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Guest Article

Highland Fling

A series of article, part 2

Alan Rayner


in between

Reflection

Julia Ferarri


An A-musing Life

The Art of Flight

Nanci Bern


Vermont Diary

For The Birds


Special Feature

Malory Lake 1950-2017

An appreciation


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Jumping Through Time

in My Life

Jeri Rose


Love In Action

Baby Buddha

Elizabeth Hill


Open Mind

A Transcultural Awareness Experience

Offie Wortham


Old Lady Blog

A Blackbird with Snow Covered Red Hills 1946

for Georgia O’Keefe

Toni Ortner


Monkey’s Cloak

overflowingly so

Charles Monette


The First Glass

John Dante’s Inferno,

A Playboy’s Life -

by Anthony Valerio

Vincent Panella


Love In Action

From the Hands

of Our Fathers

Elizabeth Hill


As I Please

The Black Place II 1944

Georgia O’Keefe

Toni Ortner


SCREENplay

Their Finest

Lawrence Klepp


As I Please

The Langlois Bridge at Arles, 1888

Charles Monette


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Rights and privileges 

Jeri Rose


Open Mind

Does Lifestyle Matter more than Race?

Offie Wortham


Love In Action

Robin in the rain

Elizabeth Hill


As I Please

Bansky

Robert Oeser


The First Glass

Luck

Vincent Panella


Vermont Diary

Change of Season


Selected Letters

Immigrants in Vermont

Philip B. Scott, Governor


Old Lady Blog

The language I speak

is a language of grief

Toni Ortner


As I Please

Homage to Milton Avery

Elizabeth Hill


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Tarnished Gold

Jeri Rose


Monkey’s Cloak

Other voices

Charles Monette


SCREENplay

Elle

Lawrence Klepp


An A-musing Life

The Great Exodus-Salamanders and Passover Crossings

Nanci Bern


An A-musing Life

One Sip at a Time

Nanci Bern


Love In Action

This Land

Elizabeth Hill


Vermont Diary

The British Aren’t Coming — Alas


Open Mind

But The Goalposts Keep Moving!

Offie Wortham


Meanderings

‘Beware the ides of March’

Charles Monette


Write On!

Grey Tower

Phil Innes


The First Glass

Writing like a Painter

Vincent Panella


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Racism vs Sexism

Jeri Rose


Monkey’s Cloak

Ice floes slow

Charles Monette


Urban Naturalist

The Sanctuary in Late Winter:

a Long-Deferred Visit to Hogle Offers Rewards and Raises Concerns

— part 2 —

Lloyd Graf


Love In Action

Mein Yertle

Elizabeth Hill


SCREENplay

Lion

Lawrence Klepp


Urban Naturalist

The Sanctuary in Late Winter:

a Long-Deferred Visit to Hogle Offers Rewards and Raises Concerns

— part 1 —

Lloyd Graf


100 Years Ago

Births Jan-Jun 1917


With Prejudice

With Prejudice — 4 topics

Elizabeth Hill


O Citoyen!

Four Pennies

Robert Oeser


With Prejudice

Flesh of My Flesh:  Reflections on Prejudice & Love

Shanta Lee Gander


With Prejudice

Finding America

Vincent Panella


Story Page

Matinicus The Marvelous Cat

MM Kizi


Meanderings

White as Snow

Charles Monette


Love In Action

People Power in Pink

Elizabeth Hill


Open Mind

Populism

Offie Wortham


Meanderings

White Buffalo in the Sky

Charles Monette


Monkey’s Cloak

Venus Smiled

Charles Monette


An A-musing Life

A resolute spirit

Nanci Bern


StudioTWO

The Owens


The First Glass

For the Birds

Vincent Panella


Chess

“The Mating Game”

Phil Innes


Overheard

Literacy

part 1, the USA


Love In Action

New Year’s Reflections on

“Charlotte’s Web”

Elizabeth Hill


Vermont Diary

Spiritual Theft in the

Year of the Monkey


SCREENplay

Manchester by the Sea

Lawrence Klepp


Meanderings

White Mountain

Charles Monette


The First Glass

San Diego, Ocean Beach – November 17, 2016

Vincent Panella


SCREENplay

Allied

Lawrence Klepp


Monkey’s Cloak

Oh, Holidays

Nanci Bern


Old Lady Blog

Gone/ All Gone

Toni Ortner


An A-musing Life

Mushroom Soup with John

Nanci Bern


in between

FEAR

Julia Ferarri


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Racism vs Sexism

Jeri Rose


Meanderings

Last leaves leaving

Charles Monette


Love In Action

Braveheart

Elizabeth Hill


Urban Naturalist

Hogle in Fall:

a Subdued Sanctuary Hunkers Down for Winter

Lloyd Graf


Vermont Diary

Quality of Life


An A-musing Life

11/12 and Counting

Nanci Bern


World & US Energy News

Nov 15 Just one day in the energy life of the planet

George Harvey


Meanderings

As if

Charles Monette


Open Mind

What Will Become Of The Trump Faithful?

