Showing posts with label writing in margins. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing in margins. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

1st book by a woman: Juliana of Norwich

God as the Substance of All Being - Julian of Norwich: Anchorite (Anchoress) mystic and first female author in English Mother Juliana
God as the Substance of All Being - Julian of Norwich
1st English book by female
(Spiritual Quest) Premiered Aug. 7, 2025: Discover the profound vision of Julian(a) of Norwich, a 14th-century mystic who redefined the Christian understanding of "God" during times of plague and despair.

This video explores her revolutionary insight that "God" is not a distant judge but the very essence of being—present in every breath, every tree, and even the smallest hazelnut.

Journey through Juliana’s mystical revelations that unveil divine love as the foundation of reality, embracing suffering as transformation and highlighting God’s maternal nature.
  • 00:00:00 The Vision in the Stillness
  • 00:01:06 A Mystic in a Time of Collapse
  • 00:02:19 The Ground of Being
  • 00:03:22 The Divine in All Things
  • 00:04:32 Sin, Suffering, and Divine Love
  • 00:05:34 Feminine Mysticism and the Motherhood of God
  • 00:06:35 The Mirror of Consciousness
  • 00:07:37 The Whole Story is Love
Perfect for spiritual seekers, this contemplative narrative blends medieval wisdom with modern philosophy, inviting us to experience unity, non-duality, and radical love (metta).

Let's immerse ourselves in this timeless story with serene cosmic visuals and a calming Northern English narration. Like and share if this message of hope and divine presence resonates. 

#JulianOfNorwich #Mysticism #DivineLove #Spirituality #NonDuality #Panentheism #Consciousness #DivinePresence

Mother Juliana
Mother Juliana, Julian of Norwich (wiki)
Julian of Norwich (circa 1343 [note 1]–after 1416)—also known as Juliana of Norwich, the Lady Julian, Dame Julian [4], and Mother Julian—was an English anchoress of the Middle Ages.

Her writings, now known as Revelations of Divine Love, are the earliest surviving English-language works attributed to a woman. (One might surmise that the poems of Sappho from the Island of Sappho in ancient Greece wrote works earlier and was credited for doing so before Mother Juliana).

They are also the only surviving English-language works by an anchoress. Julian(a) lived in the English city of Norwich, an important center for commerce which also had a vibrant religious life.

During her lifetime, the city suffered the devastating effects of the Black Death (plague) of 1348–1350, the Peasants' Revolt (which affected large parts of England in 1381), and the suppression of the Lollards.

In 1373, aged 30 and so seriously ill that she thought she was on her deathbed, she received a series of visions or "shewings" (showings) of the Passion (Suffering) of Christ.

She recovered from her illness and wrote two versions of her experiences, the earlier one being completed soon after her recovery. A much longer version, today known as the Long Text, was written many years later. More

Thursday, June 19, 2025

What happened at the poetry reading?


Third Thursdays at SPARC
One of the sexy readers today just happened to be one of next month's features, Joseph Nicks, a man after the biological and whimsical, the terrestrial and environmental.*

He is currently working on a dictionary of Nickisms, his invented contributions to the English lexicon, like the term chronicide.**

Ron Koertge
Life is but a poem...or novel. (Ron Koertge)
(Poetry Foundation) South Pasadena Poet Laureate Ron Koertge, former PCC professor and current bestselling YA author, then schooled us all on how to present life in the Midwest roundabout the Fifties.

() Poet and young-adult novelist Ron Koertge grew up in rural Olney, Illinois, and received a BA from the University of Illinois and an MA from the University of Arizona.

Is no topic verboten in poetry?
Comfortable in both free verse and received form, Koertge writes poetry marked by irreverent yet compassionate humor and a range of personas and voices. He has published numerous collections of poetry. His novels and novels-in-verse for young readers include the popular Stoner & Spaz.

Koertge’s honors include a fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts, a California Arts Council grant, and inclusion in numerous anthologies such as Best American Poetry, Poetry 180, and Ted Kooser’s “American Life in Poetry” column.

