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About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.

Social Math — UK

Posted on April 25, 2018 by JMN

The venerable Henry Purslane Chichester, Sir Alistair Chichester’s ancestor, is much remembered in Chichesterton-Upon-Hogg for having wrested Henry’s Bog from the Burlingame clan in 1427. (A diehard remnant of the Burlingames still refer to it as “Burlingame’s Bog.”) Henry’s Bog … Continue reading →

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Listening to…

Posted on April 25, 2018 by JMN

Patricia Barber. I hear a lot of her music on my streaming sources. This amazing artist is prolific, and sings unfailingly fresh-sounding covers of standards, like the one I just heard: “Bye-Bye Blackbird.” Her vocals and arrangements and accompaniment are … Continue reading →

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Written in the 70s — Góngora

Posted on April 25, 2018 by JMN

Góngora – Mallarmé – Joyce Hopkins and the Arabs under threat, constant, of the blade sweetened whetted-sweet blade who self-denied the host second-chanced fall the same weak one, none such weaker language tongue on verge (of) tongue simply rung toward … Continue reading →

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Written in the 70s — Formalism

Posted on April 25, 2018 by JMN

FORMALISM…. finger any one food and say, ‘That’s what does it.’” What does is it his mind, the life-shaper. The main struggle in my life is for form — its own form. Definition; delimitation of boundaries. How necessary is solitude, … Continue reading →

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“Man Gesturing”

Posted on April 25, 2018 by JMN
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“Burning the Brush Pile”

Posted on April 24, 2018 by JMN

I find among my keepings a poem by Galway Kinnell published in the New Yorker June 19, 2006. Its title is “Burning the Brush Pile.” Tending the pile, the speaker discovers a small, half-burnt snake still alive: “It stopped where … Continue reading →

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From Memory

Posted on April 23, 2018 by JMN

“In Memory of W. B. Yeats,” poem by W. H. Auden, poets.org This poem has several “movements,” like a symphony. I marvel at its discursive tone — “You were silly like us” — until the last stanza, where it becomes … Continue reading →

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To a Friend

Posted on April 23, 2018 by JMN

8-12-2012 “I need to return to it at a quieter time.” Lets have this understanding, though. Never give anything I send or link you to more than a moment of your time unless you really want to. And if you … Continue reading →

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This Is Stag Country

Posted on April 23, 2018 by JMN

Fay Dawne Burmeister was valedictorian the year Boog Jeeters got his lacerated kidney in the game against Horne. When Boog was born, Lonnie wanted to call him Booger. Can you feature that? Booger Jeeters. Reba wouldn’t have it, said no … Continue reading →

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Social Math — UK

Posted on April 23, 2018 by JMN

Sir Alistair Chichester is in the habit of quaffing two pints of bitter at The Thane of Thoth every afternoon from 3 to 4 p.m., excepting Sundays. Each pint costs a quid tuppence. (Sir Alistair, of course, is indifferent to … Continue reading →

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