Offie Wortham


Monkey’s Cloak

Clouds

Charles Monette


Write On!

Castle Dor


Vermont Diary

Words or Deeds


SCREENplay

Sully

Lawrence Klepp


Love In Action

Living in the Twilight Zone

Elizabeth Hill


100 Years Ago

Births

in 1916


Chess

Susan Polgar:

Little Known Feminist Icon

Alicia Colon


Natural Inclusivity

What is ‘Natural’ Science?

Alan Rayner


Meanderings

Evil frog monsters

Charles Monette


SCREENplay

The Girl on the Train

Lawrence Klepp


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Who Sleeps Daily in S.C.?

&

S.C. City Council

Jeri Rose


Monkey’s Cloak

Why just now

Charles Monette


in between

After a Fire Puja

Julia Ferarri


Vermont Diary

Out of the closet


Old Lady Blog

LESBOS, GREECE

Toni Ortner


The First Glass

Journal Entry –

October 3, 2016

Vincent Panella


Meanderings

Another way up

Black Mountain

Charles Monette


SCREENplay

The Light Between Oceans

Lawrence Klepp


Love In Action

Déjà Vu at Asteroid Chasm

Elizabeth Hill


SCREENplay

Café Society

Lawrence Klepp


An A-musing Life

A Snow Bunny in Summer

Nanci Bern


Meanderings

The mountain was soft

Charles Monette


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Malaise

Jeri Rose


Meanderings

Black Mountain

Charles Monette


Vermont Diary

Out of time


The First Glass

Who Art In : Moment : Youth

Vincent Panella


Urban Naturalist

THE HOGLE PANORAMA

Lloyd Graf


Love In Action

The Pony Man

Elizabeth Hill


Vermont Diary

Lots of words to it


Monkey’s Cloak

Beyond the pale

Charles Monette


Monkey’s Cloak

North York Moods

A series of observations and poems by Alan Rayner, part 7

‘Bridestones’


Love In Action

“The Missionary of Water”

Dr. Masaru Emoto

Elizabeth Hill


Selected Letters

Marbles

Offie Wortham


Old Lady Blog

from a forthcoming work...

Toni Ortner


in between

A QUIET RAIN FALLS

Julia Ferarri


Open Mind

The power of “Instant” News in producing stress and anxiety

Offie Wortham


An A-musing Life

Frost in the Summer

Nanci Bern


Vermont Diary

Birthday boy


Love In Action

Neptune and Jupiter

Elizabeth Hill


Monkey’s Cloak

North York Moods

A series of poems

by Alan Rayner, part 5

Howard’s Castle


Selected Letters

In Memoriam

Dorothy M. Rice, 1919 - 2016


Open Mind

Malcolm and Ali

Offie Wortham


Vermont Diary

SHOCK of the Present


Open Mind

Can we bite the bullet until after November?

Offie Wortham


Monkey’s Cloak

SHAVUOT

Nanci Bern


Monkey’s Cloak

five directions, five fingers, five roots

Charles Monette


Vermont Diary

US Politics for Forns from Yurp [part deux]


Monkey’s Cloak

UP NORTH

Phil Innes


Write On!

Women of the Mounds

Charles Monette


Open Mind

Colleges where your child can earn a Degree for Free

Offie Wortham


Love In Action

SEND IN THE CLOWNS

Elizabeth Hill


Vermont Diary

Ticks and Tourism


World & US Energy News

Just one day’s news

in early May

George Harvey


Old Lady Blog

Lights out or the weather of the apocalypse

Toni Ortner


Write On!

Daniel Berrigan

Charles Monette


Vermont Diary

Over the Mountain


Love In Action

The First Lady of the World

Elizabeth Hill


Monkey’s Cloak

May I

Charles Monette


Vermont Diary

Is the experiment with republics now over?


Post Oil Solutions

Tipping Point

Tim Stevenson


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

“How Drumpf wins”

Jeri Rose


Vermont Diary

WEIRD WYOMING — A LETTER TO ENGLAND


OVERHEARD

O say can you see...

A test severe of on-line language translators


Vermont Diary

QUINTISH


Love In Action

THE DANCING FOOLS

Elizabeth Hill


REAL FOOD !

