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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!

12 November, 2010

Poetry Bus: Blinds Open

This week's Poetry Bus has Karen as its inspirational driver. Our challenge is as follows:
Write about one of the following:
(1) a time you had to choose between two clearly divergent paths

(2) a time you were called to walk a  path you didn't choose for yourself
(3) a time you refused to travel the path you were called to follow.  
I've chosen to write about a situation that caused me to make a decision. It all began with the closing of blinds to shield my eyes from the setting sun. 
Photo from Google Images
Blinds Open 
A blinding
moves her
to close the blind
shielding her
from the intensity.

the hour of dusk
with a creative verve
releasing brilliance.

a beam expands
that cannot blind
for memory
sustains the weakest eye.

Jeanne I. Lakatos  2010

02 November, 2010

The Poetry Bus: When in France

This week's Poetry Bus is driven by the talented Jessica Maybury. Our prompt is to write about an experience with bathing. I am blessed to be affiliated with the Association for Franco-Irish Studies through my wonderful doctoral dissertation supervisor who is the Director of the National Centre for Franco-Irish Studies, Dublin, Ireland. This past May, I presented a paper at our annual conference in Reims, France. Ever since I spoke that first French word in my ninth grade French class in Allen Park Michigan, I've longed to go to that country. Finally, my dreams came true this past May, oh, but not without the unfortunate realization that there were no washcloths at my hotel. So.....

The view from my hotel room in Reims, France, photo taken May 2010.
When in France

In a French hotel in la cité de Reims,
an American searches for a washcloth. 
Alas, she finds none in this room,
so she must make do. This is France after all.
Sparkling white tub beckons her.
“Okay, Okay!”
She turns the water handle to HOT
and gently pours shampoo into the steady stream,
splashing the rising water to create more bubbles.
Then, smiling, she steps into the steaming water,
now filled with mounds of fluffy, fragrant bubbles,
closes her eyes and whispers to the 13-year-old girl
sitting in a French class, south of Detroit, decades ago.
“Yes, Jeanne… you will be in France one day.”

Jeanne I. Lakatos  2010

BTW.... For the launch of The Poetry Bus Magazine, drop by the Glor Sessions, 8:30-ish p.m. (Dublin Time) around 3:30-ish p.m. (E.S.T.) with Stephen James Smith @ the International Bar on Wicklow Street, Dublin, this coming Monday, Nov. 8. 
For those of us who are NOT in Dublin, we can view the show LIVE on the Internet by going to this site: