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Introduction:

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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!

Announcements

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

2026: I will be researching and writing my third book on iconic realism.

November 2025: New England Regional Conference for Irish Studies, Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts, "Sociolinguistic Evidence in James Joyce’s Ulysses: The Use of Language to Express the Semiotic Theory of Iconic Realism"

April 2022: American Conference for Irish Studies, virtual event: (This paper did not discuss Sydney Owenson.) "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)"

21 August, 2026

The Brook's Treasure

I wrote this poem many years ago from a memory of seeing a brook, bubbling in the middle of the woods. It's a pleasant rhyme that, hopefully, will bring a smile to your face and a 'treasure' to your heart as you move through your own circuitous path. Enjoy! 

 Photo of a neighbor's pond, fed by a little brook



The Brook's Treasure


For purposes I did wander

For answers I did look

until I finally came upon 

a funny, little brook. 

The brook was not a shallow one,

nor was it very deep,

but in this funny, little brook 

a Treasure I did keep.

The Treasure was a happy song

of life, of hopes, of joys,

and in the interlude there was

a melody of Peace. 

 

The song did have its high notes.

'Twas not without the low, 

and yet, I found that as I wade 

the song would fill my soul

with rippling harmonies

of peace, fulfillment, and the best~

a very special kind of Love

which called me to the test. 

 

I knew, as I sat wondering 

upon this brook tableau

that this was what I muddled for

so very long ago~

a song to fill my soul each day

a song so rich, so rare, 

a song composed of harmonies 

expelling through the air

and filling every twist and turn

with one selected Force~ 

a resolute assurance

of a Treasure true to course.

 

© Jeanne I. Lakatos



To hear me read this poem, please click HERE. 



20 August, 2026

A Long Sentence, Silence is.

Below is a poem inspired by a number of events involving my family and friends in which the long wait in a hospital sometimes has felt like a sentence. Waiting for word from medical staff on the outcome of a loved one leads to the mixed feelings of worry, loneliness, and hope. I wrote this as one very long sentence with the subject Silence and the verb, is because in these moments, we gain strength in the silence. 

 
Coole Park, Ireland


A Long Sentence 

While moist eyes wait
for word of your condition,
inquiring of God 
if I will experience your vibrance again,
though the response is "I don't know,"
though I smile to hide my tears,
though my heart yearns to beat
with the rhythm of your joy,
waiting
for the word that brings hope
for the song of your smiles 
for your breath of “yes”
within is the silence 
of a long sentence
and outside:
the wind,
the rain,
a lone lea,
me,
then the sun.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

(To hear my reading of this poem on Pod-omatic, click HERE.)

19 August, 2026

Goal: Inspiration


Me, on my side deck, years ago,
reading Sydney Owenson's (Lady Morgan's) Book of Memoirs

Goal: Inspiration

With each cleansing breath 
she inhales 
the aroma of the glow, 
releases 
toxic confusion,
breathes 
purity of heart and mind,
feels
the respiration 
moving through her body.

Through her brain,
each thought
dances
to effervescent stirrings 
as her dream
evolves
from ache to inspiration.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos


To hear my reading of this poem, please click HERE .

18 August, 2026

Upon Viewing the Bog Bodies Exhibit at the National Museum of Ireland

On one of my research trips to Ireland, I visited the National Museum and viewed an exhibit of Bog Bodies. These were individuals who had been discovered buried for centuries within the bogs throughout the country. I was struck by my own emotions as I viewed these remains. At one point, I just wanted to place a warm blanket over their leathered remains and wish them a safe journey to be with our Lord. 

I took this photo of the National Museum of Ireland in Dublin, 
whilst sitting on a bench just outside the National Library.

Upon Viewing the Bog Bodies 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

You can hear my reading of this poem by clicking HERE.

17 August, 2026

When in France...

                                         The view from a hotel room in Reims, France, taken some years ago.

A few years ago, I presented a paper at the annual Association of Franco-Irish Studies conference in Reims, France. Ever since I spoke that first French word in my ninth grade French class, I've longed to go to that country. Finally, decades later, my dreams were realized, but not without the unfortunate discovery that there were no washcloths at my hotel. So.....


When in France

In a French hotel in la cité de Reims,
an American searches for a washcloth. 
Alas, she finds none in this room,
so she must make do. 
This is France after all.
Sparkling white tub beckons her.
“Okay, Okay!”
She turns the water handle to HOT
and gently pours shampoo into the steady stream,
splashing the rising water to create more bubbles.
Then, smiling, she steps into the steaming water,
now filled with mounds of fluffy, fragrant bubbles,
closes her eyes and whispers to the 13-year-old girl
sitting in a French class, south of Detroit, decades ago.
“Oui, Jeanne ... tu seras en France un jour.”

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

To hear me read this verse, please click HERE.

16 August, 2026

Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan) and Disparate Characterizations in The Missionary

Cover of Sydney Owenson's novel, The Missionary

From my book, pp. 33-34: 

In her 1811 novel, The Missionary, Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan) uses realism in conjunction with an icon to illustrate her views on cultural adaptation. In the following passage, she describes the realistic nature of Hilarion as a young, conflicted priest, who sacrifices earthly pleasures to honor his faith:

All that could touch in the saint, or impose in the man breathed around him: the sublimity of religion, and the splendour of beauty, the purity of faith, and the dignity of manhood; grace and majesty, holiness and simplicity, diffusing their combined influence over his form and motions, his look and air. (The Missionary, p. 82)
In contrast, Luxima, the Hindu Priestess, embodies beauty with spirituality as she interacts with the Missionary through her “dovelike eyes and innocent hands…raised in same direction, for gazing on the glories of the firmament, a feeling of rapturous devotion, awakened and exalted by the enthusiasm of the Missionary, filled her soul.” (The Missionary, p. 121) Not only do her characters contain realistic qualities that independently represent their iconic associations, but her setting this tale in India, provides the other realistic aspect of Owenson’s novel, for in the seventeenth century, India is the focus of European nations, who are seeking new economic and political territories to whet their imperial appetites. Moreover, the Catholic Church, having made so many dissenters from its powerful stance, needed to expand its philosophical territories, so the emergence of missionaries became a reality in India during the early seventeenth century. Portuguese missionaries do travel to India for the purpose of religious conversion of the non-Christian Hindus. Owenson draws upon observations from the historical documentations of Francois Bernier (1625-1688) to provide anthropological references as a means to create realistic characterizations, as she brings two people together in a Garden of Eden to form the genesis of a consciousness that alerts her audience to the possibilities of overzealous proselytizing of any stalwart community.

Owenson represents iconic realism with the placement of Hilarion, the Franciscan Priest, an icon of Jesus Christ and European philosophy, physically and spiritually immersed with Indian culture through his interaction with an Indian Priestess, the icon of 17th century Hindu community and victimized follower of a faith and culture that is targeted for conversion. As Thomas Kavanagh points out:

The signified meanings, instead of being accepted as such, instead of taking us outside the text as text, become themselves the signifiers of the iconic signs, of a continuing movement, of a second temporality definable only within the parameters of the text.” [1]
Hilarion is a Catholic Missionary because he is the nephew to the Archbishop of Lisbon. Although her description of his qualities is quite flattering, under his cloak of religiosity, his true nature is simply that of an ordinary man. As a true follower of Jesus Christ, he transfigures into a real person with real emotions and real anxieties regarding the bureaucracy of his organized religion. In Owenson’s portrayal of him as an icon set within the realism of seventeenth century India, he signifies two elements: the Catholic Church of the Inquisition period and imperialistic England, whose dogmatic government maintains its own mission to convert the Irish to the British consciousness. John Locke, in his essay on the “Powers of the Commonwealth” refers to this form of bureaucracy in government and religion:

For no man or society of men having a power to deliver up their preservation, or consequently the means of it, to the absolute will and arbitrary dominion of another, whenever anyone shall go about to bring them into such a slavish condition, they will always have a right to preserve what they have not a power to part with, and to rid themselves of those who invade this fundamental, sacred, and unalterable law of self-preservation for which they entered society. And thus the community may be said in this respect to be always the supreme power, but not as considered under any form of government, because this power of the people can never take place till the government be dissolved. [2]
Thus, the hierarchy of authority within human society creates significant conflict of interest for those whose mindset differs from the status quo. Owenson demonstrates this conflict through her disparate characterizations.

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[1] Thomas Kavanagh, “Time and Narration: Indexical and Iconic Models” in Comparative Literature, MLN, 86. 6 (1971), p. 832.
[2] John Locke, in Howard R. Penniman (ed.), John Locke: On Politics and Education (Roslyn, New York:  Walter J. Black, Inc., 1947), p. 152. 

15 August, 2026

"Touching the Hem of His Garment"


Photo from DuckDuckGo images

"...They... besought Him that they might only touch the hem of His garment: 
and as many as touched were made perfectly whole." (Matthew 14:35-36) kjv

Touching the Hem of His Garment

She sought the Truth
but she did not have the knowledge, 
so she searched for inspiration 
in the usual places
and found it not, 
for she was lost, confused, and afraid. 
Until... 
she touched the hem of His garment. 

Now, confusion and fear, erased from her life, 
have been replaced by His promise
of Courage, Joy, and Eternal Love.
Alleluia!

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

To hear me recite this, please click HERE.


14 August, 2026

Upon listening to "Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Tallis" by Ralph Vaughn-Williams

 

I took this photo of the moon in a cloudy sky, framed by the shadows of maple trees. 
The clouds seemed to form a landscape of their own. 

Click HERE to listen to the lovely, musical piece, "Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis," performed in the Gloucester Cathedral, where Ralph Vaughn-Williams first performed it in 1910. 


I wrote the verse below upon listening to the above piece,
 composed by Ralph Vaughan-Williams.


Fantasia

Yearning for serenity,
an unsettled mind
drifts gracefully, 
flowing in paralysis,
a paradox offering
of a spiritual triad:
sweet malady
sweeter melody
sweetest memory.

A core surge 
caresses
in Divine rhythm.
Echoes...
from arched bones,
guarding this heart
in solemn surrender 
to stillness,
fill the repose  
with sweet assurance.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos


(To hear my reading of this poem, click HERE.)

13 August, 2026

An Exercise in Metaphor


Here's a little metaphor exercise for you: 

1.  Close your eyes, and breathe deeply for a few minutes. 
2.  Open your eyes. 
3.  Write down the very first thing that you focus on. 
4.  Describe ten possibilities that this object could be. 
5.  Now apply those possibilities to yourself.
6.  Write down these possibilities.
7.  Viola! Your metaphor! (for today anyway)


To begin: a beeswax candle
  1. light
  2. warmth
  3. sweet scent
  4. colorful 
  5. melted wax could be made into new candle
  6. melted wax could be made into an ornament
  7. melted wax could be used to strengthen thread
  8. remolded and given as a gift 
  9. inspiration for a poem
10. creates peaceful ambience 

My metaphor: 
Teaching, playing music, and writing that hopefully enlightens,
my kindness could add warmth to someone's life.
Some have said I am sweet, 
and honeysuckle oil is my fragrance of choice.
My choice of clothing often is quite colorful, 
yet I renew my perspective of life 
through humble, daily prayer.
Once, I played the role of an 'ornament,'
but through my tears (melted wax), 
I have gained inner strength.
As I continue to redefine myself, 
hopefully, 
my contributions become gifts to this lifetime. 
I don't know if I've ever been an inspiration for a poem, 
but I am inspired by others daily.
I love peace: 
peace of mind, peace on earth, peace- love- joy! 

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

Now, you try! 

12 August, 2026

Divine Breath

The Holy Trinity  
by Corrado Giaquinto, circa 1754

One morning, I was inspired by the homily of our local priest, 'Fr. Tim.' He was referring to the Holy Spirit and the Hebrew term for spirit: breath. Hence, I penned the following: 

Divine Breath

Enter the Holy chamber; 
kneel before Divinity, 
present on the altar 
in the form of a simple candle.
Surrounded by a feeling of His welcoming Spirit,
a Blessed breath causes one 
to inhale: 
the Cleansing Air of Love and Forgiveness,
to exhale: 
the chaos of hate and compromise.
Over and over, 
this choice is made:
to breathe in the Holy Spirit, 
from His Divine Breath: 
essential to all of humanity, 
the salve that soothes the wounded soul.
Breathe in. 
Breathe out.

© Jeanne Iris Lakatos

To hear my reading of this vers, please click HERE.

11 August, 2026

Ekphrasis: My poem, "Haven" and the Church of St. Stephen the Martyr

Today, December 26, is the Feast of Saint Stephen. 
Below is a photo of the Church of St. Stephen the Martyr in Opotiki, New Zealand. This picture brought to mind the introduction to a collection of short stories that I will complete... one day. The poem accompanying this photo is a conversion of a portion of my prose introduction to poetic form.