Parsnip Soup


Vermont Diary

PC, Euphemisms, including death and toilets


Urban Naturalist

AMPHIBIANS AND OTHER CRITTERS COPE WITH EQUINOCTAL CONFUSION

Lloyd Graf


Selected Letters

Tennessee Tensions

Rob Mitchell


Vermont Diary

Couple pointers

for President Trump


Old Lady Blog

Call from a Scientologist friend

Toni Ortner


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

The Hinge of Perception

Jeri Rose


Monkey’s Cloak

Bird of transcendence

Matti Salminen


Vermont Diary

FLIGHT PATH OPTIONS


Monkey’s Cloak

Tibetan dream song

Charles Monette


in between

One hundred and twenty six years

Julia Ferarri


CURIOUS TOPICS

Gull Summit — Prime Minister concerned over Hitchcockian behavior


View From A Bridge

Golgonooza

Brian D. Cohen


Love In Action

SUMMER, 1947

Elizabeth Hill


Weekly Feature

In conversation with

Archer Mayor


Overheard

“REVENANT”

Which turns out to be very old


Overheard

Honkie Dilemma

A quiz


100 Years Ago

Major Literary Events


Monkey’s Cloak

Einstein’s Eyes

Charles Monette


Chess

The Silence of the Pawns

Paul Truong


100 Years Ago

A chronological overview of the year 1916


Natural Inclusivity

A new understanding of the evolutionary kinship of all life on Earth.

Alan Rayner


Vermont Diary

Featuring the numbers 7, 40, 911, 12, respectively


Write On!

Faery Stories 6,000 years old


World & US Energy News

Just one day’s news

in early February

George Harvey


Vermont Diary

Paint, peeling; plus more news of White Men


Monkey’s Cloak

Momentarily

Charles Monette


Love In Action

HOME

Elizabeth Hill


Urban Naturalist

Season of the Fox [part 3 of 3]

Lloyd Graf


in between

“There comes a moment in life when the dead outnumber the living.”

Julia Ferarri


CURIOUS TOPICS

No screaming — we are the police!


Open Mind

“Who would Dr. King support in 2016?”

Offie Wortham


Monkey’s Cloak

Entering a moonlit forest

Charles Monette


Chess

Saudi’s, Satan and so on


Vermont Diary

The British Aren’t Coming


World & US Energy News

Just one days news in the life of the planet

George Harvey


CURIOUS TOPICS

We shouldn’t laugh


Selected Letters

Robert Oeser with Fire Chief Mike Bucossi


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Attempts at Transport

Jeri Rose


Monkey’s Cloak

What Do We Want?

Jeri Rose


Monkey’s Cloak

Awoke in the starless hour

Charles Monette


CURIOUS TOPICS

All washed up — Global trash


Monkey’s Cloak

Okay, we’ve looked there

Charles Monette


Love In Action

Reflections on Grandpa Ross Turning The House

Elizabeth Hill


Vermont Diary

A strange accounting


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Inklings of Immortality

Jeri Rose


Curious Topics

Raining Cats and Dogs

& Jack the Psycho Rabbit


Vermont Diary

Come to think of it


Vermont Diary

Notes from underground


An A-musing Life

The Hebrew Month of Kislev and Chanukah

Nanci Bern


Old Lady Blog

Omyra Sanchez

Toni Ortner


REAL FOOD !

Secret History of the Pasty


Monkey’s Cloak

Looking back dark

Charles Monette


Love In Action

Dear England, Please Send Me A Redheaded Boy

Elizabeth Hill


Write On!

Castle Freeman, Jr. 

The Devil in the Valley.

A review by Laura C. Stevenson


Vermont Diary

Hunger’s Ground-Zero

in Our Town


Monkey’s Cloak

The Back-up Bird

Charles Monette


Guest Article

The Angels of Reinca

A Compleat Graphic Novel Story

M.M. Kizi


Chess

Madonna vs. Julia Roberts

and other matches


Vermont Diary

On Aggression


Write On!

Singing with Bobby Fischer

Patti Smith


Urban Naturalist

Introducing...

Lloyd Graf


Selected Letters

Qi Gong on Black Mountain

Ken Masters


Old Lady Blog

Strike out

Toni Ortner


Love in Action

“All is Very, Very Well.” ~Eileen Caddy

Elizabeth Hill


An A-musing Life

Draped in Time

Nanci Bern


Open Mind

The New Israel

Offie Wortham


Love In Action

Boy With Many Hats

Elizabeth Hill


OVERHEARD

Have no truck with


An A-musing Life

A Penne for your thoughts

Nanci Bern


Vermont Diary

Something wonderful just happened


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

The Incense of magic

Jeri Rose


Chess

Review of The Immortal Game: A history of chess

Lawrence Klepp


in between

Developing trust

Julia Ferarri


Love In Action

The Language of Form

Elizabeth Hill


Studio3

Strolling with Bernie

Photographic Essay





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In Passing

publisher’s notes

on current contributions

with extracts





Julia Ferrari

REFLECTION

in between



 

This week I had a dream in which I encountered several mirrors. This led me to contemplate the meaning of Reflection…and what that word may encompass? When we reflect, we pause to understand the reasons, cause, effect or results of something…we examine or “turn things over” in our mind at length, until we understand it. But we are also a source of reflection. Every day, knowingly or unknowingly, we reflect the status of our inner life and attitude to others and ourselves.


