[photo by the late, beloved Karen Wilkinson]
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vitals

born 22,147 days ago
not dead yet

no fire in the belly right now but some rumblings

there was a writers conference at phoenix college yesterday
jana bommersbach read from her book about a woman unjustly lynched
beth kendrick described an exchange with her editor that led to rewriting; “the jell-o had set”
(personal: crystal gkill may be the subject of an acrostically poetic page)

five miles of walking in the warm afternoon led to a pre-sick feverishness
muscle spasming after bedtime led to a bad night’s sleep

hope has been a slowly rising variable for the last three weeks
(some wonderful spikes; some awful troughs)

judging from pre-campaign-trail shenanigans the country will continue to be run by baboons

…ellipsis…

life is good and wretched and huggable and golden and sewagey and puzzling and careworn and unblessedly existential

Tomorrow is a special day. The Emma Thompson Project, Segment 6 of 6, will be published. I will then move on to other matters, and the magnificent Ms. Thompson may breathe a sigh of relief. (I’m NOT a stalker, but I seem to be playing one on WordPress. 🙂 )

Meanwhile, all but one of the images that follow may be considered in the same vein that a rocker’s bootlegs may. They are unofficial, not part of the Project, just “I didn’t go yet” loosening-up. The page with the sonnet, though, will play a part in Segment 6. If I can wrestle the sonnet into a less forced-seeming array, I will. But if not it will be on the final image word for word. It is a more ambitious job of wordsmithing than the one I did for Theodore Sturgeon: fourteen lines, iambic pentameter, double acrostic saying EMMA THOMPSON IS EXTRAORDINARY, mutant Petrarchan rhyme scheme, with exactly one of her past, present or future movies or series resident on every line. The extraordinary Emma Thompson, intuition says, must have an extraordinary sonnet.

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Today I fought impatience, clumsiness, and the distraction of the 3rd round of the PGA Master’s tournament, alternating between study-sketches of Emma Thompson with her costars Dustin Hoffman and Sir Anthony Hopkins, and Emma Thompson with three other Emma Thompsons. Catching her likeness is still a hit-or-usually-miss proposition. I have trouble with her chin, her exquisite but caricaturish mouth, and her overall likeness, which in my still-incapable hand ranges from Cate Blanchettish to Florence Hendersonish. Persistence and practice will take care of that, I hope.

Here are the images:

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Long ago a little girl and her dad sang a song to the tune of the theme of “Animaniacs,” a popular cartoon of the time:

We’re KATIE and her Pop
And we NEVER EVER stop
We hope that we don’t flop
A bunny is a lop
Katie AND her
Come and take a GANDer
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Katie and her Pop!
(And we don’t stop!)

Well, those days are forever gone, but the young woman the little girl became still has plenty of mischief in her, and her Old Dad has his fond memories. Daughter and father get together every so often, most recently three days ago on her 25th Birthday, where they had Movie and a Dinner. Next planned outing is a midnight showing of AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON. They’ve been great Movie Buddies since Disney’s Aladdin, and there’s no sign of stopping.

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Here is a pose that is challenging–a sort of one-eighth-profile-from-below-with-a-twist-of-open-mouth–but the photographer (sorry to say I haven’t found the photo source) knew what she or he was doing: Thompson’s exuberant joy and optimism are well showcased.

There’s a movie out now, EFFIE GRAY, for which Thompson wrote the screenplay. She’s won an Oscar for her screenplay adaptation of SENSE AND SENSIBILITY, and is the only actor to win the Academy Award both for screenplay writing and acting. But this latest of hers has not done well in the critical arena, nor if box-office receipts measure success. I’m not in a position to judge, since I haven’t seen the movie (hope to remedy that soon). But, Friends, she’ll be back on her horse again trying, I guarantee it: even the cursory review of her career I’ve had reveals she’s Never Quit through and through.

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the sun is not submersible.
mount everest is, but it would take some doing.

a remote is as submersible as the doomed ocean liner it resembles;
and the remoteness of contentment may lead to submersion…

a troubled heart is submersible
in the disguise of a denying, smiling face…

but if made buoyant by kindness,
and given healing given time and warmth,
the depth is less purposeful,
and the heart may rise,
mend,
seek light,
surface.

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the hatched egg

does the hatched egg
exist?

once
it was all egg.

then

its confines harbored
a being
that in days
instructed by genes
used its new beak
to escape.

so
is
a hatched egg
an egg?
part of it
walked away as if on stilts.

the rest of it
is dried albumen
and calcium deposit.

shell,
not egg, plus
chicken,
not egg.

remnants
of egg
and a living,
fuzzy
miracle.

but there is
in the miraculous human mind
such a thing as a hatched egg.

the hatched egg is Renewal.
the hatched egg is The Resurrection
and The Life.

we fuzzy chicks,
recently renewed
and sticky with the amniotic drippings
of what harbored us,
stilt our new way out
and into the world.

sometimes we save our shells
in our scrapbooks.

My sincere apologies go out to Emma Thompson. In trying to learn her face I’ve brutalized it, taking Kimon Nicolaides’s advice to not be afraid to overwork a drawing in order to learn. Then I did another face study which was UNDERworked. Meanwhile the acrostic poem I cobbled up is full of vagueness, that nonspecificity that may not apply to Emma Thompson much but does not not apply to her. In my defense, Ms. Thompson, the final image and poetry will benefit from these early egregiousnesses.

That said, I did find a cracking good quotation from Meryl Streep that says a lot about the real Emma Thompson as reported by the real Meryl Streep. Therefore, along with what I’ve learned by falling on my face with my versions of her face, plus the inclusion of the all-important word Wit in the acrostic, I’m compelled to declare victory in the execution of stage 2 of 6 of The Emma Thompson Project.

001-5Quoth Meryl Streep regarding Emma Thompson: “She works like a stevedore, she drinks like a bloke, and she’s smart and crack and she can be withering in a smack-down of wits, but she leads with her heart.”

Words to the THOMPSON EMMA double acrostic:

The screen & stage enjoy her vital flame
Her honesty–an ethical gendarme
Harmonics with some dissidence the theme
Outstanding nuanced capturing the aim
Might find her as a widow on a farm
Morose and grappling with her self-esteem
Perhaps a crisis or a death may loom
Perhaps a challenge to her wit & charm
Swept by the wind or by a careless broom
Old–young–carefree, or full of belladonna
No telling what the consequence of karma
Nor even what variety of fauna