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2017
Magnolia buds against a blue Connecticut sky

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!

20 October, 2011

Poetry Jam: Midnight Blaze

Our Poetry Jam task this week is to choose three titles from a list and create a poem. The poem titles below are from the Table of Contents of the Norton Anthology of Poetry, fourth edition. I simply closed my eyes, turned to three different pages, and pointed.
Your Words my friend (Canto 21 from Astrophil and Stella by Sir Philip Sidney
Frost at Midnight by Samuel Coleridge
One Flesh by Elizabeth Jennings

Love is a Cosmic Force painting by Alex Grey

 Midnight Blaze
Your words my friend
burn through the reverie
until frost at midnight
mystically transforms
our truth
into a passionate blaze
melding two entities into
one flesh.

Jeanne I. Lakatos  2011

12 October, 2011

Poetry Jam: Georgia June Bugs

I had to remove the photo of the June Bug. It just gave me the creeps.

This week, for the the Poetry Jam, Chris has provided us with a set of words from which we are to write a poem. After pondering the word bank, my mind immediately went to a memory of one laundry night, years ago, when I lived in Atlanta, Georgia. If you have never encountered a Georgia June bug, well, let me tell you... you are fortunate indeed. The darn things are about two inches long and click and sputter around lights at night all summer long. ugh! ugh! (worth 2 ughs!) Anyway, here's the poem:

Word bank: laundry, laugh, edges, ghost, beer


Attack of the Georgia June Bugs
Snugly against my right hip,
I carry laundry, clean and folded,
in a wicker basket
on a hot, southern night.
Georgia June bugs
circle above my head.
Diving to and fro, their wings roar
like ghosts of B-52 bombers.
I run to escape their clicking laughs;
laundry jostles
over the edges of the basket.
I swoop down quickly
to retrieve escaping bras and panties
before anyone sees me
or those bugs get nearer.
“Don’t you dare fly into my hair!”
Ah, at last, I’m inside my apartment.
Only one goal: to chug a cold beer.

Jeanne I. Lakatos  2011

The Willow Manor Ball 2011

I took this photo two nights ago in Danbury, Connecticut.



The Willow Manor Ball is underway, and with her usual elegant and creative style, Tess has gathered the finest from around the world. Under this hazy Harvest moon, I have channeled the spirit of Steve Jobs as my 'date.' Amidst fascinating conversation on the creative process, we've managed to bob for a few apples. He has me beat at that game, though. Nevertheless, iDance and iSing under the full moon with delight.

Thank you, Willow, for sharing your creativity with us!