Lucy Oh the Difference to me Poem by William Wordsworth

“SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS”
SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
–Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!

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Group Mural Painting and Guitar Rag in Scottsville

This is a great video from The Allen County Arts Council in Scottsville, Ky. Beautifully filmed and the music is good. The art is worth the effort. I like the ending.

I found this video while surfing links to this site. Some come through our associations, this one through my friend, Chris Carmichael. I looked over at the wave next to my surfboard and ended up somewhere in Kentucky listening to Eddie Pennington and Tommy Emmanuel playing Guitar Rag. Surfing, surfing, end up where? Oddly enough wherever you land you sometimes find talent, this time in Kaintuck, and these guys can play!

If you watched the other video, you’ll have to turn the volume up for this one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXVKayok0ig&feature=player_embedded#!

Scottsville is cool.

Tommy Emmanuel on Youtube      Eddie Pennington on Youtube 
 
 

david michael jackson on internet    july 22,2012 editors@artvilla.com send more music

Confusion in Paradise Painting

confusion in paradise painting

I also called this painting “Space Rocks”. Paintings are like people, they need a name so you have to come up with one. This painting is owned by my brother, James Larry Jackson. Beats me what he calls it or even if he still has it. It’s not up to me to decide what happens to them.
It’s quite beautiful to me.

david michael jackson july 21, 2012 send wine to go with the art

Landscape With The Fall of Icarus Poem by William Carlos Williams

Landscape With The Fall of Icarus
William Carlos Williams

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According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry

of the year was
awake tingling
near

the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings’ wax

unsignificantly
off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning

From Collected Poems: 1939-1962, Volume II by William Carlos Williams, published by New Directions Publishing Corp. © 1962 by William Carlos Williams. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp.

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Parakeet Poem by Linda Straub

Lazy Way out

Seed from the bottom
of the parakeet cage
cascades over a ledge
and down the red brick wall.

An assortment of weeds
sprouts in the lily bed,
slender shoots, an offering
to the gardener’s cupped hand.

A tiger striped kitten
pounces on a mound
of fresh green leaves
shimmying up a cross breeze.

A young girl returns
to her bedroom window,
sowing seed to the wind–
The gardener waits.

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Retired Seaman

The captain sits
at the breakfast table
scrimshawing voyages.
Cafe curtain sails
billow in morning’s bluster.

His shore wife leans
over the porch railing,
aging figurehead
counting goldfish
in a landlocked pond.

The clapboard house lists,
half-foundering to port.

Previously published in miller’s pond – 2001 edition

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