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I have some problems, but I am only going to talk about one of them in this blog post.  I have too many damn library books.  These are the books I have to finish in the next three weeks: The Taste of Salt  by Martha So uthgate .   It is the story of black woman scientist's struggle to deal with issues of race, class, family, and addiction. The book looks interesting.  I think I'm going to like this, probably because I liked all her other books.   It was intitally published in softcover by Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill. http://www.amazon.com/Taste-Salt-Martha-Southgate/dp/1565129253 The Dyslexic Advantage: Unlocking the Hidden Potential of Dyslexic Brain by Brock L. Eide, M.D., M.A. and Fernette F. Eide, M.D.  I am interested in minds that see the world differently than I do and this book discusses and gives examples of the strengths of dyslexia. http://www.amazon.com/Dyslexic-Advantage-Unlocking-Hidden-Potential/dp/1594630798/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1317243544&

Sept. 23 rd – Sept. 28 th Brooke Nicholson Artist Statement My work represents the experience of creating a work of art and its correlation to human life. For me, the process of painting is similar to the way individuals develop over time. Throughout life, we are continuously evolving; events and occurrences are placed in our lives that affect the path of our development in good ways and in bad. My watercolor paintings depict the change, growth, metamorphosis, duality and balance that exist in life. I am interested in finding order among the chaos of everyday living. The delicate point at which opposing forces meet to create balance is what fascinates me. As I begin a painting, I have no preconceived notion of what it will look like when it is completed. It is an intuitive process as I pour, drip or splash the paint onto the paper. There is a sense of directional control, but I allow the paint to find it’s own path. Going through life, we are not shown the ob

Let us look at the title of the poem "Hands Washing Water."   Hands Washing Water is also the name of a book of poetry by Abani published in 2006 by Copper Canyon Press.  I need to learn about structure, tone, meter, imagery and so many other things.  Please feel free to help me if I am wrong about anything.  Please .  Another poem from Hands Washing Water ------------------------- "Hands Washing Water" Even in the falling a train breaks for the light. The tunnel the darkness-never sweeter. The body is not real. Yet living. This living body. There is a child. The blessed coolness of water. And hands ----------------------------- It is a reciprocal relationship.  The water needs the hands just as much as the hands need the water.  Hands and water are both holy.  Hands are not viewed as just dirty.  Water is not just a cleanser. From the perspective of the speaker in the poem, water hydrates and cools the skin and is grateful for its interaction with hands, germs, a

The hornbill's voice Chant It was the hornbill that spoke it. In the nothing, becoming nothing, begetting nothing; this is everything. The world is old, the world is new How does the darkness hide? In the nothing, becoming nothing, begetting nothing; this is everything. The world is old, the world is new The sun is no bigger than a crab. In the nothing, becoming nothing, begetting nothing; this is everything. The world is old, the world is new Hot soup is devoured from the edges. In the nothing, becoming nothing, begetting nothing; this is everything. The world is old, the world is new The blood sign is red; burning like fire. In the nothing, becoming nothing, begetting nothing; this is everything. The world is old, the world is new It has no name; silence is its name. In the nothing, becoming nothing, begetting nothing; this is everything. The world is old, the world is new. Chris Abani, “Chant” from Dog Woman. Copyright © 2004 by Chris Abani. Reprinted by permission of Red Hen Pr

September 16th- September 21st Rick Edwards seeks out images found in neighborhoods that strongly depict society’s general lack of empathy, which has resulted in an overwhelming representation of urban decay. The distressing yet rich depictions found in the work go beyond a superficial representation; they connect on a political, economic and societal self-loathing prospective of reality. Each shot seeks to connect on an emotional level through choice of landscape, composition and lighting. Edwards subject as a photographer is primarily processed in black and white. He ask viewers to consider taking responsibility for their own actions and the effect it has on humanity. With change comes progress and new opportunities but that realization in some of these forgotten communities has not become a reality. He select imagery of what was once beautiful and full of life and although life still remains on some level, it is now hard to appreciate its beauty. Edwards typically show prints in med

"Hands" from Winesburg, Ohio Upon the half decayed veranda of a small frame house that stood near the edge of a ravine near the town of Winesburg, Ohio, a fat little old man walked nervously up and down. Across a long field that had been seeded for clover but that had produced only a dense crop of yellow mustard weeds, he could see the public highway along which went a wagon filled with berry pickers returning from the fields. The berry pickers, youths and maidens, laughed and shouted boisterously. A boy clad in a blue shirt leaped from the wagon and attempted to drag after him one of the maidens, who screamed and protested shrilly. The feet of the boy in the road kicked up a cloud of dust that floated across the face of the departing sun. Over the long field came a thin girlish voice. "Oh, you Wing Biddlebaum, comb your hair, it's falling into your eyes," commanded the voice to the man, who was bald and whose nervous little hands fiddled about the bare white fo

