July 9, 2021 at 4:59 pm (destinations, Holidays, Links, Lists, Places, postaday, Weather)
Tags: Fourth of July, Fridays, Golden Gate Park, memorials, photo challenge, San Francisco, summer
For this July #TreeSquare challenge, self is sharing more pictures she took in Golden Gate Park last Sunday, the Fourth of July. It was a beautiful day: cool! What a nice respite from the heat down on the Peninsula.
The statue is a memorial to Marie Bonner. The log cabin was something self stumbled open while wandering around the picnic area:
Stay cool, dear blog readers. Stay cool.
July 2, 2021 at 3:05 pm (Artists and Writers, destinations, Links, Places, postaday, Recommended, Traveling)
Tags: art, blogs, California, California history, Cee Neuner, discoveries, Fridays, inspirations, memorials, photo challenge, summer, US history
Thanks to Cee Neuner and Marsha Ingrao for co-hosting a new challenge, Photographing Public Art (PPAC).
How it works:
For self’s first post for this challenge, self is happy to share this sculpture, standing right next to the San Luis Obispo Train Station, which she stumbled on last week:
Artist: Elizabeth MacQueen
Stay cool, dear blog readers. Stay cool.
February 14, 2021 at 7:01 pm (Calls, Recommended, Sundays)
Tags: causes, Events, memorials, Protests
14 students and three teachers probably woke up that Valentine’s Day thinking of chocolates and Valentine cards. Not a single one knowing they’d never get out of that day.
And now we have a person in Congress who’s saying it never happened. And nothing happens to her, the Truth Denier. She even stalks one of the teen-age survivors. Stalks him as he’s leaving class, yells at him as he’s walking along.
An adult is yelling at a teen-ager who survived a school massacre. And gets herself ELECTED TO CONGRESS. What is wrong with this picture?
August 29, 2020 at 3:31 am (Artists and Writers, Movies, Surprises)
Tags: blockbusters, memorials, memories, sadness
Damn. Damn. Damn.
He was just 43.
What is life.
August 23, 2020 at 9:03 pm (Calls, Filipino poetry, Filipino Writers, Philippine History, Places, Sundays)
Tags: Andres Bonifacio, Events, heroes, history, memorials, politics, The Philippines, translation
No one knows the exact date when the Philippine Revolution began (Because it was a secret rebellion!). But the place has never been in doubt.
At some point in the last week of August 1896, Andres Bonifacio (a self-educated warehouse clerk, she posted some of his poetry a week or so ago) gathered his followers and led them in tearing up their cedulas. A cedula is a form of identification, issued by the Spanish colonial government. It was a document that formed the basis of tax collection.
Pugad Lawin was deep woods when Andres Bonifacio and a thousand followers (which is quite a large number, for a secret society, but was no match against the Spanish, who in the city of Manila alone numbered at least 10,000) gathered there. The rough translation of pugad lawin is ‘hawk’s nest.’ Today, it has been swallowed up by Metro-Manila, and lies in one of the most densely populated cities in Asia.
Stay safe, dear blog readers. Stay safe.
July 18, 2020 at 3:58 am (Links)
Tags: causes, Fridays, grief, history, John Lewis, memorials, politics
March 7, 1965: the March on Selma
John Lewis, in light coat, on the ground
Photo courtesy of Library of Congress
Thank you for your service, sir.
April 11, 2020 at 6:22 pm (Artists and Writers, Books, Links, Memoirs, Personal Bookshelf, Recommended, Women Writers)
Tags: memorials, New York, poetry, Saturday
Among Tall Buildings
from the collection Cornucopia: New and Selected Poems (W. W. Norton, 2002)
And nothing, not even the girl you love
with the mole on her arm, will be left. Huge
trenches will be dug just beyond the stove
the whole northeast corridor will become
and the dead will be piled in each rude gouge,
even that girl whose left ear always sticks
slightly out beyond her hair. To fix
the names of who died on tape won’t be done
since they’ll dig quick to prevent disease. Nobody
likes to hear this kind of talk. I always
hated to hear it myself until I began
loving the mortar between blocks, that cruddy
pocked cement holding up buildings so a man
and a woman can embrace in the maze
of what they’ve built on the errors of their ways.
Molly Peacock is the author of How To Read a Poem and Start a Poetry Circle (1999) as well as a memoir, Paradise Piece by Piece (1998). Former President of the Poetry Society of America, she was one of the originators of Poetry in Motion, which placed poems on subways and buses. A more complete biography can be found on the Poetry Foundation website.
July 22, 2019 at 5:43 pm (Artists and Writers, Calls, Recommended, Women Writers)
Tags: call for submissions, Calyx Press, causes, deadlines, history, Literary Magazines, memorials, Mondays
from Brenna Crotty, Senior Editor, Calyx:
Next year, in 2020, the United States will celebrate the centennial of the Nineteenth Amendment, and CALYX Press will turn forty-four years old. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that Calyx has existed for nearly half the number of years that women have had the right to vote in this country, but “astonishing” seems like the right word for it either way.
In anticipation of the centennial, and in celebration of the labor and persistence that went into women’s suffrage, CALYX is open for a special extended submission period now through July 31, 2019. We are accepting poetry, fiction, and nonfiction on women’s participation in the political process, the myriad means through which women engage with and experience socio-political movements, and the ways full citizenship and access have been denied to different communities. Equal rights forwomen have had a long and fraught road, and our celebration of that first monumental victory in 1920 is tempered by the awareness that there is still so much progress to be made.
July 16, 2018 at 12:00 am (Books, destinations, Links, Lists, Places, Sundays, Traveling)
Tags: art, England, historical fiction, Hyde Park, London, memorials, novel, reading lists, Scottish writers
The first time self read The Crimson Petal and the White, by Michael Faber, was over a decade ago. She hadn’t much experience of London. Now, however, she knows London, knows its general geography, and enjoys passages like the following:
— The Crimson Petal and the White, p. 35
— The Crimson Petal and the White, p. 43
Her last trip to London was at the tail-end of October 2017. She dropped by Hyde Park and saw:
1) the Serpentine
2) a fabulous Pavilion
The 2017 Serpentine Pavilion designed by architect Francis Kéré
and 3) the Prince Albert Memorial:
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
May 28, 2018 at 8:12 pm (Holidays, Recommended)
Tags: essay, history, memorials, Mondays, politics, The New Yorker
Self hangs on to New Yorker issues she intends to re-read. Today, she’s re-reading Benjamin Wallace-Wells’ piece on Confederate monuments in Virginia.
This article is about crucial history:
And also has this harrowing sentence:
And this about General Lee:
And all this bitter history culminates in Charlottesville:
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
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