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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. ๐Ÿ™‚ )

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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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

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Having drawn (bp) a successful conclusion to The Stan Getz Project, this reporter decided to stay on the horse, and so begins The Emma Thompson Project. Why Emma? Short answer: her brave smile.

A legal pad is a good place to begin. It’s cheap and safe. When you’re getting to know a face, it pays to try several times.

“Thompson Emma” is better acrostic fodder than “Emma Thompson” would be, but this is just get-acquainted time and, in the course of learning about Ms. Thompson’s life, a more apt acrostic may present itself. As I’ve said before, Art Spiegelman’s MetaMaus taught me the value of rough drafts for concept exploration.

Since this project is on spec, i.e. uncommissioned, there is no deadline and are no pre-agreed parameters. My main goal is to produce an image that, were Ms. Thompson to see it, will cause her not to smile bravely, but to grin happily.

More to come anon, Friends!

a great-grandfather takes off his shirt and reveals his resemblance to a mudslide
the avalanche of his crepey flesh is offputting to some

his daughter twists her forearm and reveals the ghost of crepe to come
she compares it to her son’s coarse-hair-forested smooth-skinned arm and she sighs

he picks up his baby girl with her micropore blemishless hide
and rejoices in her perfection

a great-grandmother is watching them all with tearmist moistening her spectacles
with a five-word loop in her despairing head:

“the way of all flesh”

judy and chicken

POP goes the culture

Prepare for Judgment Day sang Judy Garland
Onstage in fishnet, tux and tilted hat
Perhaps a southern gentleman named Harland

got bucketed with her & chicken fat
one never knows & that’s how rumors start
evangelizing scandal grists the mills
so Liz & Nicky/Eddie/Dick take part

take center stage take umbrage & take pills
how tragic for a Marilyn or Janis
eclipsed not just by death but also boredom

Comes Jerry Springer’s antics to unman us
until we’ve seen it all in all its whoredom
let’s
take
up
rumor-mangling and pray
elation puts the brakes on Judgment Day

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“boy” and “kite” and “wind”

kite: lightwood doweling, rice paper, rice glue, string
wind: out of the northwest, 3-7mph, some gusts

a pilgrim represented as a boy
holds his life represented as a kite
facing fate represented by the wind.

the pilgrim feels fate push against his life.
to get his life aloft
he will supplement fate with effort
represented by his running like the wind.

aloftness
is subject to
not only the variant wind
plus the speed of the running boy,
but also the surface on which the boy runs
and that which rests on or moves over the surface.

the surface and its denizens
may be thought of as additional fate,
but they are really proof
that metaphors are crude attempts
by the allegorical minds that build them
to cope
through reduction.

the kite vanishes.
the wind dies.
the boy weeps.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” –Robert A. Heinlein

My friend from the Philippines, Marlyn Exconde, just challenged me, thus:

  • Write about love using only 10 lines.
  • Use โ€œloveโ€ in every line.
  • Each line can only be 4 words long.
  • Nominate 10 or so others who are up for the challenge.
  • Let them know about the challenge.
  • Title the post, Love in Ten Linesย 
  • Include a quote about love

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love in ten lines

they who love truly–
with a heartfelt love–
dispense that love willingly,
without reciprocal love required.

love is radiant waveforms.
love is not shakedowns.

love is wishing well;
love returned freely, priceless.

love may seem “lost,”
but LOVE waves–always.

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As for nominating ten or so to do this challenge, I nominate S., G., M., K., B., C., A., D., J., and F. If you’ve read this far, and your first name begins with one of those letters, consider yourself nominated! ๐Ÿ™‚

farewell o farewell

though an atheist and nonbeliever in the hereafter
isaac asimov titled the chapter in his autobiography
that detailed his father judah’s death
“farewell to my father”

perhaps isaac the son was paying peculiar respects
acting as if he believed because he knew his father had believed

farewell is a nice command
and it’s natural to toss it around
though the meaning is warped in the tossing

the everly brothers sang “bye bye love”
which strictly speaking means
“god be with you god be with you love”

or even more strictly speaking means
“may god be with you may god be with you love”
giving it the subjunctive
out of respect for god
who is beyond human command

i have slowly been farewelling a profound love affair
to wish it to fare well is honest
however unrealistic