017
Sunset on the farm, Danbury, Connecticut

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!

30 October, 2009

Flow V: "It Don't Mean a Thing..."


www.rollingstone.com/ artists/ellafitzgerald/a...
(click to hear, 'tick' in Irish)
As I considered the music that this 'flow' poem describes, my first thoughts went to Beethoven's 9th. Then, I thought a little more and opted for the classic musical artists, Ella Fitzgerald and Duke Ellington as they collaborate to perform "It Don't Mean a Thing If you Ain't Got that Swing...." 
Flow V
Waves of sensuous melody
gently stroke the basilar.
The chamber of each hair cell
bursts with the flow
of pulsating charges
stimulating selected neurons
stir the memory's charm.

Blood flows faster,
determined as voice surges
through vibrating membrane.
Physical synchronizes
with emotional energy,
aching- soothing,
dissonance resolving
harmonies coalesce
in this resonating
flow.

Jeanne I. Lakatos 2009

29 October, 2009

Flow III




Flow III
Tears amid the cheers
reaching for brass, 
spinning,
thirsting for the flow
only to turn away parched
tongue swelling in dry air
hot with the fever of hope.

Jeanne I. Lakatos 2009

27 October, 2009

A Rainy Day Poem

Demonstration of Sound felt along the basilar membrane


Well, it looks like we're in for a few days of rain here in the Northeast U.S., so I'll continue with my four poem series on 'flow.' Coincidentally, it also follows this week's theme of 'dissonance and sound perception.' 


Flow II

Waves of sensuous melody
gently stroke the basilar.
The chamber of each hair cell
bursts with the flow
of pulsating charges
stimulating selected neurons
stirring the memory's charm.
Blood flows faster,
determined as voice surges
through vibrating membrane.
Physical synchronizes
with emotional energy,
aching- soothing,
dissonance resolving
harmonies coalesce
in this resonating
flow.
Jeanne I. Lakatos 2009

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

18 October, 2009

Monday Poetry Respite


This week, we had a choice of viewing the Irish film, Garage, or reading the poem, "Lady Lazarus" by Sylvia Plath. Since it was virtually impossible for us 'Yanks' to get ahold of the film, I went with the poem as inspiration for this week's poetic adventure. I saw Plath's poem as one dealing with the human quality of arrogance and how it tends to kill one's spirit...had a bit of experience with that this week. Ah, but we really can rise from those ashes through the counter human conceits of resilience and self-confidence. 




















Teas in éineacht le Tart

(Heat in company with Thirst)


Do come, oh duplicitous ones.
Sit a spell at my table.
Drink from my cup
of tea or wine, blood or tears.
Which is your passion?
I wish only for your relief
as you have wished for me.


Perhaps, my cordial demeanor
mystifies, and I should be meaner.
You’d expect that, wouldn't you? 
But here am I, Phoenix,
rising from your ashes while you,
hiding behind feathered limb,
suffocate from the vacuum.


Observe! My wings flutter 
with a flow of fine conceit,
while your fanned flames abate
from lack of impetus.
Drink up, then, and taste
this elixir of your own
mind your manners now.


Jeanne I. Lakatos  © 2009

16 October, 2009

Pretzels and Doors

When I think of pretzels, I'm reminded of the interlacing of our lives. We move in and out of doors, don't we? Salty tears and intertwined consciousness move me in specific directions. As I traverse that proverbial hallway, I hear a familiar door slowly squeak close... so I move forward, taking the first step through the next door...

15 October, 2009

Eclipsed



A Haiku to Kick off this Blog

Eclipsed with wonder,
a traveler moves through thoughts
illuminated.