    A mirror is both static and changing because it is a tool of reflection. What we see in it is often the result of our inner voice and opinions as much as it is of what is actually there in front of us. We sometimes decry our abilities, our looks, our value and our accomplishments (at times even our very significance) when we gaze into a mirror, flinching at its imperfect image. Yet it is likely not the image but our opinion of ourselves that causes us to see beyond it to more negative thoughts. We participate in the acknowledgement of our accomplishments and beauty to the degree that we are able to stay open to a non-judgmental self view, refraining from unnecessary negativity. Often our thoughts reflect back inner fears that have nothing to do with reality. If so, it becomes time to step away from the critical, debasing self-reflection, and find instead a more tolerant gaze through to ourselves. 


   The Latin word for "mirror" is "speculum," which originally meant scanning the sky. When we speculate, we scan the future for hints of what will come. We speculate about our prospects of getting a new job, on the results of a relationship, or on the outcome of a presidency. That state of reflection upon certain sets of circumstances is fed by our own fears and motivations. Even if we want the job, or the relationship, we can find ways to undermine or spoil its prospects if we keep focusing on the negative, instead of actively participating in building something stable. through small efforts.


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Nanci Bern

The Art of Flight

An A-musing Life




I worked in a chiropractic office in NYC in the 90’s. I was a chiropractic assistant, which meant that I gave ultrasound and electrical stimulation treatments, hot and cold packs, general comfort and a listening ear. I was also free to offer the various healing modalities that I gave to private healing clients. This ranged from hands on healing, flower essence, journey work while under my bear fur, to spiritual teachings and counseling to whatever else was appropriate.


Our chiropractic patients ranged from those who would have no part of my work, to those who were open and soon became steady visitors, to those who came specifically for this.  Funnily enough, there was one patient who did not believe in any of this ‘stuff’, yet insisted on keeping my card in his wallet because he just liked to know that it was there. But he didn’t believe. Hmm.


While I cared about all of our patients, I did have some that I especially looked forward to working with. Some of these  were the performers from Circus Oz. Based in Australia, they were one of the first circus groups to show the world that this aerial, gymnastic and juggling-to name just a few of their skills- kind of circus is indeed an art; not just a mind boggling athletic feat. This is an art form of entertainment, social commentary, and flat out astounding expressions of beauty and skill that flies you through the air, to the ground, to out into and over amazed audience’s heads.


For the week that they were in town, each day some would limp a little, wince a little and smile much as they got onto my table. Having a theatre and dance background that had come to an abrupt halt due to a serious injury and seriously bad medical care, I empathized with their pain and knew just what they needed. It was a meeting of the spirits and I always felt a little healed by their visit.


They were living their passion and the world happily imbibed in their wondrous offerings. In turn, they drank in the joy they received by this appreciation and chance to give what they so dearly loved.. Many of them also reveled in passing on their skills to those who were clearly on the stage path, and also to those who came for personal enjoyment and growth. There is nothing like seeing someone gain confidence and find another aspect of themselves they didn’t even know they had. Does it get better than this?


Not one of them was willing to give into their pain. “The show must go on” is a living and breathing entity, not just a five work flick of the tongue.


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For The Birds

Vermont Diary




Having driven down to New Haven to set my wife on a train for a road trip holiday down to the Carolinas by car, train, car again, I retreated from the 92 degree coastal heat and pollution already at evil level by 10:00am to a remarkable 62 back here in Vermont at noon.


Next day I attended the community kitchen at 6:30 and on coming home noticed that my wife today would be traveling through an area around the Chesapeake Bay where severe thunderstorms and tornados were forecast.


I also noticed that the cats were attendant on the wood-stove, cool this past couple months. In fact a flashlight and careful listening did reveal there was something in it, and being a rational person I deduced it was either a bird which had fallen down the chimney, a mouse or giant vampire rat that had done the same, or a Northern White Gator just waiting for someone to open the door so it could snap a bit before easing itself under the fridge.


As I said, we Vermonters are sober, sensible people, so I waited an hour and a half before rationally concluding that it was in fact a bird, and concocting a plan of how to get it out and not let it loose in a house with 3 cats.