Church of St Stephen the Martyr, Opotiki, ca 1910-1930
"Behold, I see heaven open and the Son of man standing at the right hand of God." 
(Acts 7:56) kjv
~ St. Stephen’s words at his theophany

Haven

They beckon 
the weary-hearted and calloused,
“Come and sit with me.”
Rows of empty pews
moor at a small altar,
each one anchored with a kneeler. 

Her candle lit,
she takes her usual seat
in the second row,
hoists the kneeler, 
then quietly moves it
to the wood floor,
genuflects in the Holy Presence, 
and blesses herself.

With eyes lowered,
she steers her troubled vessel
on an ethereal air,
through prayerful sighs
to the Haven of hope,
His Almighty Promise.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos


(My reading of this poem is on Pod-omatic at the bottom of this page.)

10 August, 2026

Mercy Otis Warren, Muse of the American Revolution, 1776

Painting of Mercy Otis Warren

Mercy Otis Warren, given the title by some historians of Muse of the American Revolution, is often neglected in the U.S. historical memory. However, her motivation for contributing numerous literary works on the subject of independence demonstrates virtues found in the common individual while pointing out the discrepancies in a non-representational government. In her 1773 play, The Adulateur, Warren describes the issue of individual rights through the speech of her main character, Brutus:

 

The change how drear! The sullen ghost of bondage
Stalks full in view—already with her pinions,
She shades the affrighted land—the insulting soldiers
Tread down our choicest rights; while hoodwinked justice
Drops her scales, and totters from her basis.
Thus torn with nameless wounds, my bleeding country
Demands a tear – that tear I’ll freely give her. [1]


Using the rebellious poetic format of blank verse, Warren creates an image of the capture of justice, illustrating the conception that human beings might be inherently good, but their thirst for power could cause a diminishing of spiritual truth, thus leading to contrived allegiances to governments and other forms of false leadership. 

 

We thank such brave intelligent writers as Mercy Otis Warren for their insights regarding historical perspectives of justice. 

[1] Mercy Otis Warren, The Adulateur, Act I, Scene I, Boston: New Printing Office, 1773.


09 August, 2026

Ballerina

This was a prompt, based on a photo by Keith Carter, which you see below. An example of ekphrasis, you will see my poetic interpretation of Carter's work. 


Ballerina

She had dreams
of becoming a ballerina
but God had other plans
even though she maintained
beauty
discipline
kinesthetic poetry 
on stage.

Up in smoke they went...
forming an obscurity
from which her Truth emerged,
clarified, revitalized:
beauty
discipline
kinesthetic poetry 
in stages.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

To hear my reading of this verse, please click HERE.



08 August, 2026

Harmony of the Spheres


The following is an excerpt from a paper I presented at the Mid-Atlantic Conference for Irish Studies, years ago. I've placed information  about this same topic on my other blog, which can be reached by clicking on the photo to the right.  

Human beings have an inherent need to interact with one another. Yet, they often find themselves struggling with what appears to be the truth of their perceptions. This ambivalence leads to the categorizing of experiences as a way to manage personal reactions. Philosophers, such as Immanuel Kant and Carl Jung, as well as mathematicians, such as Pythagoras and Kepler, have clarified this management in terms of music, more specifically, the music of the spheres.

This concept illustrates that human communication parallels strict mathematical components associated with harmonics. To clarify the concept of harmony of the spheres, one can consider a musical tone that contains the original resonating frequency with overtones creating precise harmonic variations.

Pythagoras’ theory contained the idea that there was a distinct mathematical configuration, establishing a relationship of the harmonic distances between the planets. These harmonics were considered the substance of a planetary influence on the human psyche.

Centuries later, Johannes Kepler clarified this theory with his discovery that harmonic energy emanates from the sun, and there exists an exact harmonic relationship between each planet. Philosophers of the eighteenth century, such as Immanuel Kant, connect Kepler’s theory to the concept of human consciousness.

Thus, music of the spheres represents the harmonics of human thought whereby one idea, emanating from a human being, extends to another throughout the centuries, and overtones or nuances of thought create a new harmonic of the original conception. This new harmonic, then, resonates with another interpretation, and soon, there are many new concepts formed that connect with the original resonating thought.