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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!


I will present or have presented research on Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan) or my semiotic theory of iconic realism at the following location(s):

April, 2022: American Conference for Irish Studies, virtual event: "It’s in the Air: James Joyce’s Demonstration of Cognitive Dissonance through Iconic Realism in His Novel, Ulysses"

October, 2021: Sacred Heart University, Fairfield, CT: "Sydney Owenson’s use of sociolinguistics and iconic realism to defend marginalized communities in 19th century Ireland"

March, 2021: Lenoir-Rhyne University, Hickory, North Carolina: "Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan): A Nineteenth Century Advocate for Positive Change through Creative Vision"

October, 2019: Elms College, Chicopee, Massachusetts: "A Declaration of Independence: Dissolving Sociolinguistic Borders in the Literature of Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan)"

29 November, 2021

"Snow and Wind"

To me, the holiday includes memories of snow and wind, family gatherings in Michigan, where, no matter how intense the weather, we always gathered at my Grandma's house to celebrate. As an adult, those memories revive with each new 'winter weather advisory' and with a lovely fire in the fireplace, all outside hostilities melt away....

Photos taken with my Canon SureShot in Danbury, CT

Snow and Wind

Snow speaks silently,
caresses my heart
with memories,
tickles my soul
with anticipation,
blends with ice
to generate adrenalin

Howling wind
erases impressions
with its jealous grasp
stings my cheeks
wraps around my bones.
My body shivers
to generate adrenalin

Fire beyond the hearth
stoked with trees 
that once shaded, once housed,
once bore sparkling icicles
now draws me into its 
crackling core
to melt adrenalin

© Jeanne I. Lakatos


  1. Thanks Jeanne , love the last stanza most and also the idea of a howling wind with a jealous grasp.
    Lovely poem.

  2. Thanks, Peadar! Interesting that you liked the last stanza because I just whipped that one up at the last minute. Thanks for dropping by!

    not arround a lot at moment !
    Ron! X

  4. Nice! I thought you couldn't top the last one (well, you can't), but this comes close!

    My best wishes to you and your family for a very Merry and Blessed Christmas!


  5. Great start, drawing attention to the silence of snow. (Whenever anyone does I'm reminded one of my favourite Emily Dickinson poems which ends

    Diadems—drop—and Doges—surrender—
    Soundless as dots—on a Disc of Snow— )

  6. Your Highness: Thank you! Good to hear from you; I was worried. Merry Christmas, Festivus, Kwanzaa, New Year!

    Kat: Thank you! Merry Christmas to you and yours!

    Dominic: Thank you...ah, yes! Isn't Emily Dickinson wonderful?


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