3 Cats now angrily banned upstairs while I tested the tall garbage bag in front of the woodstove so I could open the stove through the bag, and the bird would, grateful for fresh air, drop into the bag, and Bob’s your uncle!


It went off perfectly, I bagged the stove, opened the door of stove, bird came out in two seconds and in two seconds more was flying around the kitchen — hitting one window, then across the room to crash against the other side, then residing puzzled on the draining board. It let me get up close with the garbage bag, used like gloves, and I got it, put it outside on the porch rail.


It cheeped a bit for five minutes, seemed okay and safe, and I went to do something, on return it was gone.


What is the moral of this tale? It has no presidents in it! Whatever this episode might mean to me was gained locally, and with engaged body mind and soul as alternative orientations.


It is just a Vermont Diary entry, and likely more qualified by where one did not put one’s attention, so that ‘just’ is worth a mild emphasis.


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An Appreciation

Malory Lake

1950 - 2017

Special Feature





Vermont artist Mallory Lake uses the landscape as her subject matter.  She has long been inspired by the landscapes of Italy, primarily Tuscany but also the lake regions by Lake Como and of Venice.  Recent work has focused on architecture and interiors, of Italian cafes, the urban landscapes of New York and imagery of vintage steam trains which have been inspired by film noir. Mallory Lake's pastel paintings are created using handmade Sennelier pastels from France on La Carte paper.  Pastel, because it is pure pigment, has a richness, permanence and depth of color not found in any other medium.  The paper is coated with vegetable fibers which give it a "tooth".  This allows the extremely soft pastels to be built up in many layers and produces a rich and buttery surface.


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Alan Rayner

Highland Fling

A series of articles - Part 2

Guest Article




Saturday 10th June


We drive up to our accommodation for the next 7 days at Glengarry House, Tyndrum, stopping for a sandwich lunch beside Loch Lomond, which evokes a strong memory from childhood.


Bonnie Banks Revisited

Aged six

In these clear, broad, tranquil waters,

Charmed by the green, wet luxuriance

Of dripping foliage and cushion covers

Over its margins –

In stark comparison to the sticky heat of Kenya –

I caught an eel

With my new birthday fishing rod and line

Weighted with lead and baited with worm


The shock of its pull

Electrified me

With unanticipated new experience


Shaking, I had to hand my rod over to a young Scotsman

Who carried with him an air of confidence,

Know how -




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Jeri Rose

Jumping Through Time in My Life 

Archetypal Hippie Speaks





<extract>  The gecko has climbed up the empty bottle and is trying to glean something from under the cap. I move slowly to remove the cap and give it access to all the goodies within because though it is empty to me, the bottle is replete with drops that would fill a gecko’s desire. The gecko jumps away even though I move slowly. I get the top off and wait. The gecko returns, but having learned that the bottle is shut, it does not check again to learn that I removed the top. It jumps into my waste can looking for what I have tossed there. I am sorry I did not leave the top off in the first place.


                I think my regrets are a waste of emotion. When I was three, a medical doctor came when I had a cold and gave me an injection. He did not tell me what he was going to do. He put me face down over the bed and dropped my pajamas and stabbed a needle into my buttock. I naturally clenched and there was a silence. He and my mother were staring at his needle in horror because the needle had broken inside my body. I did not know. Then my mother took me to a place. I did not know what the place was. She removed my clothes in this strange place and put me in pajamas. She pointed out that the pajamas were like my own. They were white cotton with cartoon characters. They had feet at the bottom of the legs and a flap over my butt and they closed with snaps. They were exactly like the ones I wore at home. Then a woman came in with a chair on wheels. It had a tall back and seat that were of woven cane. I was told to sit in the chair.


                I said that I could walk. She thought otherwise and recruited another woman to help pick me up and carry me. I struggled mightily and kicked one in the face and they got a couple more to hold me and put me in a crib in a room with lots of other children. They put stuffed animals in the crib with me. I saw that another girl had books. I wanted the books. Another girl said she wanted the dolls a different child had. Everyone wanted to switch what they had. One of the children had been there a long time and a woman came in and wheeled her around the room once in a while to give her a change of pace. I arranged for everyone to give the girl their toys in order and to make exchanges so everyone got the toys they wanted.


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Elizabeth Hill

Baby Buddha

Love In Action




Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful ~ Thich Nhat Hanh


Recently, I spent time in Brattleboro, VT with my friend Nancy from Ontario. As women friends often like to do, we browsed all the shops on Main Street.


At first, one place seemed like an ordinary bead and stone jewelry-making establishment, but ordinary it was not. Standing at the store’s register, and with just a quarter turn of my head, I spotted a little being there on a shelf, calling to me. Small in stature but huge in soul, she beckoned that I hold her. She fit nicely in my hand, while her eyes carried me way far back through the ages.


