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Sleep well, Ruth, and have complicated dreams, which we will analyze in the morning! (Dr. Brulov says something like that to his former student, Constance Peterson, in an old movie called Spellbound.)
That's nice. My hub does laundry too. I do the marketing and cooking. He takes out the trash. I make the bed. He empties the dishwasher.
He leaves on the lights. I turn them off. I leave magazines and hamburger wrappers in the back seat of the car. He takes them out.
Neither of us washes the car.
He leaves on the lights. I turn them off. I leave magazines and hamburger wrappers in the back seat of the car. He takes them out.
Neither of us washes the car.
So your car got washed today in the rain huh? It is suppose to rain tomorrow also, so throw some soap on the car .
No can do in San Clemente. You wanna use soap, you go to the carwash or get cited.
The gutters all drain to the ocean.
The gutters all drain to the ocean.
Here you can use all the soap you want to wash your car. I don't know where it goes. I guess it runs into the creeks. The creeks run into the rivers. The rivers run into the lakes that supply water to Houston and Beaumont. The drinking water in cities tastes so bad, though, that they don't know the difference.
Here we can use all the soap we want as well...but we use very little and our water comes from a well...an aquifer that tastes so fresh... I cal it de-water (delsih water!)I think Americans in general overuse soaps.
I just heard today that we export 80% of our produce (Yes...we are the Bread Basket of the World!)...but we have to import 80% of our fish products because the agricultural chemicals, fertilizers, etc used on our produce work their way into our waters and pollute them so badly that we can't eat our own fish!
Vertical Farming...perhaps the future?
http://www.amazon.com/Vertical-Farm-F...
My poem "Imaging the Heart" appears in the latest issue of Blood and Thunder, published by Univ of Oklahoma School of Medicine.
Thanks, Kitty and NE. I haven't submitted anything since last June. I need to get my act together.
That's interesting, Ruth! I've read hundreds of medical journals, but it sounds as though this may be something specifically creative--unlike, for example, the Journal of the American Medical Association or the American Academy of Pediatrics journal, both of which feature poetry by doctors, but merely as an insignificant side feature.
No it's not a medical journal at all. Just art and poetry. I suspect it's the school's effort to not turn out one-sided doctors.
Are you a doctor, M? The Y chromosome in this house is a retired obgyn.
Are you a doctor, M? The Y chromosome in this house is a retired obgyn.
No, my wife is. We own a medical corporation that until recently operated a medical clinic. She stayed so busy that, when I wasn't paying bills, hiring or firing staff, or working on my short stories, I read her journals, marking articles she specified in advance might be critical for her to read. I was trained to do literary research and used to do it for a living, so reading the medical journals of a med/peds doctor was an odd, but not entirely unfamiliar, task. I did it for ten years.
Sounds great Ruth!Can't wait to read it when you are free to post.
My dad, a doctor, was also quite the poet! But he got those letters of which NE spoke...nice try, but not quite there!
But my grandpa on mom's side acually published a small book of poems.
um ok than ...why? ya know what never mined i'm just as werd..... so now what are we talking about i here? :)
M wrote: "Ah, Ruth, you're married to a gynecologist! No wonder you have the view you do!"
Retired now for 20 years. He worked damned hard. Just last night we were looking at the view and musing about how lucky we are, when I told him "That's your reward for all those nights you pulled yourself out of bed at 2 in the morning and hauled ass down to the hospital."
Retired now for 20 years. He worked damned hard. Just last night we were looking at the view and musing about how lucky we are, when I told him "That's your reward for all those nights you pulled yourself out of bed at 2 in the morning and hauled ass down to the hospital."
I've never known anyone who works as hard as doctors do. My wife was on labor-and-delivery call 24 hours a day, seven days a week, for years, and saw patients all day on top of it. She went for nine years without a vacation. The American public doesn't know how good they have it, but they're going to find out the hard way when they wind up with the kind of medical care people take for granted in Europe.
Ah yes, she had to show up to catch the baby from the obs, huh. My husband kept similar hours. He was in solo practice, so his beeper was welded to his hip. All those interrupted dinners and xmases and birthdays...
M wrote: "The American public doesn't know how good they have it, but they're going to find out the hard way when they wind up with the kind of medical care people take for granted in Europe."M, that demands an intrusion in Ruth's demesne (begging your leave, milady). The standards of medical care on the continent are as varied as the number of countries constituting the EU. NB: I've deliberately excluded that little island off to the west.
I keep promising myself that when my eyelids start getting heavy I'll sign out before I have a chance to type things that are bound to embarrass me the next morning. You're right, GN.Do the English historically consider themselves Europeans?
