The Poets Corner
Recently, a friend called me up in distress — she was planning to do an astrology reading for someone and she needed a reminder of a quote from a philosophy book, but she couldn’t find her copy — could I read it to her? The topic she wanted to be reminded of was “balance,” and a particular author’s take on it. I read her the chapter (all 13 pages of it!) and we stopped every so often to comment on this point or that.
The call took an hour and a half, divided into two. What we realized after we had finished was that reading out loud, and stopping to respond to a thought when we felt like it, was enormously beneficial. It wasn’t like reading to ourselves or listening to someone else reading. It was a truly interactive activity.
The experience put me in mind of reading poetry — reading it out loud, even when we are reading only to ourselves. Sound bounces off the walls, floors, and ceilings as we use our voices. At the same time, we often prefer things in short gulps. Here are a few.
Following is a poem by painter and writer, Anna Ruth Uelsmann Kipping. It my absolutely favorite short poem.
The sickle moon
Needled by the pine.
Read it out loud. Read it over and over. Read it during the daylight and at night.
And here is my favorite translation of what is said to be the most famous Japanese haiku, Basho’s frog poem. The following is Allen Ginsberg’s translation, from the website “Matsuo Basho’s Frog Haiku (30 translations).” Check it out. Matsuo Basho's Frog Haiku (30 translations) http://www.bopsecrets.org › passages › basho-frog
The old pond
A frog jumped in,
Kerplunk!
And here is a short poem of mine.
A striking red dot
On bright green lily leaves
Turns out to be an aphid.
Find your own fave rave short poems or short quotes and read them out loud. Read them to the morning sun, as Dylan Thomas’s Reverend Eli Jenkins did. Read them to the Moon if you wake up in the middle of the night.
For something new (and old) find a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses and read one out loud. (Project Gutenberg has an online text.) There are universals in this collection, and also entries that show how times have changed since the book was published in 1885. “The Swing” holds its own, though.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside —
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown —
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
As Duke Ellington liked to say, “The rhythm, rhy — thm!”
Tanya Joyce
Painter, Poet, Pinole Artisan
[email protected]
www.tanyajoyce.com
Hi All,
I’m not sure if a Poets Corner column is wanted for the September Newsletter or not. Whenever it is needed is fine with me.
Stay well, and thanks for all your efforts,
Tanya
************************************************
The Poets Corner
Recently, a friend called me up in distress — she was planning to do an astrology reading for someone and she needed a reminder of a quote from a philosophy book, but she couldn’t find her copy — could I read it to her? The topic she wanted to be reminded of was “balance,” and a particular author’s take on it. I read her the chapter (all 13 pages of it!) and we stopped every so often to comment on this point or that.
The call took an hour and a half, divided into two. What we realized after we had finished was that reading out loud, and stopping to respond to a thought when we felt like it, was enormously beneficial. It wasn’t like reading to ourselves or listening to someone else reading. It was a truly interactive activity.
The experience put me in mind of reading poetry — reading it out loud, even when we are reading only to ourselves. Sound bounces off the walls, floors, and ceilings as we use our voices. At the same time, we often prefer things in short gulps. Here are a few.
Following is a poem by painter and writer, Anna Ruth Uelsmann Kipping. It my absolutely favorite short poem.
The sickle moon
Needled by the pine.
Read it out loud. Read it over and over. Read it during the daylight and at night.
And here is my favorite translation of what is said to be the most famous Japanese haiku, Basho’s frog poem. The following is Allen Ginsberg’s translation, from the website “Matsuo Basho’s Frog Haiku (30 translations).” Check it out. Matsuo Basho's Frog Haiku (30 translations) http://www.bopsecrets.org › passages › basho-frog
The old pond
A frog jumped in,
Kerplunk!
And here is a short poem of mine.
A striking red dot
On bright green lily leaves
Turns out to be an aphid.
Find your own fave rave short poems or short quotes and read them out loud. Read them to the morning sun, as Dylan Thomas’s Reverend Eli Jenkins did. Read them to the Moon if you wake up in the middle of the night.
For something new (and old) find a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses and read one out loud. (Project Gutenberg has an online text.) There are universals in this collection, and also entries that show how times have changed since the book was published in 1885. “The Swing” holds its own, though.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside —
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown —
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
As Duke Ellington liked to say, “The rhythm, r
hy — thm!”
Tanya Joyce
Painter, Poet, Pinole Artisan
[email protected]
www.tanyajoyce.com
Hi All,
I’m not sure if a Poets Corner column is wanted for the September Newsletter or not. Whenever it is needed is fine with me.
