21 Monday Nov 2011
Posted in Food, Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
A wagon stopped before the house; she heard
The heavy oilskins of the grocer’s man
Slapping against his legs. Of a sudden whirred
Her heart like a frightened partridge, and she ran
And slid the bolt, leaving his entrance free;
Sonnets from an Ungrafted Tree by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My table is laden with the fecundity of the season.
16 Wednesday Nov 2011
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© Lauren DiMarco
Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning breaks,
All the earth, all the air
Of love and pleasure speaks,
Teach thine arms then to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss.
(Anonymous, English)
I miss our sweet bodies intertwined.
28 Friday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie
Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Would everything be alright?
U2
My guardian angel in the corner of the room.
20 Thursday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie - In the Mirror
Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
Someone Like You by Adele
Here I am!
Model: Lauren DiMarco
18 Tuesday Oct 2011
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Graveyard, Hallowe'en, Longfellow, Paul Revere's Ride, Photography, Poetry, postaweek 2011, Skelton
© Joan Currie
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
from The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The spirits of the dead swirled all around me on my walk today.
11 Tuesday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie
I follow the scent of a woman
Melon heavy
Ripe with joy
Inspiring me
To rip great holes in the night
So the sun blasts through
by Rita Mae Brown – Dancing the Shout to the True Gospel
The gourds, rather than the pumpkins, inspire me this autumn.
09 Sunday Oct 2011
Posted in Art, Design, Photography, Reflections
© Joan Currie
Almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. – Steve Jobs
A Post-it quilt of affection for Steve Jobs grows on both front windows of the first Apple store in Palo Alto, California.
© Joan Currie
08 Saturday Oct 2011
Posted in Art, Photography, Reflections, Writing
© Joan Currie
The spray reached out and sucked her in
It was hardly a noticed thing
That Joan was there and is not now
(Oh go and tell young Featherstonehaugh)
Gone away, gone away
All alone.
Stevie Smith
This lonely shoe on the beach brought to mind the poem, Deeply Morbid. I was a little disturbed that the protagonist and I share the same name.
04 Tuesday Oct 2011
Posted in Art, Design, Photography, Reflections
© Joan Currie
We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. – Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Food from the sea – a heaping serving of kelp noodles.
28 Wednesday Sep 2011
Posted in Art, Design, Photography, Reflections
© Joan Currie - Charcoal on Paper
It’s a natural state. I’ve seen more vulgarity in people wearing clothes.
Laetitia Casta
Strut it!
