St. Stephen's Green, Dublin, Ireland


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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!


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)"

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