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Via this link you can read English professor Hank Kellner’s latest article on Using Poems and Photos to Inspire Writing, an article that incorporates my poem, The Color of Sadness.  Throughout our lives, if we’re lucky, teachers guide us.  English teachers have been very important in my life.  That is why I am so honored to have met Hank who is so dedicated to helping other teachers inspire their students to write.  He enables teachers to help their students view a photo or a poem as a launching point.  He has certainly helped me view my own writing with new eyes.  I wrote the Color of Sadness as an expression of lingering grief over the loss of my parents.  I have watched him turn it into a teaching tool.  What an amazing world.  😉

 

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… pink and glowing with sunlight, of course.  A long-stemmed bouquet sitting in a vase not far from my desk.  I yearned to photograph them but hesitated. The camera enables and empowers me to procrastinate wonderfully when I should be completing writing projects.  But the light grew so intense in those petals that I did rise with camera in-hand and began to snap photos.  But as you can tell from this post, it was not the petals that held my attention, it was the stems and leaves, their lines and curves and those beautiful shadows.

As I viewed the images, I could not help but see the many influences continually shaping the creative me.  From Imogen Cunningham and Georgia O’Keeffee to the many wonderful photographers and other artists whose blogs I follow on wordpress and via other venues.  Thank you for the beauty — and lessons learned — you choose to share.

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pistachios & figs

pistachios & figs

sunflower sprouts & cheddar cheese

sunflower sprouts & cheddar cheese

dark chocolate and dried cranberries

dark chocolate and dried cranberries

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Reading Emily Toth’s The Public Library Was My Bookstore just reinforced for me that there is no greater public institution than the public library.  As a child in Lynchburg, Virgnia, the public library was one of the few places my mother would allow my younger brother and I to walk by ourselves.  When we were older, and our young niece and nephew would visit for the summer, we would literally carry them piggyback to the library to keep them entertained.  My nephew who is now 30 with a child of his own still remembers those rides.  Once I moved to the Boston area, one of my homes away from home quickly became the Boston Public Library.

If you are ever in Boston, please visit the main branch located on Boylston Street in Copley Square.  It was the country’s first public library and remains one of its most important.  It is an expansive structure that has evolved over time.  In the “old part” you will find some of the most beautiful and unique art of John Singer Sargent.  In the “new part” you will find the books and there amidst the shelves and sitting at the tables you will find the mix of Boston’s humanity – young mothers with children, high school students studying (kind of), college students researching, business people escaping the office for a bit, the homeless resting, people learning English with tutors, tourists snapping photos (without flash), and everything and everyone in between.  It is an experience.

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This bamboo stalk sits in an old fashioned glass milk bottle in the kitchen. It has done so for years after an impromptu pickup in the plant aisle at my local grocery store.  Every now and then I change the bottle’s water, always experiencing a twinge of guilt because I feel like I should have found it a better container by now.  I’ve photographed its lengthening roots and widening leaves and considered posting them on this blog but the right rooty or leafy image has yet to jump out.  I’ve been focusing on the parts so much that I think there are times when I forget to see the whole structure.  Luckily, I am reminded.

 

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branches framed against the midday sky along Huntington Ave in Boston

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Boston Public Garden Street Light

Boston Public Garden Street Light

When I first read Lin Nulman’s haiku, I told her that her words made me want to paint, to capture the vivid impressions she conveyed of Boston.  I have yet to pick up a brush but I did think of her words when I rediscovered this photograph.  Her work appears in this week’s issue of Spare Change News, the longest continuously running street paper in the U.S.  Over 100 vendors, many of whom are currently or formerly homeless, purchase the papers from a distribution office for .25 and sell them on the streets of Boston, Cambridge and Somerville for $1.00.  If you’re in the neighborhood consider purchasing a copy, or making an online donation.  The writing is excellent and the stories not often told.  Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy Lin’s words below.

 

Sights of the City Haiku

Boston winter night—

streetlight caught in the glass rim

of a sun-catcher.

 

Dark birds float to a

bare tree. Underneath pages

of newspaper blow.

 

A young man reads poems

by Lorca on the train, lips

moving, body still.

 

Sky of milk and slate—

the sails below are whiter,

the river bluer.

 

Vs of geese fly east

across a violet sky, haze

above the wet earth.

 

My pages ruffle,

and the willow grows pale leaves.

They also ruffle.

 

T-shirt heat. Black-haired

boy’s block-print tattoo fills his

forearm: FORGIVEN.

 

Early autumn day.

Bronze beads pepper a bench from

a broken earring.

 

Blue sidewalk. Lights of

table candles tremble their

small constellation.

 

Lin A. Nulman is an Adjunct Professor of English at Bunker Hill Community College.  Her poetry has appeared in Black Water Review, Tanka Splendor, and the anthology Regrets Only: Contemporary Poets on the Theme of Regret, among others.

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“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of Nature. As longs as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances … nature brings solace for every trouble.” — Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

Reflection, 2010

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