Stay well, and thanks for all your efforts,
Tanya
************************************************
The Poets Corner
Recently, a friend called me up in distress — she was planning to do an astrology reading for someone and she needed a reminder of a quote from a philosophy book, but she couldn’t find her copy — could I read it to her? The topic she wanted to be reminded of was “balance,” and a particular author’s take on it. I read her the chapter (all 13 pages of it!) and we stopped every so often to comment on this point or that.
The call took an hour and a half, divided into two. What we realized after we had finished was that reading out loud, and stopping to respond to a thought when we felt like it, was enormously beneficial. It wasn’t like reading to ourselves or listening to someone else reading. It was a truly interactive activity.
The experience put me in mind of reading poetry — reading it out loud, even when we are reading only to ourselves. Sound bounces off the walls, floors, and ceilings as we use our voices. At the same time, we often prefer things in short gulps. Here are a few.
Following is a poem by painter and writer, Anna Ruth Uelsmann Kipping. It my absolutely favorite short poem.
The sickle moon
Needled by the pine.
Read it out loud. Read it over and over. Read it during the daylight and at night.
And here is my favorite translation of what is said to be the most famous Japanese haiku, Basho’s frog poem. The following is Allen Ginsberg’s translation, from the website “Matsuo Basho’s Frog Haiku (30 translations).” Check it out. Matsuo Basho's Frog Haiku (30 translations) http://www.bopsecrets.org › passages › basho-frog
The old pond
A frog jumped in,
Kerplunk!
And here is a short poem of mine.
A striking red dot
On bright green lily leaves
Turns out to be an aphid.
Find your own fave rave short poems or short quotes and read them out loud. Read them to the morning sun, as Dylan Thomas’s Reverend Eli Jenkins did. Read them to the Moon if you wake up in the middle of the night.
For something new (and old) find a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses and read one out loud. (Project Gutenberg has an online text.) There are universals in this collection, and also entries that show how times have changed since the book was published in 1885. “The Swing” holds its own, though.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside —
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown —
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
As Duke Ellington liked to say, “The rhythm, r
hy — thm!”
Tanya Joyce
Painter, Poet, Pinole Artisan
[email protected]
www.tanyajoyce.com
Hi All,
I’m not sure if a Poets Corner column is wanted for the September Newsletter or not. Whenever it is needed is fine with me.
Stay well, and thanks for all your efforts,
Tanya
************************************************
The Poets Corner
Recently, a friend called me up in distress — she was planning to do an astrology reading for someone and she needed a reminder of a quote from a philosophy book, but she couldn’t find her copy — could I read it to her? The topic she wanted to be reminded of was “balance,” and a particular author’s take on it. I read her the chapter (all 13 pages of it!) and we stopped every so often to comment on this point or that.
The call took an hour and a half, divided into two. What we realized after we had finished was that reading out loud, and stopping to respond to a thought when we felt like it, was enormously beneficial. It wasn’t like reading to ourselves or listening to someone else reading. It was a truly interactive activity.
The experience put me in mind of reading poetry — reading it out loud, even when we are reading only to ourselves. Sound bounces off the walls, floors, and ceilings as we use our voices. At the same time, we often prefer things in short gulps. Here are a few.
Following is a poem by painter and writer, Anna Ruth Uelsmann Kipping. It my absolutely favorite short poem.
The sickle moon
Needled by the pine.
Read it out loud. Read it over and over. Read it during the daylight and at night.
And here is my favorite translation of what is said to be the most famous Japanese haiku, Basho’s frog poem. The following is Allen Ginsberg’s translation, from the website “Matsuo Basho’s Frog Haiku (30 translations).” Check it out. Matsuo Basho's Frog Haiku (30 translations) http://www.bopsecrets.org › passages › basho-frog
The old pond
A frog jumped in,
Kerplunk!
And here is a short poem of mine.
A striking red dot
On bright green lily leaves
Turns out to be an aphid.
Find your own fave rave short poems or short quotes and read them out loud. Read them to the morning sun, as Dylan Thomas’s Reverend Eli Jenkins did. Read them to the Moon if you wake up in the middle of the night.
For something new (and old) find a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses and read one out loud. (Project Gutenberg has an online text.) There are universals in this collection, and also entries that show how times have changed since the book was published in 1885. “The Swing” holds its own, though.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside —
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown —
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
As Duke Ellington liked to say, “The rhythm, r
hy — thm!”
