Friday, March 23, 2012

Tunnel vision; downtown panoply

It's a kind of tunnel vision for us here at the Odd Fellows.
When we look outside, our windows face only the northwest.
So we take our readings on what's happening outside 
through these three big but one directional windows.
Very high, somewhat narrow.

But what we get to see is noteworthy.
Today Dee called my attention to how the buds in the trees
across the street are beginning to show.
Green appears on the formerly dormant branches
in front of the vacant restaurant at the Clarke.

While most SRN readers are immersed in 360 degree
beauty at this time of year as they walk about their
multi-directional houses,
we peer from these old, limestone-framed,
one-way Odd fellows windows.

We think our vision is in a way unlimited
in this fine focus, 
and we do traverse outside and
catch the almost overwhelming panoplies
as partaken of yesterday morning.

SPRING IS HERE!






IN WAUKESHA
THE FORSYTHIAS ARE OPENING!

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AND HERE'S AN UNUSUAL MARRIAGE PROPOSAL
and a time-accelerated video
received this morning via Email
from our son in his standard Friday Email sharings.


and


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Gnats have been feasted-upon by the many spiders
who work their downtown stands ahead of the farmers
along the Fox River.

The Odd Fellows Hall, where we live.
Note the ancient O.F. emblem on the upper left roof-line.


A marker at the Riverside entrance to the Waukesha Civic Theatre,
formerly known as the Pix movie house.

Often when we pass this restored site on our morning walks
we remember the late Dr. Bob Monk with whom we appeared in
Saroyan's The Time of Your Life
and in A Thurber Carnival
 many years ago.




Lovely jonquils decorate the outside river
facade of the Pix.



We note natural forces are causing heaving of neatly-laid cobblestone bricks
at the downtown Five Points.  It's hard to keep a good and well-watered tree
down.



YESTERDAY,OUT THOSE NARROW N.W. WINDOWS
We saw a man standing next to the cafe cigarette butt receptacle
 who, like many regulars at the common-man Cuppajoe
joint, apparently disdains the right-next-door siting of the Waukesha Recall 
Walker headquarters.  This IS Waukesha.

Instead of finishing his outdoor weed and dutifully depositing it in the tidy 
butt stand - most of Dave's habituated smokers regularly do that  -
this guy sent his butt vehemently spinning at the Recall office doorway.

Common men who eat at Dave's are ill-advised to register
their pro-Walker sentiment in this lowly way, or in any way;  our humble opinion.

Ironically, the office space for the recall office is rented by Berg Management, the owners of which although not generally known as Democrats will take seemingly good tenants wherever
they find them.  Other examples of that are known.


PUT YOUR BUTTS WHERE THEY SHOULD GO
ENJOY SPRING!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

and at the same time in history


British film and TV director Sir Ridley Scott launched a global contest for aspiring filmmakers:
the films could be no longer than three minutes,
with no more than six lines of narrative.

There were 600 entries;
here is the winning "Porcelain Unicorn" of Kegan Wicox: , mc





And stateside
a boy flies a kite
with hopeful friends
while fathers
prepare for a war
to rid the Nazi 
scourge

Monday, March 19, 2012

Mother-daughter- (great) grandmother; Dogs with real boots; Dr. Gregory's history; Misc. poetry


Laurie Dix Kari
Director of Family Promise
homeless shelter
in Wasilla, Alaska
serves coffee at 7:25




Ruth Kari
Mud wrestler
Colony High School Soph.
Wasilla, Alaska
Very good girl; cleans up nicely;
(Laurie and Phil's daughter)






Ruth Elies (Dix, etc.)
1931 Sun Prairie WI High School Sr.
Organized a dance band at age 13,  & many etcs.
(Mud wrestler's great-grandmother and namesake;
Laurie's grandmother)
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Another photo of a dog team in the Iditarod long-distance mushing race of 2012.
Note: these dogs are wearing black boots.  We did not photo-shop the previous St. Patrick's Day dogs' feet in green.  Those were the color of the canine racing boots.  We presume the boots are to protect the faithful dogs' pads over the long and punishing course.......


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A real find made by Dee when cleaning out her Sunday School office at the 1st Congregational UCC here in Waukesha.


A gathering of church history booklets collected by former SS head, Ina Guthrie, was discovered during an office cleaning..  Among these mimeo printings was a 54 page resume of Alfred E. Gregory DD's 25 years of ministry at the 'Congo', written by the good doctor himself.


Here is just the first page:




Confirmed by this gentle and erudite Englishman at the Congregational Church
in Waukesha, I nevertheless went on to lead a picaresque life with few of his strictures and  dictates followed.


It is never too late, until it is.......

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From today's WRITERS ALMANAC:

March

A bear under the snow
Turns over to yawn.
It's been a long, hard rest.

Once, as she lay asleep, her cubs fell
Out of her hair,
And she did not know them.

It's hard to breathe
In a tight grave:

So she roars,
And the roof breaks.
Dark rivers and leaves
Pour down.

When the wind opens its doors
In its own good time,
The cubs follow that relaxed and beautiful woman
Outside to the unfamiliar cities
Of moss.
"March" by James Wright, from Above the River: The Collected Poems. © Wesleyan University Press, 1992.

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That’s a Moray  (March 18)

Some days I may hook a lyric like the moon on a string;
Most days I must look for it to hit me like mud in the eye:
I dip inside and find the well dry,
Slip outside and find the moon winking.