“Where did she come from?” I asked the shopkeeper, who grinned with delight at my noticing. I called her she though such an iconic figure need not be gender assigned.


“She’s very old, made in China in the early nineteenth century, ” he remarked. “She was part of an estate collection.”


My noticing continued then to another shelf where sat a row of coarsely sculpted clay figures. “Where did you get these? Are they tomb figures? How old are they?” I asked in amazement! “Yes,” he replied, “They are from ancient tombs in the Philippines.”


One question led to another until the shopkeeper, whose name is Brian (who lived for a year in a hole in the ground—but that’s for another story), invited Nancy and me to see the downstairs museum of ancient jewelry, stones, and other ritual-related objects he had collected from around the world.


At the bottom of the stairs there was a stunningly gorgeous arched double door that looked as if it hailed from the beginning of time. It was rich with thick remnants of bright and varied colors between deep cracks that ran like rivers across its surface. Large brass rings flanked the keyhole, which allowed both sides to open ceremoniously toward us.



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Offie Wortham

A Transcultural Awareness Experience

Open Mind




 

          Why, some may ask, is there a need for another discussion or workshop on ethnicity or race? What ever happened to Integration? Wasn’t that what we were fighting for during the Civil Rights Movement? Why can’t we just accept and celebrate the new world of Ethnocentrism and Multiculturalism, and the ethnically separate graduations, dorms, dining halls, and even classrooms?


The Transcultural Awareness Institute is part of a process created by Offie Wortham and Pete Seeger for a series of dialogues at the Howland Center for Cultural Exchange in Beacon, NY in 2001. The purpose was to promote dialogue and the exchange of information and understanding between individuals from different socio-economic classes, ethnic/racial groups, and various ethical or religious groups.


What is Transcultural Awareness? How is it different from Multiculturalism?


We propose transcultural dialogue in distinction to mere intercultural dialogue. This points to the capability of transcending (and, thereby, transforming) one’s own horizon of understanding towards other forms of cultural self-realization, rather than just relating and comparing abstract contents of one’s own cultural environment to another. In the process our own cultural awareness is shaped by the interaction with other cultures, and it reaches a level beyond its original setup.


This approach, versus one with a Euro centric orientation, is one of dialogue on the cultural, level. Based on a concept of culture as "a system of interconnected values, perceptions, and modes of interaction" this approach requires a new doctrine of public education which should make understandable the values and world views of other civilizations, doing away with any form of cultural exclusivism, tribalism, or ethnocentrism.


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Toni Ortner

A Blackbird with Snow Covered Red Hills 1946 for Georgia O’Keefe

Old Lady Blog




Here is an excerpt from Toni Ortner’s MSS for a book on Georgia O’Keefe; two poems in the current article.

        


You say the hills are red but all I see is white snow & light rising like mist to push out the blue of air.


You say this is a blackbird, but if this was a hill and a blackbird flying over it surely the blackbird would seem small, yet the wings stretch right across the sky. The bird is not a bird. It is flight.

What you said is not what you painted.

Appearance is deceptive.



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Charles Monette

overflowingly so

Monkey’s Cloak




thoughts dying in clouds

focus within reach

abruptly pushed over edge


thoughts wander, wonder over water

never landing

burning out


cosmic relatedness

all relates to all after all

random stirrings of memory


mind soaring, soaring beyond

imagination gliding

a splash of color scalds the earth


inspiration’s shaking foundations

stirring up rough dirt

far flung falling… an abysmal feeling


unreliable winds pelting exalted thoughts

blowing tree tops… life’s fluctuating fray

jump startled by thunder’s explosive cracks


vaulting over reckless danger

assiduously revised

I come to you… a spur to writing



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Vincent Pinella

John Dante’s Inferno, A Playboy’s Life - by Anthony Valerio

The First Glass




            HELL AND BACK


 In A Playboy’s Life, Anthony Valerio tells the story of an ordinary man who, almost without effort, finds himself in an extraordinary situation. This lively and skillfully written biography takes as its subject John Aimola, a son of Italian immigrants who renames himself John Dante and begins an intense relationship with Hugh Hefner, founder of the Playboy brand. The fascinating part of this book is the way Valerio relates John’s life to the great epic poem of his literary idol, Dante Alighieri, whose Inferno is based on the concept that the punishment for sin would resemble the sin itself.


 John was born to immigrants who settled in Chicago in the early 1900’s. The family wanted their son to avoid the street gangs and mobsters in the Italian section where they lived and sent him to a boarding school run by Benedictine monks. The monks taught The Divine Comedy, the poem about a pilgrim – Dante himself – who must journey through Hell’s inferno before he can attain Paradise. At the school one monk would read the poem in Italian while another used a pull down screen to flash Gustav Dore’s famous illustrations of sinners in the circles of Hell.