M wrote: "Do the English historically consider themselves Europeans?"Oh...at the risk of inciting infamy and mayhem, I'd say, "NO", in general. There are, however, always exceptions to the rule.
As to signing out, dear M, don't do that. That's when your posts start to become most...enlightening! :D
How about changing the subject from medicine to cats? A friend has posted one of my previously published poems in her blog.
http://sherrychandler.com/2010/11/05/...
http://sherrychandler.com/2010/11/05/...
Congratulations on the publication, Ruth. Gabi has some lovely cat photos in her thread, as well. I wonder if they would also inspire you.
Thanks, GN. The poem isn't really about cats, tho. It's more about life and aging.
This poem was published earlier in Tar River, a journal I was really pleased to get into. Once a poem is published then I can let it get out onto the internet.
This poem was published earlier in Tar River, a journal I was really pleased to get into. Once a poem is published then I can let it get out onto the internet.
The poem preceded the picture...I see. I had a very strong sense of the movement of the cat in the last lines...You have to wait until it's picked up before posting it? Copyright issues?
The picture is of Sherry Chandler, whose blog my poem is on. I'd never even seen that picture until today.
But oh yes, that cat in the last lines was real. I used to see it out my kitchen window. It was not the motivation for the poem, though. That was the old guy, and my thoughts about aging.
No copyright issues. I hold the copyright to my own work, of course. But posting something on the open internet is considered publishing. Almost all poetry journals will not publish previously published work. Therefore I never post work until after it's been well and truly published.
But oh yes, that cat in the last lines was real. I used to see it out my kitchen window. It was not the motivation for the poem, though. That was the old guy, and my thoughts about aging.
No copyright issues. I hold the copyright to my own work, of course. But posting something on the open internet is considered publishing. Almost all poetry journals will not publish previously published work. Therefore I never post work until after it's been well and truly published.
Ruth, your advice about using concrete images when writing poetry leaves me with the feeling that you've left something important unsaid. How can concrete images, however indispensible as agents of communication, be a worthwhile end in themselves? Mustn't they be intuitively chosen so that, through symbolism and contextual implication, they convey far more than the named image? How else is one to communicate a profound experience in a few words--something impossible to accomplish using abstractions?Obviously, not all or even most image words used in a poem should be charged with deeper meaning, but it seems to me that in successful poems, a higher proportion of them are.
I realize this is probably the wrong group to post this in, but it's meant merely as an impression, not an argument.
Mustn't they be intuitively chosen so that, through symbolism and contextual implication, they convey far more than the named image? How else is one to communicate a profound experience in a few words--something impossible to accomplish using abstractions?
Bingo, M. You've answered your own question.
Bingo, M. You've answered your own question.
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1. new contacts
2. new trifocals to wear over contacts
3. new trifocals to wear without contacts
4. new computer glasses
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Help, my plastic is melting.
At least you can see us better. I just got a rejection letter from a poetry magazine that was not a form e-mail. It said we're sorry but we enjoyed it (I don't get THAT!!!) and please send us more.
I've no clue if this means they're softened up or if this means nothing.
I've no clue if this means they're softened up or if this means nothing.
It means they like your work but THAT one didn't quite suit their publication or readership. Keep sending them stuff!
Newengland wrote: "At least you can see us better. I just got a rejection letter from a poetry magazine that was not a form e-mail. It said we're sorry but we enjoyed it (I don't get THAT!!!) and please send us mor..."
It means you came close. Send them more. And remind them about the note.
It means you came close. Send them more. And remind them about the note.
Good morning gracious lady. How are you this fine sunny morning? The sky is blue and the air is brisk. My house is so cold. Hope your poetry writing is clipping along. Thanks for all the sharing. C
Merry Christmas Gracious Lady, indeed. The Artful One, the Muse, the Poet Laureate of L&G (among other credits).
Happy merry to you all. Gracious lady? You make me smile. I'm loud and talkative and wave my hands around too much.
I had a great weekend. Our 2nd-to-youngest turned 50, and I baked an orange almond cake with chocolate icing, Chiron Review took two of my poems, and I sold two of the little visual poetry art pieces.
I'm not regretting my decision to sell those pieces at very reasonable a price. Since they're small and fairly quick to do, and I'm no longer with a gallery I don't have to pay the standard 50% commission, plus I decided that I'd rather see these pieces out in the world than languishing in my studio where nobody sees them.
I'm not regretting my decision to sell those pieces at very reasonable a price. Since they're small and fairly quick to do, and I'm no longer with a gallery I don't have to pay the standard 50% commission, plus I decided that I'd rather see these pieces out in the world than languishing in my studio where nobody sees them.