Koertge’s young-adult fiction has won awards from the American Library Association and PEN America. For many years, Koertge taught in the MFA in Writing for Children & Young Adults program at Hamline University in St. Paul, Minnesota. He lives with his wife in South Pasadena, California. More: Poetry Foundation

In the crowd
Other readers were in the house: GT Foster was reading from Warped by War his new collection of poems about being in Thailand during the US War on Vietnam (and Cambodia and Laos), derived from his novel The Boys Are Not Refined (Butt Naked Press). Helena and other Quakers, Toti O'Brien, Barbs Bagwell, and British poet Martin Jago.

She was the Poo
Kahnstallations by Mand Kahn ( Los Angeles) | The Poetry Foundation
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Perhaps the highlight of the night was when Mandy Kahn hit below the belt and delivered an exquisite work of poetic art she dubbed "Poo." The audience thought they might have heard "Pooh." But no. It was poo. It was the most provocative of topics covered due not to its candor but its seriousness. To mimic it as to suggest what it was like would be difficult butt not impossible:
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It was the Poo
Everyone does what? (Etsy)
with such intimacy have i known food
passing through without clinging i let go
what was once a part of me i part with
and so unstuck unplugged without
consternation do what is due with my dew
for all i have been of drink and stool
of toad and such delicacies sautéed
or stewed garlic umami and kosher salt
and for all i know all that fixes me to the
ground sending samples of soil
to the earth below

[Oh, Pooh and Eeyore, too, we all do; even
the dull Dodo and the Duke their dookie do
unblemished Dove and Duchess untouched
by soot do do their doo, too. Everyone Poo's.]

Mandy Kahn
(Poetry Foundation) ...in true LA form, enthusiastically live-tweeted by audience member Jenna Elfman, Mandy Kahn has been developing more ideas for poetry installations — an active syllable conservationist; she's now dubbed them "Kahnstallations." She says:

Mandy Kahn, live at the Getty Museum, LA
I’ve been thinking a lot about how to inject some energy into the poetry reading format. Slam poets have found a way to make their readings extremely appealing to wide audiences, as have the spoken word poets, and the avant poetry world seems to be doing lots of format experimentation, too. But I’d like to see mainstream poets find that same wider audience — that audience of fans who aren’t writers themselves. So I’m experimenting. Tonight I’ll be trying out four installations, and at the end of the night I’ll pass out comment cards so audience members can let me know which installations worked best for them. And I’ll keep writing new installations — keep honing — until I find a few that audiences seem to respond to. More

What is "slam" poetry?
SLAM: (Youth Speaks) "Somewhere in America" by Los Angeles Team
  • Poetry slam is a competitive art event in which poets perform spoken word poetry before a live audience and a panel of judges.
"Do You Have Any Advice For Those of Us Just Starting Out?"
By Ron Koertge
Featured poet Ron Koertge, MFA
Give up sitting dutifully at your desk. Leave
your house or apartment. Go out into the world.

It's all right to carry a notebook but a cheap
one is best, with pages the color of weak tea
and on the front a kitten or a space ship.

Avoid any enclosed space where more than
three people are wearing turtlenecks. Beware
any snow-covered chalet with deer tracks
across the muffled tennis courts.

Not surprisingly, libraries are a good place to write.
And the perfect place in a library is near an aisle
where a child a year or two old is playing as his
mother browses the ranks of the dead.

Often he will pull books from the bottom shelf.
The title, the author's name, the brooding photo
on the flap mean nothing. Red book on black, gray
book on brown, he builds a tower. And the higher
it gets, the wider he grins.

You who asked for advice, listen: When the tower
falls, be like that child. Laugh so loud everybody
in the world frowns and says, "Shhhh."
Then start again.
*Joseph Nicks, The Horizontal Forest
The Horizontal Forest as seen and lamented from the ground (treejourney.com)
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Terrestrial Anthr-apology
long after this unsustainable
infrastructure collapses
beneath the burden
of fecundity and affluence
and digital instability

the oozing oilfields,
damned-up rivers,
dried-out aquifers

the bird-and-bat-bashing windmills,
battery-burgeoning e-wasted landfills

the acres of solar panels
supplanting the plants,
impeding the photosynthetic necessity

the combusted troposphere,
de-ozonified stratosphere

the phosphorescent coastal dead zones,
deforested/defrosted Amazonia/Antartica

the vanished worldwide megafauna

all will stand as silent testaments
to the ephemeral hyper-potency
of runaway hominism
whose viral expansion
from Pleistocene to Plastocene
left the far and wide terrestrium
styrofoaming at the seas

we could've lived less largely
but that's not the way we roll
of course it's going to take some healing, but
it certainly won't be a first for the Earth
to have survived a mass extinction,
though never one of such intelligent design...