Tanya Joyce
Painter, Poet, Pinole Artisan
[email protected]
www.tanyajoyce.com
Recently, a friend called me up in distress — she was planning to do an astrology reading for someone and she needed a reminder of a quote from a philosophy book, but she couldn’t find her copy — could I read it to her? The topic she wanted to be reminded of was “balance,” and a particular author’s take on it. I read her the chapter (all 13 pages of it!) and we stopped every so often to comment on this point or that.
The call took an hour and a half, divided into two. What we realized after we had finished was that reading out loud, and stopping to respond to a thought when we felt like it, was enormously beneficial. It wasn’t like reading to ourselves or listening to someone else reading. It was a truly interactive activity.
The experience put me in mind of reading poetry — reading it out loud, even when we are reading only to ourselves. Sound bounces off the walls, floors, and ceilings as we use our voices. At the same time, we often prefer things in short gulps. Here are a few.
Following is a poem by painter and writer, Anna Ruth Uelsmann Kipping. It my absolutely favorite short poem.
The sickle moon
Needled by the pine.
Read it out loud. Read it over and over. Read it during the daylight and at night.
And here is my favorite translation of what is said to be the most famous Japanese haiku, Basho’s frog poem. The following is Allen Ginsberg’s translation, from the website “Matsuo Basho’s Frog Haiku (30 translations).” Check it out. Matsuo Basho's Frog Haiku (30 translations) http://www.bopsecrets.org › passages › basho-frog
The old pond
A frog jumped in,
Kerplunk!
And here is a short poem of mine.
A striking red dot
On bright green lily leaves
Turns out to be an aphid.
Find your own fave rave short poems or short quotes and read them out loud. Read them to the morning sun, as Dylan Thomas’s Reverend Eli Jenkins did. Read them to the Moon if you wake up in the middle of the night.
For something new (and old) find a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses and read one out loud. (Project Gutenberg has an online text.) There are universals in this collection, and also entries that show how times have changed since the book was published in 1885. “The Swing” holds its own, though.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside —
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown —
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
As Duke Ellington liked to say, “The rhythm, rhy — thm!”
Tanya Joyce
Painter, Poet, Pinole Artisan
[email protected]
www.tanyajoyce.com
Hi All,
I’m not sure if a Poets Corner column is wanted for the September Newsletter or not. Whenever it is needed is fine with me.
Stay well, and thanks for all your efforts,
Tanya
************************************************
The Poets Corner
Recently, a friend called me up in distress — she was planning to do an astrology reading for someone and she needed a reminder of a quote from a philosophy book, but she couldn’t find her copy — could I read it to her? The topic she wanted to be reminded of was “balance,” and a particular author’s take on it. I read her the chapter (all 13 pages of it!) and we stopped every so often to comment on this point or that.
The call took an hour and a half, divided into two. What we realized after we had finished was that reading out loud, and stopping to respond to a thought when we felt like it, was enormously beneficial. It wasn’t like reading to ourselves or listening to someone else reading. It was a truly interactive activity.
The experience put me in mind of reading poetry — reading it out loud, even when we are reading only to ourselves. Sound bounces off the walls, floors, and ceilings as we use our voices. At the same time, we often prefer things in short gulps. Here are a few.
Following is a poem by painter and writer, Anna Ruth Uelsmann Kipping. It my absolutely favorite short poem.
The sickle moon
Needled by the pine.
Read it out loud. Read it over and over. Read it during the daylight and at night.
And here is my favorite translation of what is said to be the most famous Japanese haiku, Basho’s frog poem. The following is Allen Ginsberg’s translation, from the website “Matsuo Basho’s Frog Haiku (30 translations).” Check it out. Matsuo Basho's Frog Haiku (30 translations) http://www.bopsecrets.org › passages › basho-frog
The old pond
A frog jumped in,
Kerplunk!
And here is a short poem of mine.
A striking red dot
On bright green lily leaves
Turns out to be an aphid.
Find your own fave rave short poems or short quotes and read them out loud. Read them to the morning sun, as Dylan Thomas’s Reverend Eli Jenkins did. Read them to the Moon if you wake up in the middle of the night.
For something new (and old) find a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses and read one out loud. (Project Gutenberg has an online text.) There are universals in this collection, and also entries that show how times have changed since the book was published in 1885. “The Swing” holds its own, though.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside —
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown —
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
As Duke Ellington liked to say, “The rhythm, r
hy — thm!”
Tanya Joyce
Painter, Poet, Pinole Artisan
[email protected]
www.tanyajoyce.com
Hi All,
I’m not sure if a Poets Corner column is wanted for the September Newsletter or not. Whenever it is needed is fine with me.
