tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35488661142463314992024-03-20T12:54:11.511-07:00the moon's favorsYou know how moonlight, when it’s really bright and cold, seems to hum and stick to you? That’s my favorite thing.deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comBlogger1003125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-55525532005487784272023-09-05T08:45:00.006-07:002023-10-10T18:25:56.302-07:00that which can only be sungNote prompted by the Guardian Tate review of the
Rossettis -- https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2023/apr/04/rossettis-review-tate-dante-gabriel-christina
My goodness, Mr. Jones, so what did you really think?
It was this silly "O the sexy" attitude toward DGRossetti that moved me to
write my first novel. Beyond the general ignorance
that he was painting icons, a whole world of history, andeborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-6939608853230771892023-07-23T11:13:00.001-07:002023-07-23T11:13:58.212-07:00The Road to Unfreedom: Russia, Europe, Americadeborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-32710976047852984672022-09-25T10:06:00.001-07:002023-05-29T09:54:01.787-07:00 "What Can European History Teach Us About Trump’s Ameri...deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-33015684280471602642022-08-08T17:50:00.001-07:002022-08-08T17:50:29.388-07:00deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-46083571764215740702022-03-05T22:16:00.001-08:002022-03-05T22:16:40.527-08:00deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-50915617260091616542022-02-14T10:46:00.000-08:002024-01-11T09:25:47.300-08:00Phantom Pain
remembering my dad
Phantom Pain
Phantom Pain won the 1997 National Mature
Media Silver Award for magazine feature writing.
by Deborah Conner
THE DAY could not have been more beautiful. I stood with my
mother and the deacon beside the long black limo and watched the attendant open
the back door of the hearse. I saw them approach—the honor guard, walking
slowly, deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-1454287479905182962022-01-13T12:41:00.004-08:002023-01-05T13:44:22.020-08:00Thirst
~Thirst~
Deborah Conner
from
Selected Stories from Scroll in Space: 2003-2013
paperback available at Amazon
Kline was walking the plank again. As he fell, something whispered: salt water... trolling tentacles... the swarming gold, shimmering. But these weren't fish he saw as the whisper lost its voice. Instead, he was staring up into the branches of a tree, light filtering down in dappleddeborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-14589354606684793172021-12-27T07:48:00.003-08:002021-12-28T10:47:53.526-08:00Holy SmokeFrom 2001
Keep breathing...
A dialogue: HOLY SMOKE
Anand said:
<<Saw Holy Smoke, Deb. I enjoyed it, but my friends couldn't relate to it. Unconventional (and disturbing— perhaps more so for a male, you think?) movie. In fact, offhand I can't think of any man I know who would like the movie. Interesting how the tables were turned, unexpectedly but very plausibly. [The bitchy "I deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-52450260512016319822019-03-25T09:43:00.004-07:002022-01-30T08:36:58.942-08:00Worry Stones Or Shared Memories
The Troubled Man: A Kurt Wallander Mystery
by Henning Mankell (Author), Laurie Thompson (Translator)June 12, 2016
I could feel it there, reading, just as Wallander senses that we often know more than we realize: Henning Mankell, sensing his own early end.
I think of Wallander winding down, sleeping out beneath the sky. Using a stone as a pillow. And his pilgrimage to his childhood, searching deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-28703481102326889332018-03-15T04:47:00.003-07:002018-03-15T04:54:35.477-07:00victorian archives (via Victoria list) The descriptions come from the sites themselves:
· The National Archives Victorian pages
Archive contains educational information, as well as many photographs from the period
· National Archive: Power, Politics, and Protest
An online exhibition on how and why political rights changed in 19th century Britain
· The Victorian Web
A resource for primary and secondary sources deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-23097613410290029062017-11-26T09:26:00.002-08:002023-10-12T14:25:52.226-07:00in need of a "profound modification of the human imagination."
note: for more on Couliano (Culianu) : see Dorin David, Conceptualizing Culianu's Model
Also the discussion here.
It strikes me -- modeling by way of opposites: perhaps a projection (and substrate) of our dual nature – a product / circumstance of our mind / brain : see The Master and his Emissary, (which also speaks to Couliano's model re shifts of power in religion.
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post:
deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-51035472374418353272017-04-11T09:38:00.004-07:002023-01-28T14:32:30.175-08:00prayer of an atheist
Conscious intention consecrates the moment
deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-16312595739190524982016-09-17T13:55:00.002-07:002022-07-30T11:19:30.463-07:00This will be raw because that's where I am.Letter to a friend.
Hi Michael (K),
What do I think is happening? Honestly?
This will be raw because that's where I am.
If you look at polls for the last 20 years for "what woman in the world was most admired?" you'd see it was Hillary.
