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
18 September, 2024
Troubadours of Truth
17 September, 2024
Harvest Moon
16 September, 2024
Heart and Consciousness
15 September, 2024
Goal: Inspiration
14 September, 2024
Alley Adventure
You can see the tree in the background. Beyond that tree is the alley.
12 September, 2024
The Mill
Long ago, a friend told me about this beautiful mill, located in Floyd County, Virginia. I found a picture of it in a history book and saw the serene beauty of this sight, so I took out my oil paints and painted my own version of the mill: Mabry Mill is its name. Below are two photos. One is a photo from Google Images. The other is my painting of the lovely Mabry Mill in Floyd County, Virginia. The poem revolves around this stalwart mill.
The 'melodious Lark' in the poem refers to Ralph Vaughn Williams' masterpiece, The Lark Ascending. You can hear it if you click HERE.
The Mill
Ekphrasis: My poem, "Haven" and the Church of St. Stephen the Martyr
Church of St Stephen the Martyr, Opotiki, ca 1910-1930
Haven
Her candle lit,
she takes her usual seat
© Jeanne I. Lakatos
10 September, 2024
We will always remember!
Photo from Washington Post
Photo from Google Images
The National 9/11 Memorial, New York City, Pentagon 9/11 Memorial, and Flight 93 Memorial
of three thousand Angels,
newly formed and dancing,
mollify this tableau of horror.
(My reading of this poem is on Pod-omatic at the bottom of this page.)
Sydney Owenson: Weaving Threads of Culture Together
From my book:
In Sydney Owenson’s national tales, she weaves together threads of disenfranchisement and enchantment, capturing 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.
09 September, 2024
Phonology
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.
Cognizance (Alliterative Antics)
08 September, 2024
The Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary
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The Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary:
Saint of the day: Sept. 8: The Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary
07 September, 2024
The Shy One
06 September, 2024
Upon listening to "Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Tallis" by Ralph Vaughn-Williams
05 September, 2024
Falling Leaves, Prayers Answered
Autumnal View from my Back Door
Falling Leaves, Prayers Answered
04 September, 2024
From my Operetta, Luminescence: Rhododendron (Dark Thoughts of Anne Sexton)
(My reading of this poem is on Pod-omatic at the bottom of this page.)
02 September, 2024
A Pen, So Simple
A Pen, So Simple
A pen, so simple
and fundamental
yet functional
and dependable
somewhat ornamental.
A pen, so simple…
of brawny rosewood,
so my fingers could
glide as they write
to open minds.
A pen, so simple,
expresser of mine.
Now, where did I place you?
Oh, Saints Divine,
I implore you,
please help me to find
my much-needed pen
for
without it,
I feel…………
inert!
© Jeanne I. Lakatos