 As John grows older he never forgets the monks’ lessons while at the same time he becomes aware after some early sexual encounters that he is attractive to women. John is handsome and good natured and smart and easy to like. After a brief stint in organized crime, and a short career as a bartender, he opens a night club in a poor area of Chicago and calls it Dante’s Inferno. He decorates the walls with Doré reproductions and places ads in Playboy – a magazine he read and collected. One night a curious Hugh Hefner arrives at the club and John Aimola introduces himself as John Dante. Hefner likes him at once and the meeting begins a decades-long friendship which ends when the two men grow older and the Playboy phenomenon subsides.


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Lawrence Klepp

Their Finest

SCREENplay




One of the things Great Britain was surely fighting for in World War II, aside from its own survival and the fate of Western Civilization, was the incomparable cultural tradition known as British humor. No country has been richer in humor—in comic novels, in whimsical nonsense of the Edward Lear and Lewis Carroll and P.G. Wodehouse sort, or the Goon Show and Monty Python sort—while “German humor,” for instance, is not a phrase that leaps to mind. So it is fitting that Their Finest extracts engaging humor from a story with an intrusively somber background, the darkest days of the war in the winter of 1940-41, when Britain stood alone against the Nazis and the Blitz was reducing sections of London to rubble.


A young Welsh woman named Catrin Cole (Gemma Arterton) has moved to London to be with her lover, a struggling painter named Ellis (Jack Huston) who lives in a canvas-cluttered garret. Needing to pay their rent, she takes a job with a unit of the British Ministry of Information that is turning out inspiring war movies to keep British morale up. The job initially is to write “the slop,” as her cynical screenwriting colleague Tom (Sam Claflin) calls the sentimental dialogue aimed at women in the audiences. The unit’s boss, delectably played by Richard E. Grant, offers her two pounds a week, much less than her mainly male colleagues are getting.


The movie unit wants to make a film about civilian participation in the evacuation of the British army from Dunkirk. Catrin goes out to the coast and finds twin sisters who had gone out on their uncle’s boat as part of the motley flotilla. The problem is that they never got to Dunkirk. The engine quit, and they turned back. One major part of the film’s light-touch comedy is the way a satisfying fictional version is hammered out of the uncooperative facts at breakneck speed, in story conferences and late-night sessions with the typewriters. It’s as amusing and revealing an account of moviemaking inspiration and desperation as any Hollywood behind-the-scenes movie. And in the process Catrin becomes the writer that the whole project depends on

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Philip B. Scott, Governor

to Columnist Robert Oeser

Immigrants in Vermont

Selected Letters





This letter is a response to an inquiry by Robert Oeser, JP, of Brattleboro


Dear Robert,


Thank you for reaching out to me about the recent arrests made by Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). I, too, am troubled by recent events. As I’ve said, I will continue to protect our state’s values, and uphold the legal, ethical and moral standards – and Constitutional rights and liberties – that have distinguished America from the rest of the world for generations.


My team and I have reached out to ICE in order to meet and discuss recent arrests and deportation proceedings. We have also been in contact with Vermont’s congressional delegation to collaborate over this issue. One of the interesting facts we have learned is that there are just 10-12 immigration arrests in Vermont each year, and almost all of them are because the individual was convicted of a criminal offense. 


I will do everything in my power to ensure that ICE is only taking actions for which they have authority under federal law. Furthermore, I have signed into law Act 5 which protects Vermont residents from compulsory collection of information regarding religious beliefs, practices, or affiliation, or the disclosure of religious and other personally identifying information for purposes of establishing a federal registry or database based on that information. I believe that all Vermonters should be afforded government benefits and protections without regard to their sex, sexual orientation, gender identity, marital status, race, color, religion, national origin, immigration status, age, or disability. 


I assure you that I will remain vigilant concerning this issue as the situation develops. Thank you again for taking the time to write.


Sincerely,

Philip B. Scott

Governor



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Phil Innes

Grey Tower

Write On!




The same guy was sitting on his plastic chair to the right of the main doors as he had done for 15 years. It cost him 35% to beg there, and all due to the dude in the big tower. It was worth it, since people going in and out didn’t nickel and dime, they dropped fives, sometimes fifties.


He saw some characters going in, Indians, he thought, one older guy in a so-so suit and the other in native dress, blue jeans, sneakers but beaded around the neck with couple tattoos too. He didn’t press the alert button.


Inside the guilt foyer this pair showed their papers and were directed to a guarded elevator where one other person waited — he in a suit, grey-to-white, and wearing a cotton tie also in shades of cream and grey, with prismatic tinges.