Stay well, and thanks for all your efforts,
Tanya
************************************************
The Poets Corner
Recently, a friend called me up in distress — she was planning to do an astrology reading for someone and she needed a reminder of a quote from a philosophy book, but she couldn’t find her copy — could I read it to her? The topic she wanted to be reminded of was “balance,” and a particular author’s take on it. I read her the chapter (all 13 pages of it!) and we stopped every so often to comment on this point or that.
The call took an hour and a half, divided into two. What we realized after we had finished was that reading out loud, and stopping to respond to a thought when we felt like it, was enormously beneficial. It wasn’t like reading to ourselves or listening to someone else reading. It was a truly interactive activity.
The experience put me in mind of reading poetry — reading it out loud, even when we are reading only to ourselves. Sound bounces off the walls, floors, and ceilings as we use our voices. At the same time, we often prefer things in short gulps. Here are a few.
Following is a poem by painter and writer, Anna Ruth Uelsmann Kipping. It my absolutely favorite short poem.
The sickle moon
Needled by the pine.
Read it out loud. Read it over and over. Read it during the daylight and at night.
And here is my favorite translation of what is said to be the most famous Japanese haiku, Basho’s frog poem. The following is Allen Ginsberg’s translation, from the website “Matsuo Basho’s Frog Haiku (30 translations).” Check it out. Matsuo Basho's Frog Haiku (30 translations) http://www.bopsecrets.org › passages › basho-frog
The old pond
A frog jumped in,
Kerplunk!
And here is a short poem of mine.
A striking red dot
On bright green lily leaves
Turns out to be an aphid.
Find your own fave rave short poems or short quotes and read them out loud. Read them to the morning sun, as Dylan Thomas’s Reverend Eli Jenkins did. Read them to the Moon if you wake up in the middle of the night.
For something new (and old) find a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses and read one out loud. (Project Gutenberg has an online text.) There are universals in this collection, and also entries that show how times have changed since the book was published in 1885. “The Swing” holds its own, though.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside —
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown —
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
As Duke Ellington liked to say, “The rhythm, r
hy — thm!”
Tanya Joyce
Painter, Poet, Pinole Artisan
[email protected]
www.tanyajoyce.com
Hi All,
I’m not sure if a Poets Corner column is wanted for the September Newsletter or not. Whenever it is needed is fine with me.
Stay well, and thanks for all your efforts,
Tanya
************************************************
The Poets Corner
Recently, a friend called me up in distress — she was planning to do an astrology reading for someone and she needed a reminder of a quote from a philosophy book, but she couldn’t find her copy — could I read it to her? The topic she wanted to be reminded of was “balance,” and a particular author’s take on it. I read her the chapter (all 13 pages of it!) and we stopped every so often to comment on this point or that.
The call took an hour and a half, divided into two. What we realized after we had finished was that reading out loud, and stopping to respond to a thought when we felt like it, was enormously beneficial. It wasn’t like reading to ourselves or listening to someone else reading. It was a truly interactive activity.
The experience put me in mind of reading poetry — reading it out loud, even when we are reading only to ourselves. Sound bounces off the walls, floors, and ceilings as we use our voices. At the same time, we often prefer things in short gulps. Here are a few.
Following is a poem by painter and writer, Anna Ruth Uelsmann Kipping. It my absolutely favorite short poem.
The sickle moon
Needled by the pine.
Read it out loud. Read it over and over. Read it during the daylight and at night.
And here is my favorite translation of what is said to be the most famous Japanese haiku, Basho’s frog poem. The following is Allen Ginsberg’s translation, from the website “Matsuo Basho’s Frog Haiku (30 translations).” Check it out. Matsuo Basho's Frog Haiku (30 translations) http://www.bopsecrets.org › passages › basho-frog
The old pond
A frog jumped in,
Kerplunk!
And here is a short poem of mine.
A striking red dot
On bright green lily leaves
Turns out to be an aphid.
Find your own fave rave short poems or short quotes and read them out loud. Read them to the morning sun, as Dylan Thomas’s Reverend Eli Jenkins did. Read them to the Moon if you wake up in the middle of the night.
For something new (and old) find a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s A Child’s Garden of Verses and read one out loud. (Project Gutenberg has an online text.) There are universals in this collection, and also entries that show how times have changed since the book was published in 1885. “The Swing” holds its own, though.
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside —
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown —
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
As Duke Ellington liked to say, “The rhythm, r
hy — thm!”
Tanya Joyce
Painter, Poet, Pinole Artisan
[email protected]
www.tanyajoyce.com