CREATIVITY MANIFESTED BY STUNNING JUXTAPOSITION…

CREATIVITY MANIFESTED BY STUNNING JUXTAPOSITION…

"Creativity is that marvelous capacity to grasp mutually distinct realities and draw a spark from their juxtaposition”

 - Max Ernst

… Swan song ?

“I spoke fire, laughed smoke, and madness spilled forth from my inspiration.” 

―Arthur Holitscher

          “The imaginary is what tends to become real.” 

                                    ― André Breton

                                            L.P.-G.

                                            6/2013

6-24-2013: HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY, CRAB-CAKES !!

Happy birthday to 2^nd born son;

Just can’t believe he’s turned 21!!

Yes, it’s surreal!!!

To our Ryan Christopher… XOXOX, MOM and DAD

(P.S.  From my own perspective, happiness is when the man behind the ice cream counter still remembers you from your teenage days 40 years ago!)

I JUST HAD ONE QUESTION AT THE VERY END:

   WHERE WERE THE ‘ROCKS’?
  

Of course, it’s clearly obvious there were plenty of the ‘above variety’ in the season finale of MadMen, but I’m referring to the kind that ‘Jenny’ firmly threw. Watching that segment of Forest Gump always makes me think that the rocks could somehow expunge the deleterious memories that remained of her far too tumultuous childhood.

  

 

Pundits and critics had been opining that Draper’s ongoing escapades were making him grow rather unlikeable and the repetitious “bad boy” behavior was finally taking its toll on a few fans (present company excluded). That said, I dare say that last night’s finale has cast him in a different light; i.e., one showing the potential of introspection despite the heavy undertones of phallic narcissism [for the latter definition read Alexander Lowen, please!] his character exudes like carbon dioxide. Yes, I actually felt quite sorry for him!!

 

It’s also been stated by many a religious zealot that concupiscence is the root of all evil … a “FALL FROM GRACE” if you will. All the same, this AMC series abounds with such strong desires, whether it be for power, money or sins of the flesh. Just about every character takes his/her turn at it [except for Trudy Campbell!].

 

 

 

On the other hand, a s***** childhood leaves deep emotional voids and festering wounds. Go ahead; throw those rocks, Dick Whitman!!

 

 

 

 

   

Well, adieu to season 6. Can’t wait for season 7 in 2014! Keep up the great work you writers, producers, directors, etc. And to the creator of it all, it appears you’ve got a b’day coming up, so Happy Birthday, as well!!

 

 

P.S. I got a kick out of “Miss Porter’s”

Looking forward to a freshly creative season 7….

Sincerely, Lisa Porter-Grenn

 

ALL LITTLE BOYS LOOK UP…

TO THEIR DADDIES

 

 

HAPPY DADDY’S DAY !!!!

  

 

6-16-2013

AND JUST HOW DOES ONE DEFINE ‘AWKWARD’ ANYWAY?

     AND JUST HOW DOES ONE

                    DEFINE ‘AWKWARD’ ANYWAY?

 I.e., Wasn’t that a very looooooong ride?

How many times, with tin-buttons ‘just pressed’,

We enter this vault, so completely un-dressed;

We stand, then descend; exhaling out fate:

Detaching our cares, our dislikes, and our hates…

Echoed by brass; warmed by fanciful grates.

Then, by intentional gazes we caught,

Avert our own eyes, crossing blank items off;

Forsaking all mercy, all logic, all sense;

The elevator sways with a stern recompense.

One’s image hence bends

In this odd, stark relief

Distorted by fury… applied by gold leaf;

As phantom bells softly tick three levels off,

As newcomers enter and children part coughs,

The elevator shudders, then shyly sings soft.

We hurl out of daydreams,

As never before; this ride grows much faster

Through tightly sealed doors;

We ponder those folks-

   Who’ve been newly dropped off . . .

(The elevator groans and starts pacing aloft).

Ten-floors below: what DO their hearts hold?

Imaginary lives, a performance unfolds;

Yet, tiring lassitude and shadowy clashes

Still muster faint praise for the idols and masses.

Yes, how many times, with tin buttons ‘just pressed’

We enter life’s vault under terms of duress?

Caught in the maelstrom of ‘been there before’

Provisional lessons court

“Permanent doors”.

Yet, multitudes yearn for faint folly, not reason;

Secrets lay barren, but NEVER in season;

All of this motion just taken in stride: