Sunday, September 30, 2012

Little girl and the blond:Donna likes to play Sophia

We never thought that we would find this again, but ever since we've been writing a play based on it. Donna
likes to play the little girl. In real life her name is Sophia from New Zealand.

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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Donna and I: Two rabbits at the home of H. W. Longfellow

The home life of Henry W. Longfellow. Reminisce...

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This photo I like: it is the frontpiece from the 1891 edition of the complete works of Longfellow published by Riverside Press and Houghton Mifflin and titled The Old Clock on the Stairs and lists it as a photogravure.

This afternoon Donna and I walked past the "museum" and I told her I was looking for the rabbit that we had seen the last time we were there. By the fence, one of the rabbits was feeding and came towards us, the other following behind from under the bushes a little later.
The architecture on Lowell Street in Cambridge is beautiful. While walking in Rockport, I had found a side street named Granite Street that eventually led to Front Beach, so this time, I turned down Lowell Street, thinking it would lead to Brattle Street, which it does in fact, luckily. She mentioned that I had intentionally gotten us lost in Rockport and I replied that I always get to where we are going. But she was very good about the actual detour and my asking if we could try what seemed to be a good way to go.

Our evening last night was very romantic so I have little time tonight to blog about our attending the Park Street Church last Sunday or our last week haved stopped into Marsh Chapel to allow her to pray, during which I asked the organist what the piece of music had been while she had been sitting in the church alone, to which he replied, "Oh, I wrote that last night.".
Romantic in that our conversation was left off on the topic of her orgasming and I'm waiting to re-begin it.

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Divinity: Mary Magdalene

Karen L. King | Harvard Divinity School

"Jesus said to them, my wife she will be able to be my disciple."

The Egyptian coptic continues, "I dwell with her."

Donna continued our conversation with, "I knew it." when I told her that not only was Jesus thought to be married, but that she had guessed correctly and that it was to Mary Magdalene.

Again, whenever we pass a church I check to see if it is open and if Donna can go in and quietly pray. Sometimes they are. It is whenever it would make her feel better to do so.

Please accept this link to the author that has discovered that Mary Magadalene may have been "The first woman apostle" of Christ.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Donna asked for a photo

After our having spent four days in Gloucester, on Atlantic Road overlooking Bass Rocks near Good Harbor Beach, and Rockport, our winding down Main Street, Railroad Ave, Granite Street and then down Beach Street untill finding the Front Street Beach, when we returned to Cambridge to begin the Autumn, while at lunch I won a raffle. Out of a number of baskets I picked one with an autumn theme, because it seemed feminine and it happened to include things for the kitchen: glasses, plates,bowls, napkins, towels.

When I gave it to Donna- actually we made love during the afternoon- she asked me to take a photo. The table cloth is brown and red with leaves and patterns of autumn.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

I gave Donna roses

I let myself in, left roses on the table while she was in the bathroom and left.

Donna called me to say "Thank you for the roses." She then pulled, "You know I would never sleep with anyone else."
I replied, "Ok, I'll run your errand"- promptly hanging up.

I had began a poem in Rockport and we have made love since without my adding to it right.
Its title is The Inclines of Suspension. Now the line, "how empty you would seem" slipped into it; it there for needs polish and craftmanship.

Silent Film

Monday, September 10, 2012

Donna and I: dinner and another movie, the rose from the beach still on the table.

As we had ended the summer by spending most of the week in Rockport and Gloucester, Donna wanted to begin the "new horizon"- this was the second Labor Day we have spent on the beach, by going to dinner and seeing a movie. Oddly last night was shrimp fried rice and tonight I mentioned that I really hadn't had a grilled cheese sandwich since we began dating. Months ago it was that I hadn't had pastrami while seeing her.
The film: by the end of the evening she had summarized it as having an open ending, which it does, and I added that I hadn't thought that it could be representative of the "unfinished novel", but the fictional novel that appears in the film does show its last page in an insert shot on the screen- it does it twice and I remember that in both shots it reads that it was the 'sweetest thing he had ever seen in his life."...but, the second instance that flashes briefly on screen seemed to be a different paragraph, so during the film I said, "he rewrote the ending"- that happened about mid-point in the film. Not only that but the author the film ends with tells his "student-mistress" to "write her own ending".
I also quoted the end of Moveable Feast because the images on the screen were packed with allusions or references- but if there are four novels I've read by that author, don't ask me what I might happen to remember about the one that did happen to be published posthumously. Is the movie worth seeing in order to rethink what the Great American novel is- probably, if you look at the title. There apparently was a magazine article about one of those four novels soon being republished with a ton of manuscript material that the author had while working out the ending and I did mention that it is now an entirely new reading experience, but I think it was claiming 64 different endings newly published this year along with the old novel. The film coyly has a subplot that flashes back to the Left Bank Existentialists. His daughter dies, his French wife leaves him and he returns to the United States to abandon novel writing. There's a slight clue that he knew a published author personally after returning- ( as the character is relating his story fifty years after the Hollywood Ten, I'll skip over there being "a front" and add that the film is rated P.G. and gives a fairly good amount of tragedy and pith where its harmless plot line can still be sent through as being the story of a young author rather than some banned underground classic resurfacing) He does say something profound quickly toward the end, "You do your best and that's all that you can ask of another person".
The film revolves around its love interest, which is why we decided to see it rather than the other first run movies. You could ask whether it is a matter of the three loves couples in the film unconnecting from each other after having touched each other's existences, but you might not.
There is a shot in the film where there actually is a light change during the shot due to camera movement. In a very dark room, the camera tracks from a dark area toward a light in the upper right hand corner, right before the author begins to type on his computer. It cuts to a close shot where the actors face is in full light, which seems to much of a contrast, but it fits. I might have tried something less of a contrast, and then used the values of the first shot to enrich the second shot. But its a nice slow left to right tracking from a darkened shot to a shot of a small light.
While Donna and I were talking about the fictional novel and its title Window Tears, I said that I would inordinately write "Window of Tears" if I were to write poetry, which changes the meaning or image almost entirely. I like both.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Donna, Rockport, September

Breakfast in Rockport

The (often) good-hearted woman I live with arranged for us to stay and additional night in Rockport to end the Summer and begin the Autumn. Last year we were here for only the weekend. After breakfast I mysteriously brought her a red rose without explaining that there is a florist and greenhouse right nearby. Yesterday morning she had eggs right of Good Harbor Beach with a panoramic view of the ocean, but she actually liked this mornings waffles in Rockport more and said she was surprised by both things.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Rockport Art Association

Artists of the Rockport Art Association:

'via Blog this'

Donna and I walked passed this building this afternoon. It's a pretty street.

Please visit the above link to retreat into the Motif #1 of the fourties.

Pigeon Cove and vicinity: Donna and I spending the weekend on Cape Ann

Pigeon Cove and vicinity

Rockport in 1873- Another old hardcover I can't get through fast enough.

Donna and I are spending the weekend on Cape Ann, my not having begun any typing until the end of the
evening.

Echoes from Cape Ann : Donna and I spending the weekend in Rockport

Echoes from Cape Ann : a book of poems, recitat...

When I have an afternoon to read a lot of poetry I may like to return to this volume. It began to rain after breakfast, which Donna and I had on Atlantic Road in Gloucester, below Good Harbor Beach, but with a view of it. It rained until we were at Front Beach and the Burial Ground in Rockport. We just finished filming her by the (indoor) pool and spa.
There is a claim that Cape Ann was not named for Queen Anne, but for Anne of Denmark. It dates from the 19th century.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Gloucester:Thatcher Road last September, Atlantic Road this year:Spectacular View with Donna

Stage Fort Park Shuttle:

'via Blog this'

We spent most of the afternoon at Bass Rocks, riding the trolley through East Gloucester. We saw sunset at Stage Fort Park, the cold breeze off the ocean refreshing as we saw night fall at the Fisherman's Statue. We had dinner at the same table as we did last year. It was the quietest town that you could think of during the evening, the stores having closed presumably before six o-clock. Donna liked Stiles beach, which is small, but at what she thought could be low-tide, the water seemed shallow. On the trolley we came up with the line of poetry "Diamonds on the Sea", only to find the moon reflected a view from the bedroom which includes nothing but ocean, Twin Lights in the distance.
The light reflects off my laptop screen- I was thinking use my webcam to film, it so happened it was easier to use a digital still camera.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

After a year of red, I gave Donna a white rose; stayed in bed Saturday.

Donna was actually thinking of our going to the play shown in the enclosure below. She is in fact a writer and wanted to write during college.

I can't really explain that one day I met Gloucester poet Vincent Ferrini and the next I came to Boston to study Billy Barnum, but they were comrades- but I did finally write a title for a poem this afternoon, "The Inclines of Suspension". I was looking at a subway bridge that was flat and then the side of a buliding nearby featured a semi-circled room, and I thought, due to how stress plays out architecturally, shouldn't the roof be the semi-cirlcle? Art is usually abstract geometry, which leads to science I really don't try to study.

We still could be going to the play- apparently we missed the fireworks in Gloucester Harbor this weekend. Last year were a eek too early for Liv Ullmann; this year we are a week to early for Judy Collins.

About the rose: I was listening to Music for Human Beings on M. I. T. radio friday night and had skipped giving her a rose because we are readying for our romantic weekend. My message was- please just keep the weekend romantic. Then I thought, if I make it a white rose there will be an element of seriousness to it. She said, "I love it" After all is said and done, we had what is almost breakfast in bed, postponing the romantic friday into Saturday afternoon.

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Gloucester Stage Company

Marie Sweeney Exhibit at Gloucester Stage Company, Aug 30 - Sept. 16

FRI, August 31, Reception following the 8 pm performance

Marie Sweeney is the featured artist at the Glocuester Stage Company from August 30 – September 16 during the run of "Crimes of the Heart" by Beth Henley.

A special Art Opening reception will be held on Friday, August 31 following the 8 pm performance.

Please note that viewing of all Art Exhibits are on performance days only; GSC ticket holders can begin viewing an exhibit when the theater opens one hour before curtain of each performance time.

For more information, please visit the Gloucester Stage Company website at www.gloucesterstage.com or call the GSC Box Office at (978) 281-4433.

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