Definition #139 (Jeanne from Queens #11) emotions

Doesn't everyone dress in gold in 1977?

Doesn’t everyone dress in gold in 1977?

Tom Wolfe:

In an essay published in 2007, Tom Wolfe argued that the newspaper industry would stand a much better chance of survival if newspaper editors encouraged reporters to “provide the emotional reality of the news, for it is the emotions, not the facts, that most engage and excite readers and in the end are the heart of most stories.”

He said there are exactly four technical devices needed to get to “the emotional core of the story.” They are the specific devices, he said, “that give fiction its absorbing or gripping quality, that make the reader feel present in the scene described and even inside the skin of a particular character.”

The four:

1) constructing scenes;

2) dialogue — lots of it;

3) carefully noting social status details — “everything from dress and furniture to the infinite status clues of speech, how one talks to superiors or inferiors … and with what sort of accent and vocabulary”; and

4) point of view, “in the Henry Jamesian sense of putting the reader inside the mind of someone other than the writer.”

Definition #138 (Jeanne from Queens #10) articulate

Jeanne and Quenby 1975

Jeanne and Quenby
1975

Richard Wilbur said:

“I would feel dead if I didn’t have the ability periodically to put my world in order with a poem.

I think to be inarticulate is a great suffering,

and is especially so to anyone who has a certain knack for poetry.

Definition #137 (Jeanne from Queens #9) writing

Polynose Jeanne

Poly-nose Jeanne (cartoon by Jeanne)

“Good writing is always about things that are important to you,

things that are scary to you,

things that eat you up.”

—John Edgar Wideman

Definition #136 (Jeanne from Queens#8) Touch

Jeanne and Quenby  1992

Jeanne and Quenby
1992

stay in touch: facebook

facetime, face to face, albums:

startling visuals!

Definition #135 (Jeanne from Queens #7) Choices

Jeanne and Owen At a Wedding Shower  for Quenby  7-15-2007

Jeanne and Owen
At a Wedding Shower
for Quenby
7-15-2007

we children of God

get to choose who to love-who

to adore-forgive

Definition # 128 (Jeanne from Queens) That Smile

From my face to Annika's 2015

From my face to Annika’s
2015

Self-confidence walks

grins ear to ear knowingly:

“My clan, my kin, folks!

Definition #127 ( Jeanne From Queens) February

Margaret Atwood and I agree...

Margaret Atwood and I agree…

February

by Margaret Atwood

Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with yellow
Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries
to get onto my head. It’s his
way of telling whether or not I’m dead.
If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am
He’ll think of something. He settles
on my chest, breathing his breath
of burped-up meat and musty sofas,
purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,
not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,
declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,
which are what will finish us off
in the long run. Some cat owners around here
should snip a few testicles. If we wise
hominids were sensible, we’d do that too,
or eat our young, like sharks.
But it’s love that does us in. Over and over
Again, He shoots, he scores! and famine
crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing
eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits
thirty below, and the pollution pours
out of our chimneys to keep us warm.
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
Cat, enough of your greedy whining
and your small pink bumhole.
Off my face! You’re the life principle,
more or less, so get going
on a little optimism around here.
Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.

“February” by Margaret Atwood, from Morning in the Burned House. © Houghton Mifflin, 1996. Reprinted with permission.

Definition #126 (Jeanne from Queens) Below Zero

frozen faces don't smile

frozen faces don’t smile

frozen muscles crack

smile pierces cold cheeks and eyes

warm breath dispels frost

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