On love and proving it and how to get the Sonnets to rhyme on the occasion of the man I live with and my anniversary (Also with a wish for our President-Elect. For better or worse, he, too is mine now.) A 420 character 9-liner

On love and proving it and how to get the Sonnets to rhyme on the occasion of our anniversary (with a wish for our President-Elect for he too is ours now.) A 420 character 9-liner

Lit up.

Shakespeare ensured his actors could see the audience

& the audience could see the actors. Transparency.

This is what I want from our President-Elect. Do it right.

Bard thoughts made me alert to a marvelous NPR piece on the Olde Pronunciations.

I’d always wondered why most of the Sonnets didn’t rhyme.

I’ve just learned that when spoken in the old pronunciations

the end of line words rhyme as if

lit up.

-PATTY

The first youtube is Ben Crystal, actor & author of Shakespeare on Toast, performing Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 first in Received Pronunciation, and then in the accent of Shakespeare’s time, Original Pronunciation.

http://www.npr.org/sections/monkeysee/2012/03/24/149160526/shakespeares-accent-how-did-the-bard-really-sound

Even though it’s not quite Thanksgiving, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

For just one more day, my kitschy countertop squash and pinecone turkey can hog the limelight.

 

Spoiler alert:  The Christmas creep is real.  Twinkly stars, plastic Santas, canned carols, garlands and wreaths, sales, sales, sales. They’re everywhere, nudging, prodding, poking, elbowing their way in.

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When, exactly, did Santa turn corporate? When did Christmas become the holiday shopping season?

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Like fruitcake, the outcry ‘Christmas comes earlier every year’ is now tradition. As predictable as that is, it still surprises me.

I ‘m not ready for a million gazillion emails from retail giants that pester me to hurry! hurry! shop now! this deal ends today!

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Except for the ones from the John Lewis Partnership. They sell, well, everything. And with smashing success.  JLP is the bees knees, likely because it’s employee-owned. All 88,900 permanent staff are Partners who own 48 John Lewis shops across the UK, 350 Waitrose supermarkets, an online and catalogue business, a production unit, and, yes, even a farm. The business has annual gross sales of over £11bn and all partners share in the benefits and profits.

Here’s last year’s ad from Britain’s favorite favourite retailer. So luvvly-jubbly.

This year? It’ll have you jumping for joy.

Yes, the Christmas season officially begins on Friday.  
But first…
Hope your Thanksgiving is absolutely scrummy!

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Toni 11/23/16

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Want to see more JLP adverts? (You know you do.)  Click here.

 

I have one foot in one reality and the other in a reality with which I am not familiar. The Ancients call such transitions Sutaka. The default response? Breathe. (a new 420-character-9-line poetry series designed to help me find my center and a sense of agency, post-election.

Inhale.

Readers, thus begins a poetic-juxtapositioning,

my post-election trauma literary antidote,

similar to the post-election proliferation of puppy videos.

I’ll use my own quirky genre–the 420 character-9-line-poem–

to find a way forward, to create mental, spiritual, & physical strength (prana)

so as to unfurl yet again into a joyous (or at least lively) sun salutation

metaphorically & literally. The goal?

Exhale.

PATTY

Caveats and the rare explanation of the series to come:

I took a break, put the whole debacle on the shelf. I reminded myself that I needed to walk and do yoga. I tried to figure out what the heck happened. But now I want to take action. I’m looking for ideas.

Writing helps me be on the lookout for such. I become like that queen that thinks she’s being poisoned & pretty soon all her food tastes off. The 420-character-9-liner helps me juxtapose ideas & that in turn leads me to another, er, another idea. So:

Living as I do in the United States of America, in a Democracy, I of course accept the results of this election. And, planning as I do for the future health of my planet (how can I not, having begat or been responsible for 14 other humans who routinely orbit and blast-off near me) I want to find a way to make a difference.

Should I join an organization, write letters, hold up signs, talk more seriously with friends, speak truth to power, take exception to racist etc language, engage with a social movement, go to the Million Woman March? Psychology (one of my earlier degrees, I wish I’d paid better attention to that one professor in the department) teaches that people feel powerful and centered when they have a sense of agency. That’s where this is going. Thus begins a poetic-juxtapositioning, my post-election trauma literary antidote, similar to the post-election proliferation of puppy videos. I’ll use my quirky genre–the 420 character-9-line-poem–to find a way forward, to create mental, spiritual, & physical strength (prana) so as to unfurl yet again into a joyous (or at least lively) sun salutation metaphorically & literally. The goal? Exhale.

Those who know me will recognize I like to take solution-focused stances. But the Pollyanna-ish aspect of me is pretty shriveled and, in fact, almost gone. Nevertheless! I’m a bit like the rabbi who was questioned about a story he told of a lion who chased him in the dessert. He survived by climbing a tree. “But there are no trees in the dessert!” people scoffed. “Yes, well, that may be,” replies the wise old man, “But what can we do!!”

So. Exactly. What can we do.

Inhale. Exhale.

 

I feel as if I have one foot in one reality and the other in a reality with which I am not familiar. The Ancients call these transitions Sutaka. And the default response has to be this: don’t forget to breathe. (a new 420-character-9-line poetry series designed to help me find my center and a sense of agency, post-election.