the eons will season
themselves again
and life will re-diversify
with no remembrance of those
naked, tailless, erectile monkeys
run amok for that horrible fortnight
so many ice ages ago

the grasses will
give it no glossing
and the worms won't
wonder who won

and in the understory
become the prologue
of stories yet to unfold,
a prideless proliferation
of unapologetic anthropods
will go on about their business
as they've been doing for
four hundred million years

Unclenched: a passive fist's manifesto 
By Joseph Nicks
Unclenched: a passive fist's
The hominid hand. Its prehensile qualities (due largely to that remarkable opposable thumb) are legendary. It is perhaps the only anatomically advantageous structure this animal possesses. That oft-touted capacious cerebrum seems as often as not to allow itself to swell with a meaningless steam that marginalizes whatever intellectual potential it had in the first place. And with that pushed-in rostrum tucked up under the cranium and bent into an L-shaped labiolingual-laryngeal mess that imparts to this animal the power of speech, well that ability seems rarely to be put to good use.

No, it is the manus hominis that has allowed this species to be so constructive. Of course, as with those other two aforementioned structures, it can be just as adept at wielding weapons as it can tools. And when it is clenched into a fist, it is pretty much useless for anything other than fucking things up.

Though some of them may be infused with a certain degree of anger, none of the poems in this book, for example, could have been written had these fists not managed to come occasionally unclenched. More

**Chronicide
The God Chronos: "Time Clipping Cupid's Wings" (1694) by Pierre Mignard (1610-1695)

Seven (art by Lorna Alkana)
I stepped before the judge, penitent
eyes downcast, shoulders slumped
He passed sentence as I mumble-prayed
in a dead language within the echo chamber
between the ears of years, lips aquiver.
"Have you anything to say for yourself?" he asked,
having so heavily handed down the court's
sentence. "Guilty as charged" was all I could
think to say. If one is going to be honest, this is
probably not the time to start. But my jury of peers
had me dead to rights. What was there to deny with
all the evidence stacked before me? I'll take the plea
had it been on offer, I could see in hindsight.
The Butterfly Papillon realized the same thing.
Of all crimes, this the inexcusable
Of all sentences, this the unretractable
"What did you call it?" I asked the judge in one last stand.
"Chronicide," he gurgled in disgust, "killing time."*

What's next?

  • OPEN MIC NIGHT (free) at the Altadena Library, Monday, July 7, 6:00-7:30 pm Altadena — Altadena Library District
  • *Killing a Homo (as in a Homo sapiens or "Man thinking") is homicide so, naturally, killing time is Chronicide (a Nickism by Joseph Nicks).
  • Ron Koertge, Mandy Kahn, Joseph Nicks, Steve McQueen (Papillion, 1973); all uncredited poetry by Dhr. Seven, Ananda (Dharma Buddhist Meditation) (ed.), Wisdom Quarterly

Tuesday, May 6, 2025

Free writing workshop: How to story (5/6)


WHAT HAPPENED?
New open mic: SPARC Centre Gallery
It was a full house of participants gathered on a damp and drizzly evening. Next local poetry event is May 15th, 4:00-6:00 pm at the SPARC Centre Gallery. Also in attendance were the current Poets Laureate Sehba Sarwar and Lester Graves Lennon, who announced the upcoming "Poetry & Cookies" on Saturday, May 17, 2025, 4:00-6:00 pm (with a surprise open mic portion, so sign up). A beautiful land acknowledgement to the Native Tongva (Kizh, Gabrieleno) tribe of Los Angeles and region including the Channel Islands was delivered by the head of the library to launch the evening. Handouts were given and introductions were made. Then we got to writing, prompted by the workshop leader, former library Poet Laureate Dr. Lipkin. Grief was expressed about the Eaton Fire four months after the LA Fire devastated the city.


These three submissions, written on site, stood out. A page of writing prompts was handed out with leading phrases meant to trigger the creative process and the start of a poem (prompt shown in green).