If you look through the decades that Clinton has endured as she continued to work for the public good, because she did, you see that she has been attacked deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-20207500746094700682016-08-31T09:56:00.002-07:002020-07-26T13:32:02.244-07:00
Shy one, shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,
And lays them in a row.
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.
She carries in the candles,
And lights the curtained room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;
And shy as a rabbit,
deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-297691272632690482016-08-13T20:38:00.000-07:002017-06-29T11:48:56.867-07:00Without my dark
Without my dark,
you would have no desires.
No strengths in your urges, ambitions, or achievements.
Descent
I cross the rivers of Hades
in sleep:
Cocytus, Phlegethon, Acheron, and Styx,
by-passing the blisses of Letho.
Plutus is waiting
black-eyed and curious.
Few people come down this far, he comments.
He is dark and powerfuldeborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-39117393995022106392016-02-25T12:16:00.000-08:002016-04-16T17:07:47.910-07:00The Ascent / Eros Psychopompos
For one who looks at Beauty in the only way that Beauty can
be seen—only then will it become possible for him to give birth
(tiktein) not to images of virtue—because he’s in touch with no
images—but to true virtue—because he is in touch with true
Beauty. And being theophiles (god-loved/god-loving) belongs
to anyone who has given birth to true virtue and deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-34521560074202270792016-02-14T19:25:00.000-08:002022-07-19T19:08:07.824-07:00The Playboy Sheikh's Virgin Stable-GirlI don't tend toward genre romance, but -- being fascinated with fascination -- I'm always curious about how one gets drawn in.
I did read The Lord Next Door* in one sitting, just for the the exercise. Also sampled one of the Spur paperbacks. It strikes me that the wide stance of these two specific works puts a tentative finger on the perhaps impenetrable distance (think about it) between deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-78348644187541915702016-01-30T11:17:00.000-08:002016-05-30T12:38:56.978-07:00"we are all broken images of that which is seen when the mind stands still" ~Joseph Campbell
Masks of Oriental Gods: Symbolism of Kundalini Yoga
Front Matter
Preface
Introduction
1. Biblical style and Western Literature
2. Old Testament Types and Symbols
3. Types of Christian Revelation
4. Elements of Belief in the Qur'an
5. The Hindu Experience: An Examination of Folklore and Sacred deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-43981851082534533742015-12-03T00:30:00.000-08:002015-12-12T11:39:04.452-08:00as far as longing can reachThe common view of the pre-Socratic philosophers is that they stand at the beginning of Greek (and therefore Western) rationalism and science.
And so they do. But they also stood at the end of tradition, a life of the mind and the spirit that was intuitive and holistic. Men like Pythagoras, Heraclitus, Parmenides and Empedocles did not distinguish science from poetry or religious experience fromdeborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-11814155565871282322015-11-10T09:13:00.003-08:002017-12-17T06:19:40.244-08:00Still
Government is us - redux
deborah conner
op-ed roanoke times,
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Boom and bust is ever the stuff of market economies, especially when fierce competition is embraced over sense and symbiosis. In nature, the real world of laws we live by, only cancers work so selfishly, and they compete to the point of killing their host. Not a good way to do business.
Looking back, one deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-72848625479280257772015-08-27T12:23:00.000-07:002016-07-06T12:44:04.760-07:00Stillpoint
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.&deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-60353859949723031192015-08-27T09:56:00.000-07:002019-04-22T09:43:24.784-07:00memory
enter
deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-70211104420244908942015-04-20T09:00:00.001-07:002022-08-07T13:28:15.381-07:00aspecta medusa:This was our favorite at the Passion and Pathos exhibit.
Bronze medallion of Athena Promachos, wearing a helmet in
the form of Medusa's head and the aegis over her left shoulder.
A decoration from a formal chariot used for parades. Possibly
from a workshop in Delos, 2nd century BC.
Thessaloniki Archaeological Museum.
More about this figure below
Andromeda, by Perseus sav'd and wed,
deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-76447603499250150952015-03-09T08:22:00.000-07:002019-04-24T14:51:02.264-07:00The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe; to match your nature with Nature. ~Joseph Campbell
The story for me will always be about mystery: life/death, the power of love, and how to come to terms with a "creator" (to frame things in the standard projection of human/experiential terms, i.e., "cause/effect") that lets us die. Personally, I tend to think it's nothing personal, just the best that can be managed for now. But together, we'll think of something.
deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548866114246331499.post-80352027825581286852015-02-28T11:04:00.002-08:002023-08-07T11:45:59.397-07:00Government is us
Government is us
Editorial commentary
Deborah Conner
Conner, a freelance writer, lives in Rocky Mount.
Boom and bust is ever the stuff of market economies, especially when fierce competition is embraced over sense and symbiosis. In nature, the real world of laws we live by, only cancers work so selfishly, and they compete to the point of killing their host. Not a good way to do deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10237190727650725637noreply@blogger.com