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MM Kizi

Matinicus — The Marvelous Cat

Story Page




A full graphic novel

in slide show format


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The Owens

StudioTWO




Every now and again I send people one of these images, and recipients are entranced, or more than that, fascinated.


Here is a selection of the overused word ‘unique’ work, but in this case entirely justified.  What follows are images, contact information with a few notes on the artists.


The Old Chapel is the home and studio of artists F. John  and Fiona Owen.

Each year, for three weeks of the summer, the two painters exhibit their paintings in their  studio. It is an annual Midsummer Celebration - a visual journal of their year, recording their travels and their daily walks.

This year will be the 29th year at the Chapel, and at the exhibition  the  three  year  project   "Weeds in the Heart" -

"A Five Valleys Herbal" will be launched - this is an  illustrated book by Nathaniel Hughes and Fiona Owen. The new book is 176 pages,  an A4 book with full colour throughout , with gilded paintings, illuminations & drawings. 

Their hillside garden is spread over an acre of terraced cliff, with a Gothic tower, pond house and box hedged potager.

Every June, the studio becomes an exhibition space for their paintings. It is twenty-nine years since they moved to the Chapel and they have brought up their two children, Laurence and Meredith there  -  both are now practicing artists .


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Passages

Nelson Mandela

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If you want to make peace with your enemy, you have to work with your enemy. Then he becomes your partner.


It is better to lead from behind and to put others in front, especially when you celebrate victory when nice things occur. You take the front line when there is danger. Then people will appreciate your leadership.


Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.


I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.


It always seems impossible until it's done.


For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.


After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.


A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination.


There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.


The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.


There is no passion to be found playing small - in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.


Not Quite The Thing

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Anguished English

James Lederer




Defendants speech ends with long sentence


•On a Tennessee highway: Take notice: when this sign is under water, this road is impassable.


•Johann Bach wrote a great many musical compositions and had a large number of children. In between, he practiced on an old spinster which he kept in his attic. Bach died from 1750 to the present.


•A cow wandered into my car. I was later informed that the cow was half-witted.


•The concert held in Fellowship Hall was a great success. Special thanks to the minister’s daughter, who labored the whole evening at the piano, which as usual fell upon her.



Image Notes — May 24

Martin Luther





Editorial Note: I often see questions about any of the daily speakers I put up, usually as a challenge to how people were, rather than what they said. Here is a fine example with Luther who was not just a little bit conflicted about professing peace, theocratic rule from an inner inspiration, and detestation of war — since he otherwise wrote as if proposing mass murder :—


On the Jews and Their Lies (German: Von den Jüden und iren Lügen; in modern spelling Von den Juden und ihren Lügen) is a 65,000-word anti-Jewish treatise written in 1543 by the German Reformation leader Martin Luther.


Luther's attitude toward the Jews took different forms during his lifetime. In his earlier period, until 1537 or not much earlier, he wanted to convert Jews to Christianity, but failed. In his later period when he wrote this particular treatise, he denounced them and urged their persecution.


In the treatise, he argues that Jewish synagogues and schools be set on fire, their prayer books destroyed, rabbis forbidden to preach, homes burned, and property and money confiscated. They should be shown no mercy or kindness, afforded no legal protection, and "these poisonous envenomed worms" should be drafted into forced labor or expelled for all time. He also seems to advocate their murder, writing "[W]e are at fault in not slaying them"


Subsequently Martin Luther is honored in various ways by Christian traditions coming out directly from the Protestant Reformation, i.e. Lutheranism, the Reformed tradition, and Anglicanism. Branches of Protestantism that emerged afterwards vary in their remembrance and veneration of Luther, ranging from a complete lack of a single mention of him to a commemoration almost comparable to the way Lutherans commemorate and remember his persona. There is no known condemnation of Luther by Protestants themselves.


Art & Soul

Notes on Creating by Audrey Flack


Exhibiting Work

  




QUESTION: How Can I get my work out?


ANSWER: Find new sources for exhibiting. Don’t rely on the old power structure. Find new sources in the community. All artists cannot exhibit in New York City. Where you are is good. Build up your own area, particularly if there is a weak cultural community. They need you for their vision. All Italian artists did not go to Rome. There were Venetians, Florentines, Umbrians, Sienese. Regionalism is important.


    —From a lecture at

        University of South Florida,

        Tampa.


Now, here, this!  June 18


Short & Long-term forecasts





BRATTLEBORO VERMONT

...SEVERE THUNDERSTORMS and a flood warning


A useful on-line resource tracking real-time lightning strikes

http://www.lightningmaps.org/




To This Degree

An image a day every day of the year



 

Photos of the Day


Last sunset from the Carolina banks

&

A White House, [Latchis Theater], Brattleboro