THE NIGHT WAS DARK BUT THERE WAS ONE LIGHT.
The tunnel, the train, ah, the 6:40, yes, right on time. And here by its light, the reason for my stumbling, railroad ties -- and this long slick guide, steely, cold in pointing only this way or that. You see, I can't go back. I was fated forward roam, here alone, at night, right on track, in search of some way out. Then came the breeze, a breath, fresh air cool on my face -- with something left to face, over there, one more thing, right there. The night was dark but there was one light.
The two hours raced as we each wrote four pieces -- a fairytale, elegy, persona poem, and a prompted piece. Poets love to "paint" outside the lines, so every work of creativity was its own, each somewhat elegiac for what was lost to the fire. Only a small percentage of the participants were men; one cried as did another woman, who read and read every chance she could get, apparently dying for validation.

Fire Gained a New Power

Eaton Fire burned down to Woodbury...
Who knew, not I, that Fire had the power to fly
from up to down and back again
from crest to Woodbury and even Washington
The Monster of All-Consuming Light

The Mountain Ogre who gorges on the gorge
The Fiend who in fright delights --
with wind and its own weather and lines
that arc to heaven to call down lightning strikes

Bunnies and bears, feral felines, oak-gall-eating
co'yotes, sinuous serpents skewered on spits
of dangling branches -- and
everywhere Embers

The power of flight
     The power of fire
          to take aim and consume
               all it desired as if to say

All that lumber you took with not a sign of respect,
I will fully feast on just the same

Alternate Endings

Would I have it another way, the fire?
Better it had never been?
No, there's something in it, something perfect.
The Akashic Record is a bin -- so to have it
"different" means it's somewhere the same:
IT - IS - WRITTEN.

But I would my part rearrange:
Just as every smart accused person "lawyers up,"
I'd "insurance up" in advance,
take a policy out on myself, homeowner's, full
coverage, renter's, and lots and lots of comprehensive.

You see, in every down market, someone wins.
Every "loss" is to someone's advantage.
Foresight is hindsight turned on its head
by the insertion of time, which spoils the equation.

You'll pay me how much for my cars?
I get to rebuild in the same spot?
If I'd known that, I would have sang,
"Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn."
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EVENT DETAILS
Into the Woods: Using fairy tales to tell YOUR story with Elline Lipkin
Poet Laureate Elline Lipkin
Fairy tales have been around for centuries because they capture something essential about the human experience.

In this workshop, we will use fairy tales and their tropes as inspiration to write about our own lives.

Thinking about the forest, the animals, the seasons, and the symbolic characters we find in fairy tales, we will explore the persona poem and elegy, among other exercises to spark the imagination, to celebrate and commemorate Altadena, and to process grief.
The workshop is FREE and open to the public -- all ages and backgrounds welcome.

Please bring a notebook and pen if possible; otherwise, the Altadena Library may provide writing utensils.

Anniversary of the LA Fire
The Jan. 7th fire was the worst in its history
Tuesday, May 6, 2025, marks nearly four months since the Eaton Fire devastated the Altadena community. We extend a special invitation to Altadena, Pasadena, and Sierra Madre residents and to those impacted by the Palisades Fire. Please join us to write and process experiences, releasing grief, and showing Los Angeles community resilience.
  • Tuesday, May 6, 2025, 5:30–7:30 pm
  • Altadena Main Library Community Room
  • 600 E. Mariposa Street (west of Lake Ave.)
  • Altadena, California 91001 (626) 798-0833
  • Programs — Altadena Library District
Lipkin, UChicago Graham School
ABOUT
: The presenter of this workshop is former Altadena Library Poet Laureate (2016-2018) Dr. Elline Lipkin, PhD, a poet, nonfiction writer, and academic (Prof. Elline Lipkin, UChicago, Graham School) who until the Eaton Fire had been an Altadena resident for 13 years. She holds an MFA and PhD in literature and creative writing and has been a research scholar with UCLA's Center for the Study of Women. She is the author of two books. Her third, Girl in a Forest (on triohousepress.org), is forthcoming in October 2025. She served her community for two years as Altadena Poet Laureate and editor of the Altadena Poetry Review.
Get it published in Wisdom Quarterly
Those who produce a poem worthy of attention at this workshop are encouraged to submit it to Wisdom Quarterly: American Buddhist Journal for consideration. Editors will consider submissions, and publication may be the result. Yesterday (May the 4th Be With You Day) this website had 53,000 views, and today (Cinco de Mayo) 56,000 and counting (running from 5:00 pm to 5:00 pm). Moreover, the past six months have seen 2.94 million views. So publication may draw considerable attention to your efforts.