The moray for today
May say that thoughts stray,
Words are out to play:  
We cannot capture what we feel;
Rapture is as slippery as an eel.  

Rev. Tom Bentz vows to write a poem a day for Lent, and so far he is making it.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

St. Patrick's; Dogs, pulling not skating; Man operates raccoon finger puppet; Celtic Thunder


THE WEARING OF THE GREEN 

The recently completed Alaskan Iditarod dog sled race
again brought out fierce competitors:
man, woman and dog.

This dog team wore green foot pads.



An Iditarod woman and her dog
communicate. The blended effort
of the willing animal servants and their masters 
through miles of grueling wilderness, is a loving and
 - to a lower 48er - 
a mystical phenomena.


A racer of Viking stock?
All very beautiful to me.

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Today we decorated our raccoon finger puppet
with a green ribbon around his neck

and took him down to meet Mark Doremus
at Dave's Cafe across the street.
Mark animated the puppet with his finger.
A neighboring child was amused.


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From Oregon friend, Kate O'Neil,
a St. Patrick's Day gift,
these video clips of 
CELTIC THUNDER:

Friday, March 16, 2012

Great interims; Tom mixed metaphors


Look, we CAN all skate together

At the Congo church
our legs were sometimes uncoordinated
sometimes we were machines
disharmonious 
to the music going on 
under the great overhead light


but a woman came to 
show the the way

a committee of townsfolk
went out to get us
some protection

and like the Lone Ranger
she rode in; 




she did the job well
and rode out of town
leaving some to scratch
their heads,
saying 
"Who WAS that masked woman?"

A tentative answer: 

"We don't know
but she left this
silver (disco ball) bullet......"
Sure,
there were falls
being human
but she always
ALWAYS
got back up......
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and now....
Look!
A new teacher
with equal promise
gets her skates on
 at the Congo rink.

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Thursday, March 15, 2012

Guthrie at the Congo 3-13-12


Willis Guthrie addresses First Congregational UCC 
Plymouth Circle, Waukesha, WI

A Quaker himself, his parents were both Quaker ministers in Iowa.  There were nine children.
"There's NINE of us!"


First, he partakes of breakfast delicacies with the ladies,


then commences his lecture on some of his artwork.  A former chair of the art department at Carroll College (now University), the act of lecturing is just falling off a log-time for Wis.


Friend Libby Sellars listens intently, smilingly. Soft-spoken Wis at 94 has not lost any of his wry humor. 


Known widely for his assemby of found objects into art pieces, Wis, in his retirement at the Avalon, without studio or basement workshop, enjoys cutting magazines in his apartment and reassembling pictorial representations in amusing and sometimes justifying ways, to him  - and others in the world, for Wis is widely appreciated and celebrated.

He looks for balance in his art, always his underlying theme.  Above, a calm buffalo stands in the way of a roaring steam engine.  A toilet with its handle resembling to Wis an eye, gets another eye on the right side of the tank. (Enlarge these pictures for better seeing.)


Here, a cat-house is dragged through heavy traffic, kitten in mouth.  Policeman holds up traffic to let cat and entourage safely pass.



Guthrie adds an out-sized and nicely-wrinkled eye to elephant.  Places keeper/tamer within trunk crook.  All work he does with sharp scissors and careful fitting.  But not too much planning, for Wis operates foremost on spontaneous impulses.




A raccoon, added to a magazine representation of a shoreline florid 'fish' seems to suggest he's bashful being seen in the washing of his big meal.


Wis, whose wife Ina passed recently, now holds forth in an apartment at the Avalon Square. A picture on his front door is also a pictorial assembly he did.  In it, Wis and Ina stand on the porch of their long-ago residence at 'Maniac Manor', a former asylum and then convent at Hartwell and College Avenues, Waukesha.

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Monday, March 12, 2012

Everything changing


MAP TACKS FOR EYES

Who says?
Says the raven
Yea, thou hast created me
But all your moves have
Rubbed spittle
In these tacky eyes
Of mine

Once I was blind
But now
I see
(With mud)

Says the raven

I nightly fly about
from this perchy chair
And in the dark
Some of my
you say
 painted feathers
Have chipped off
I say moulted

Look into my
You say
Painted copper black beak
And mark this word:
I shall be with you
Evermore

Like

So, I say

v.Z. 3-12-12



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Less-still life
with mourning dove and stained glass:

Bird awakened us
with cooing
from its
it says
 real bill,
long enough, sitting on
 the circa 130 million year
limestone ledge,
for me to have time to photo
 from the loft
up here.
Taking camera down to window
dove would have flown.


Indeed, it took off
right after the shutter clicked
a second time from downstairs.




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Jerusalem
A Lenten journey
worth the time






A fine video from Hobo Tom


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Daylight Losing Time  (March 11)

Tick     tock:    the clock
the heart          skips a beat
or thirty six hundred
Turn the clock ahead.              Who said?
I’d rather turn in another hour in bed instead.

Tick  shock:    a billion dollars of our time spent
changing half a billion clocks.
Why?
Buy an hour next fall?
Why can’t we all
Just live in the now?  
The sun did not stop today
to light the way to let Joshua smite the Amorites
or let us bear armor or be amorous. 
Nor will the earth stop
or all of the armies and all of us
would drop off.

Still I stop         to wonder
Where did that hour go?
That power over time
I thought I could make
or take?

(Also from Hobo Tom)