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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) at the following location(s):

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

18 December, 2016

Bicycle Dreams

This photo was from a former "Poetry Jam" exercise. I thought it would be appropriate today, for we're about to receive a few inches of snow tonight. Perhaps, my own bicycle is having a few 'dreams' like these: 

Bicycle Dreams

Frozen flakes,
each one different from the next
tumble gently 
to fulfill their divine calling
reforming this landscape
into a wintry haven,
providing a cooling respite
for parked bicycles
which dream 
of the fun in the rolling 
through those good ol'
'dog days' of summer. 

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

11 October, 2016

Civil Revolution

From my book: 

In Sydney Owenson’s national tales, she weaves together threads of disenfranchisement and enchantment, captures the essence of the politically inspired Romantic era, in which the grand is intentionally written to be grander, where literary characterizations entwine with political forces within a civil society. The English aristocracy and the publishing community accept Owenson as a significant member of their elite societies through her writing and marriage to Sir Charles Morgan. She becomes ‘Lady Morgan’ while remaining loyal to her Irish roots as Sydney Owenson. Her loyalty to both identities serves her expressive purposes well, for she carefully coordinates these unique influences into her text by merging the English tale of aristocratic inheritance with Irish ideology. 

03 October, 2016

From my Operetta, Luminescence: Rhododendron (Dark Thoughts of Anne Sexton)

There exists a balance of positive and negative in life, and in my operetta, Luminescence, I address this through the spirit voice of Anne Sexton and her associated flower, Rhododendron.

                                                     Photo from the site:

Rhododendron: Dark Thoughts
(from my operetta, Luminescence)

From the corner of the garden,
a fierce wind buffets 
branches of the Rhododendron.
Now enters the looming danger 
of love’s despair.

Begonia, Narcissus,
and Southernwood
all bode a feeling of lost love
in the midst of this glorious
locus amoenus.

Anne whispers: 
Rhododendron is my flower’s name,
I bring dark thoughts
into this world of fragrance.
I make the lives of my seed
and the surrounding seeds
suffer as I do.

Man has attached meaning 
to our nature, proclaiming
that we ignore
the pleas of the world
within our hearts, 
so we suffer association
with the human frailties:
egotism, ultimate ruin, evil. 

But here in this garden, I see: 
The beauty in our lives
does surround us,
even in our darkest moments,
even in those isolated
hours of despair.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

27 September, 2016

Innovation: A Call to Action

An innovative idea is a call to action to make a difference in this world. A brilliant person once shared with me the significance of a single leaf used as a metaphor for the human condition. Since transformation originates from a single notion, I thought this little poem may contribute a genesis of consciousness.  

I took this photo in St. Stephen's Green, Dublin, Ireland.

One maple tree leaf in my garden
Be Leaf 
remains the leaf
not insignificant
well formed
turned over and over.
it resides 
in belief

© Jeanne I. Lakatos  

23 September, 2016

An American Civil War Quilt Poem

Below is a narrative poem that I wrote around 1996
in which I used the American Civil War as its theme.

  A nine-patch quilt, hand-quilted by me

Two Tiny, Nine-Patch Doll Quilts
A tiny, nine-patch doll quilt
lay upon a tiny bed
made especially for Maggie Mae
the year her family fled
from all those scornful Yankees,
who were running through their town
setting homes and lives afire
causing Southern hopes to drown.

A tiny, nine-patch doll quilt
lay upon a tiny crib
made especially for Ellie Sue
the summer when her nib
was loosened from her pen in hand
as the Rebels fired loud
and soon her family stood in fear
with the other Gettysburg crowd.

Two tiny, nine-patch doll quilts
heard two tiny prayers say,
“Dear Lord, please let our battled lands
be placed within Your peaceful stay,
and help our families change their hate
to blessings filled with love.
Then, all of us will recognize
Your blessings from above.”