Poetry open mic in South Pasadena

Read works of poetry, short fiction, memoir, slam, spoken word, rap, whatever in a circle of area poets at South Pasadena Arts Council SPARC Centre Gallery located at 1000 Fremont Ave., South Pasadena, third Thursdays, from 4:00-6:00 pm. FREE

WEEKLY: Meditate with Amy Rutledge (Tuesdays via Zoom)
Meditate with Amy Rutledge, virtually, on Tuesday, May 13, 2025, 6:30–7:00 pm via Zoom. All-ages are welcome. Join Amy and others for a guided half-hour meditation via Zoom in recognition of Mental Health Month. Be kind to yourself and chill in a group for 30 minutes.
ABOUT: Amy Rutledge came to the study of meditation as a path toward personal healing after struggles with the effects of Lyme disease as well as depression and anxiety. She found that it helped her in unexpected ways when many other approaches failed. More: meditatewithamy.com

Monday, April 28, 2025

LA Fest of Books 2025: What happened?


WHAT HAPPENED?

Wilmer Valderrama interview: American Story
I was the sexy one on That '70s Show
(KCW Attractions) April 28, 2025: LA Times Festival of Books at USC (April 27, 2025) featured TV star Wilmer Valderrama. Who? He's a Hollywood man-about-town (who dated many incredible women to prove his prowess as a super sexy Latin heartthrob, who is now on about writing with an insightful discussion concerning his book, An American Story. Hear his inspiring journey and thoughts on his work. #AnAmericanStory

I'm the country's hottest poet.
We often hear said that "Los Angeles has no culture." That may be. But we do have the country's largest book festival.

Who knows who's doing all that reading, but we buy a lot of books and launch more careers than Nashville, Frisco, and even the Empire State, the Big Apple, where allegedly if one can make it there, one can make it anywhere.

How to boil down this mega literary festival full of authors, promoters, publishers, and poets?


The Poets Laureate of CA and LA

Autopsy (Avan Jogia)
To boil down the whole two-day event on the USC campus near the heart of the city (DTLA), there was this former teenage heartthrob named Avan Jogia. His post-teen fans mobbed the Poetry Stage tent to marvel at his ability to write, express emotion, and cuss. It was hot. (It wasn't but if one loves a TV star and sees him in real life, dressed in suit, tie, and checkered Vans, hey, that's something. What is it? An opportunity to sell lots of copies of a personally autographed hardcover poetry book about the darker side, very Emo and slightly Goth, called Autopsy (of an Ex-Teen Heartthrob).

USC encourages responsible graffiti: It's lit
The annual Los Angeles Festival of Books on the USC campus (now in a kind of lockdown status requiring picture ID to enter) is here, hosted by the Los Angeles Times.

It is two full days of authors, book sales, literary performances, networking, seeing and being seen, getting published, and maybe even wrangling a book deal with a major publishing house.

Merriam-Webster: US's Most Trusted Dictionary
Don't count on it. There's nearly no money on anything but novels that get picked up and converted into something else by the Hollywood Machine, the dream of any serious writer eager to cash in rather than promote the art of communication and literature.

Books, books, read books on Venus and Mars!
There is also a religious section and a massive Buddhist organization giving out FREE sacred Buddhist texts and titles from both the back-to-basics historical Buddha-oriented Theravada tradition and the much larger Amitabha (a Cosmic Buddha) and Guanyin (Goddess of Compassion) emphasizing Mahayana school and its apocryphal writings. A lovely Muslim organization will have literature as in years past. Bring a book bag, enjoy food and live entertainment, and lots of schmoozing and walking around like a college coed. Info: Festival of Books

30 Years of Stories: The L.A. Times Festival of Books Returns
Modern "readers" prefer more pictures, manga, anime, and comics with easy emotional signaling
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USC: Student Culture & Community
The Los Angeles Times Festival of Books is marking its 30th anniversary as it returns to USC’s University Park Campus all day on April 26-27, 2025. For three decades, this beloved event has brought together book lovers, authors, and storytellers to celebrate the written word. Join fellow book enthusiasts as USC welcomes the community to its campus for this annual event. Visit the L.A. Times Festival of Books at USC website