SEPTEMBER 9-SEPTMEBER 15, 2011 Gallery is pleased to present Lori White with her newest body of oil paintings, “A Visual Meditation.” This series explores the idea of one’s mind in a meditative state. The exhibition will be on view from SEPTEMBER 9-SEPTMEBER 15, 2011. The opening reception will be on SEPTEMBER 9, 2011 from 5:30-8p.m. This exhibit will be free and open to the public. “A Visual Meditation” explores organic forms that reflect the meditative power of the nature. Her mind sees the environment as a place that mirrors a sense of peace and harmony. Miss White’s hope is that each painting inspires a person to visually meditate and become lost within his or her thoughts. White is a graduate of Purdue University, West Lafayette, IN and is also a graduate of Governors State University with a Master in Arts in painting. She has displayed her artwork locally throughout the Chicago area. White is a teacher of art at Tyler and Bentley Elementary Schools and currently live

From Youtube.Com: From 1956, Ella and Louis and the Oscar Peterson Quartet work beautifully together on one of the sweetest songs ever written, "Nearness Of You". The song was composed in 1938 by Hoagy Carmichael and Ned Washington and Glenn Miller's Orchestra had the first hit with it. For Jake with all my love.

I just couldn't help but put her on too.  She was there and she is so cute and her poetry so deep.  As I said I couldn't help it. http://www.dodgepoetry.org/

You know how someone can read a certain person's writing and then see the world differently?  That's what Chris Albani's writing does for me. Abani's poetry is more than words; it's art, truth, and healing. My view of reality becomes more whole.  It's very difficult finding his works of poetry in the library so I will post what I can. When I have some extra money I"ll be able to buy some more of his work. For now I am posting what I can find and like online and I have one of his books coming from another library (hopefully)! Chris Abani was born in Nigeria in 1966 and imprisoned thrice by the Nigerian government for the writing of his the novel Masters Of The Board and participating in theatre groups.  What happened to him makes me so grateful for the freedom I have.  Albani is a big good-looking man, but more importantly he writes beautiful poetry and wonderful prose for everyone!  I'm not sure what books these poems are from, but I will find out and p

A rtist Reception Wednesday, September 7th 5:30-8:30 p.m Visual Arts Gallery 2011 Art Student Exhibition September 1- September 8

Elizabeth Cotten, (1895 – 1987) songwriter of American folk and blues music was a self-taught left handed guitarist, who developed her own style of playing.  She wrote "Freight Train" because of the trains she heard going past her house as a child. For more info: http://youtu.be/Tm5-WdB_aVE  

Yesterday I went book shopping  Books to me are like shoes are to other woman.  When I am surrounded by books I feel safe and at ease.  Alas reader!  It is time to admit to my all consuming book fetish. You see?  Books have always been alive and magical to me.  If trapped on a desert island I would rather have a person than a book, but it's a very close contest. These days I am frugal because I am poor, so  most of my  book shopping is at the goodwill or used book stores.  The internet is one of my last resorts because of the shipping charges.  I found: The Virgin of Flames Chris Albani Quilting   Lucille Clifton Another Way to Dance   Martha Southgate Library of Great Authors Toni Morrison Harlequin Morris West Harvard Classics: Folklore and Fable of Grimm, Andersen , and Aesop Krik? Krak!   Edwidge Danticat Harriet Tubman: Conductor on the Underground Railroad   Ann Petry Cinderella And Other Classic Fairy Tales   Drawings by Arthur Rackham and Color Illustrations by Warwick

In 1975 my favorite book was Harlequin by Morris West.  I was out today, found the book again and I still like it.  When it was written thirty-six years ago, the book was billed as a supense thriller in which computers and hit men are used by evil conspirators to control the international money supply, but to my thirteen year old mind it was about the friendship between two men.  It still is. George and Paul are a most unlikely couple; George is an educated, well traveled polyglot, while Paul worked his way up to his senior position in the Swiss bank Harlequin inherited.  Paul is intelligent and strong but he's no Harlequin and never will be.  Paul stinks when he sweats.  No one has ever seen Harlequin sweat even when he sweats, but Harlequin sees it.  He always lets the people see what they want to see and he knows it. Harlequin was so good could hardly believe himself.  Paul and George Harlequin are both in love with the beautiful Julie who is married to George, of course.  Tog

A Crow, half-dead with thirst, came upon a Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when the Crow put its beak into the mouth of the Pitcher he found that only very little water was left in it, and that he could not reach far enough down to get at it. He tried, and he tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and he took a pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped it into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then he took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. At last, at last, he saw the water mount up near him, and after casting in a few more pebbles he was able to quench his thirst and save his life. Little by little does the trick . Just don't take Aesop's word. There is further proof of this truth: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/e