Two tattered, nine-patch doll quilts
lie in honorable view
for each is cherished dearly
by descendants of the two
who saw their lives so clearly
pass through war’s destructive side
for one hundred years of prayer brought
a Rebel son his Yankee bride.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos 

19 September, 2016


                                I took this photo of a street musician in Dublin a few years ago

On the topic of phonology or phonetic consciousness, the study of way humans combine  sounds to create linguistic patterns, I give you a brief excerpt from my book: Innovations in Rhetoric in the Writing of Sydney Swenson (Lady Morgan, 181-1859) and below that, a poem I wrote entitled, Consciousness. Enjoy! 

Steven Pinker discusses the impact of phonology and semantics as individuals experience sensory connections in their formation of new concepts:   
The phonemes and syllables in a word contact their counterparts in memory piecemeal, more and more of them finding a match as the milliseconds tick by. As soon as all the pieces match some entry, the irregular form linked to the entry is fetched and shunted to the vocal tract. While the lookup is in progress, the inhibitory signal sent to the rule box gets stronger and stronger, and when all goes well, the rule is braked to a halt. [1]

At this point, the individual synapses in the brain connect the familiar sound with a specific memory. 

[1] Steven Pinker, Words and Rules: The Ingredients of Language, (New York: Harper, 2011), p. 130.



Jung's is collective
containing collaborative
but chaotic compositions
carefully calculated
to create clear cut
caricatures of cranial
cacophonies in crazy
and occasionally corny
creatures who care
about causes and effects.

But mine is coincidental, 
caught between 
casual and coiffure
occasionally quirky
consistent and tranquil
cautious,  concerned
a creatively concocted 
course of action, 
convoking acquaintances
to collaborate and affect.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

13 September, 2016

The Shy One

The poem below deals with a childhood hurdle that eventually led me to grow in confidence: the family tag of 'the shy one.' 

The Shy One

“Jeanne is the shy one.”
explained Mom 
when she introduced 
my siblings and me
to someone new
we happened to meet
My tag was sewn,
identified and neat.

But I really wasn’t terribly shy
as indicated by Mother.
I simply loved to scrutinize
and exercise prudence
in dealing with those others.

A curse back then.
But now I understand;
my pensive ‘flaws’
were precious gifts
of a Higher command.

Indeed, this shy one
has fervently grown,
for my interactions
delicately honed,
pensive and discreet,
have led me to compete
and thereby complete
some absolutely marvelous feats.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

03 September, 2016

Michel de Montaigne

photo from Google Images

      The quote below has lingered in my thoughts today. So much political rhetoric seems to fill the airwaves, and I grow weary of the interpretations and re-interpretations of those who are currently striving to fulfill their dreams on the political stage. I can only hope that these individuals have the citizens' best interest in their hearts. As human interactions continue to evolve, the words of this 16th century writer have renewed vitality. Enlightenment inspires vision. 

~ Michel de Montaigne

01 September, 2016

Crickets in Love

Cherishing the final weeks of summer, below, is a little poem I wrote on the soothing sound of crickets in love under the moon's light. Enjoy! 

Crickets in Love

sound waves
fill the senses
echoing harmonics
through chambers
of hearts
pulsating rhythms
intricate gestalt

© Jeanne I. Lakatos


15 August, 2016

Anaphora Poetry

Below, is a poem written in the Anaphora poetic format. I took the photo in Dublin a few years ago at  an international street vendor competition. Observing this 'fairy' with the many children she attracted was magical.

For Giveness
from the heart,
given with humility,
given freely,
this gift of joy
is a given 
that another will 
passing the gift

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

19 July, 2016


 Below is a poem I wrote a few years ago. I took the photograph whilst driving south of Dublin, lost and 'blind' to the correct pathway to a professional conference at I.A.D.T. in Dun Laoghaire. Thanks to a few gentlemen at Dunphey's Pub and their fine directions with a hand-drawn map, I was able to make it to the afternoon panels. Having learned my lesson, the following day, I took the bus. 

(A church near Dun Laoghaire, Ireland, photograph by me)

A blinding
moves her
to close the blind
shielding her
from brilliance
the hour of dusk
with a creative verve
releasing gold
a beam expands
that cannot blind
for Memory
sustains the weakest eye.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos