though my heart yearns to beat
Revolutionary Revelry: Transformation, Circuitous Paths, Innovations, and Circularity
by Jeanne I. Lakatos, Ph.D.
Introduction:
- Dr. Jeanne Iris
- 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!
Announcements
17 October, 2024
A Long Sentence, Silence is.
though my heart yearns to beat
15 October, 2024
Flow: "It Don't Mean a Thing..."
14 October, 2024
Upon Viewing the Bog Bodies Exhibit at the National Museum of Ireland
Inside
the exquisitely sculpted rotunda,
behind exhibits of gold and amber adornments,
exposed in tombs of plexiglass,
lay remains of people
who once held hands,
smiled gently to their loved ones,
kissed softly on moonlit nights.
Centuries pass,
and as her silent witness meets theirs,
she senses a tear's warmth
and whispers a prayer
that their spirits are far away
and at peace.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
13 October, 2024
One Autumn Morning
I created the following from today's facebook post because it was such a beautiful autumn day in Connecticut. It's extended a bit from pure inspiration.
One Autumn Morning
On cool, crisp, autumn mornings,
such as this,
isn't it grand to sip a cup of coffee,
set the world's troubles aside for a moment,
observe the golden leaves falling
from generous branches,
knowing full well that eventually,
those fallen whispers
of joy and love
dancing through the air
as if they have one more chance,
one more hope
to share in life's pleasures,
will be swept up
and added to the compost
where they will begin life anew,
and the circuitous path begins.
©Jeanne I. Lakatos
12 October, 2024
Upon Reading Philosophy Late at Night
11 October, 2024
Aurora Borealis
Aurora Borealis
I search the evening sky to see
the stars staring back at me
at their usual positions
in the heavenly firmament.
Then, my eyes, are they deceiving me?
There it is... softest glow of pink and maroon,
enveloping a fluffy mass of light clouds.
It makes me wonder if another's eyes
are viewing this heavenly sight,
a shared brilliance from stars and aurora.
I thank God for allowing me
the glorious view of the rosy hue,
this geomagnetic event:
Aurora Borealis.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
10 October, 2024
To Grandma
My Grandmother worked in the auto industry in Detroit, but she also had a special talent for baking Hungarian pastries, cakes, and of course, those great Hungarian dinners. She 'tried' to teach me how to create confectioner flowers, such as those she would make for the many wedding and birthday cakes that she created for people in the Detroit metropolitan area. The key words: she tried. I tried, too. Her patience with me was saintly.
My Grandma, Anna
To Grandma
I feel your loving presence,
my beautiful angel,
whenever I touch the petals of a rose,
for your talented hands taught me
how to form each intricate petal
made from your famous sweet recipe.
No matter how many times I failed,
your tender words of comfort
soothed my sorrow, my pain,
and through your beautiful eyes,
I could see that sparkle of life
as you taught me what it was
to love.
© Jeanne I. Lakatos