I had already downloaded the e-book format, but there is something wonderful about feeling the pages turn and reveal the words that are waiting for me on the next page.
Jean-Jacques” acknowledgement at the end of the book was poignant and a testament to the creative talent of Marianne, his wife and life partner.
“My profound heartfelt thanks to my dear wife and life partner Marianne. For it is she with her creative mind, for near all my book designs, continues to be my poetic council, reader and adviser. Thus so with patience, that can still endure my unorthodox writing time, and schedule abuses. Her ongoing encouragement, along with that of generous readers, have brought this effort, my seventeenth collection of poems, to a finished book state.”
I have already taken Poetry in Brief on my nature walk and spoke the words aloud in the sunshine to the audience of spring flowers.
It was not what I expected. The cartridges were missing. How could this be? I soon discovered that I did not look at the fine print which features the benefits of this specific fountain pen. The cartridges were not to be found when I looked back at my order.
Serendipity had prevailed for I had been looking for a fountain pen that required ink and reluctantly ordered what I thought was a cartridge fountain pen. I was excited to see the small pump-like apparatus that had clearly been upgraded since my 6th grade fountain pen days.
Now to order the ink.
Fountain pens are perfect for cursive writing, which is making a comeback in the world of keyboards and digitalization. Research suggests (and even maintains) that cursive handwriting stimulates the brain in ways that typing cannot. Other advantages included increased writing speed (I have yet to experience this benefit as my fingers love to type), improved fine motor skills, increased retention and enhanced legibility and spelling ability. Best of all, my signature will be of higher quality!
Over the next months, I will put cursive writing to the test and report back on my findings.
I leave you with this quote to consider:
“When you die, others who think they know you, will concoct things about you… Better pick up a pen and write it yourself, for you know yourself best.” Sholom Aleichem, Russian Writer
Tradition maintains that on March 17, in the year 432, Saint Patrick, at the young age of 16, was captured by Irish pirates from his home in Great Britain and taken as a slave to Ireland. Little did the pirates know that this young man would be an agent for change and celebrated centuries after his passing. They had found a treasure greater than gold
I am celebrating by going back in Ireland’s long-ago history to meet up with Amergin, aka Glúingel (“white knees”) a bard, a Milesian prince and Druid. It is said it that he was a judge for the Milesians in the Irish Mythological Cycle.
“The Mystery” is a starting point for more research into the ancient stories. Thank you for joining me in a nature walk, reading Amergin’s poem, “The Mystery.”
In researching this poem, I have come across the renowned Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory, Irish dramatist, folklorist and theatre manager.
This is Augusta, Lady Gregory’s translation of The Song of Amergin “The Mystery.”
“I am the wind on the sea; I am the wave of the sea; I am the bull of seven battles; I am the eagle on the rock I am a flash from the sun; I am the most beautiful of plants; I am a strong wild boar; I am a salmon in the water; I am a lake in the plain; I am the word of knowledge; I am the head of the spear in battle; I am the god that puts fire in the head; Who spreads light in the gathering on the hills? Who can tell the ages of the moon? Who can tell the place where the sun rests?”
Tonight, we celebrate Robert Burns, affectionately known as Rabbie Burns, the great Scottish poet and lyricist. He has been given the honoured titles of National Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet. He penned in the language of the Scots, even though much of his writing is in light Scots dialect and in English.
This year will be different from all other Robert Burns Suppers that have been held throughout its history. January 25, 2021 will be the first time that the Burns Supper will be going virtual across the world.
Dr. Leith Davis, Professor of English at Simon Fraser University and Director of Simon Fraser University, Centre for Scottish Studies, speaks of another moment in the history of Burns Suppers when new technologies connected the community celebrations across vast distances.
Thank you for joining in celebrating the life and works of Robert Burns.
Celebrating National Hat Day with Jean-Jacques Fournier with his poem, The Gift of a Day.
January 15th is National Hat Day, an unofficial holiday that celebrates one of the most essential accessories invented centuries ago. The Egyptians sported sassy headgear, along with the Ancient Greeks and Romans. Even Frederick the Great had something to say about hats when he remarked, “A crown is merely a hat that lets the rain in.”
I did not know that the Fedora was originally a woman’s hat. Nor did I know that “hatters” and “milliners” were not the same, although both made hats. Traditionally, hats for women were made by milliners and hats for men were made by hatters.
Hats keep us warm in winter’s chill and cool in summer’s heat. Hats shield us in spring rains, and protects us in autumn winds. From sun hats, berets, beanies, baseball caps to graduation mortarboards, hats give us a reason to celebrate.
The Gift Of A Day ” – to live as tho a lifetime –
Yesterday Was yet another guide, For what I am to live…
Today I am alive since now, To live as tho a lifetime This and every day…
Tomorrow Will only be, Of consequence When I am there, As I’ve no time For what may never be…
The gift of a day Be another morrow, I am alive again Since now, For yet another And find to choose I am to live this day And those that follow As though they be a lifetime!
The week between Christmas and News Years is a time of reflection and anticipation. The days are mellow, with the festive glow gently prompting us to look back to where we have been even as we look forward to where we are heading next.
Poignancy and anticipation invite us to invest in the present moment. As Edith Sitwell, advises, “Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
This winter, the duo of tea and books will take on new meaning within our continuing solitude.
My books have been neatly stacked and tea is at hand. And in this joyful spirit of reading, I think of Dave Astor’s literary version of Clement Clark Moore’s famous poem “A Visit from St. Nicolas, which he posted on December 13, 2020.
I am beyond thrilled that Dave game his permission for me to recite, ‘Twas the WRITE Before Christmas. Thank you Dave!
My dear friends, please join me in reciting this heartwarming poem that says thank you for the past year even as we welcome 2021.
Dave Astor’s literary version of Clement Clarke Moore’s famous poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas”:
Twas 12 days before Christmas, and all through the nook Few things are more stirring than reading a book The novels are stacked by the chimney with care To read or reread, like the stellar Jane Eyre The children are nestled all snug in their beds Too young for Dostoyevsky to mess with their heads My wife at her desk and the cat in my lap To read George Eliot beats taking a nap
Then outside the window there arose such a clatter As if Jack Reacher had made all the bad guys scatter To that window I raced (I did not totter) As fast as Voldemort chased Harry Potter
The moon shone down on Outlander-ish snow Evoking ghostly visions of Edgar A. Poe
When what to my wondering eyes’ insistence Appeared Ruth the librarian and eight assistants Ruth read Tolstoy’s novels so lively and quick I knew in a moment she wasn’t St. Nick Her book faves came faster than Zadie Smith quips She laughed and she shouted and said with her lips:
“Now, Hobbit! Now, Huck Finn! Now, Rob Roy and Moby! On, Zora! On, Liane! On, Jhumpa and Toni! To the top of to-read lists! Best-seller lists, too! Whether dead or alive, they belong in your queue!”
The wind took book pages and made them fly Up into the air: The Sheltering Sky On top of the house the library team rose Their cart full of fiction: Remarque-able prose
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof “Colette’s Claudine at School is such a fun goof” As I drew in my head, and spun all around, Down the chimney plunged Ruth, not Ezra Pound Sue Grafton mysteries that had come in the mail Stephen King novels streaked with ashes and hail Even more books that Ruth had flung on her back Including The Scarlet Letter in “A” big Nat-pack
Those books, how they twinkled! The titles so many! Atwood and Baldwin and Louise (last name Penny) Marquez magic realism and valet Jeeves And Lily Bart in Mirth — any reader grieves
Ruth knows William Faulkner put a pipe in his mouth And To Kill a Mockingbird is set in the South And Winnie the Pooh has a little round belly And Don Quixote “lived” before Mary Shelley And Thomas Hardy was hardly a jolly old elf And Of Human Bondage was based on Maugham himself
But don’t read Agatha Christie prior to bed To avoid waking up feeling nothing but dread
Ruth, as The Pathfinder, decides on a path Fills stockings with novels, like The Grapes of Wrath She then mutters Vonnegut’s phrase “So it goes” And back up the chimney the librarian rose She sprang again on the cart, and gave a whistle And away that crew flew like a sci-fi missile
But I heard Ruth exclaim, before she soared out of sight “The Great Gatsby is better than Tender Is the Night”
January 2020, I received a message from my nephew, Aaron, with a Family Challenge to read 25 books in the Year 2020. Incidentally, Aaron is a prodigious reader, his last update saying that he had a 1300 page book ready for our Family Challenge 2021. I signed up to the 25 in 2020 challenge along with six other family members. Every month, we would receive Aaron’s inspiring update encouraging us to keep reading.
December 2020, I received the latest update from Aaron, with a new challenge:
I would love everyone to reflect on the reading they have done and pick a top 5 for the year and then from there select one book as your favorite book of the year.
Here is the challenge! I would then like you to make a short blurb about this book to sell someone on your top selection. Think “Back of the book” style blurb to hook someone in. I will then take the blurbs submitted and let your words try to sell your best book of the year to not one, but two independent individuals who will select the book of their choice based on only your blurb. If you could have the write ups sent by December 22nd, I will engage the two individuals selecting shortly after Christmas so we can have the winners in time for the 2021 kickoff.
Godspeed to everyone and let me know if there are any questions or concerns.
There will be prizes for the two selected.
So with Aaron’s challenge in mind, I decided that I would submit my blurb in video format. So, without further ado, here are my 5 top books for 2020 in alphabetical order. You will find my top pick recorded in the video.
November has made its way through time with a speed that leaves me breathless, even a little bewildered. My sister Sarah, has a theory based on quantum physics that time speeds up as we age. I’m thinking that she has insight into this matter, considering that we are nearing the end of 2020 and are about to usher in 2021.
October by Robert Frost was to have been published the first part of November since, as the title clearly states that the poem is all about October. So without further ado, please join Robert Frost and me in reciting October. His words resonate: “Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief.”
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief. Hearts not averse to being beguiled, Beguile us in the way you know. Release one leaf at break of day; At noon release another leaf; One from our trees, one far away. Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst. Slow, slow! For the grapes’ sake, if they were all, Whose leaves already are burnt with frost, Whose clustered fruit must else be lost— For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
“There are adventures of the spirit and one can travel in books and interest oneself in people and affairs. One need never be dull as long as one has friends to help, gardens to enjoy and books in the long winter evenings.” D. E. Stevenson, Listening Valley
I read somewhere that the season of Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go, much like the leaves that fall gracefully to the outstretched arms of the earth.
Letting go, albeit reluctantly, of the warmth of summer allows me to explore the coming season of harvest where evening mists hold the promise of the coming winter. October is a time of plans for the long winter months where tea and hot chocolate challenge and decry the frigid winds that buffet my windows. I confess that Vancouver winters are not as cold as in other parts of Canada, but they do have the same mournful howl.
The books are stacked and the tea cupboards fully stocked. A warm shawl rests beside my reading chair along with my favourite “winter socks.”
I just added another book to my “to read” stack: “Listening Valley” by D.E. Stevenson (see above quote), who I just discovered was a best-selling Scottish author. She published more than 40 romantic novels over a period of more than 40 years. Her father was a first cousin of Robert Louis Stevenson, a confirmation that writing was in the family DNA. Goodreads noted that her books are “funny, intensely readable, engaging and dependable.”
In the first week of March, when Spring was awakening and the chill of winter was softening, enticing the earth to bring forth new growth, I received Jean-Jacques Fournier’s 16th book of poems, “Love – by any definition.”
The timing of publishing in January welcomed a new year and a new decade of wonderful possibilities. With its elegant cover of embossed gold and iconic photographs accompany the inside pages, Jean-Jacques’ book of poetry expressed the diverse perspectives of love’s sensibilities.
Jean-Jacques and Marianne were traveling in Italy when I received “Love – by any definition” in my mailbox. Once the book was in hand, I felt the immediate urge to head out into nature and recite one of the poems.
Reading out loud on a hill overlooking the Vancouver skyline was an exhilarating moment. The foreshadowing of what was to come within a few short days had not reached our city.
The word of the pandemic came only a few days later. March 12, 2020 the WHO announced the COVID-19 outbreak a pandemic. Jean-Jacques and Marianne returned quickly from their stay in Italy, safe and sound.
These past six months have been defining. The world has experienced an unprecedented disruption that continues to challenge our daily living and interactions.
As I listen to my recitation of Jean-Jacques’ poem, “I Wish You Love – more than you’d miss,” I hear a singular truth. In times of uncertainty, love and compassion, friendship and steadfastness will grant us courage and bestow a sense of community.
Join me in reciting “I Wish You Love – more than you’d miss.”
Jean-Jacques is a repeat guest on Tea Toast & Trivia Podcast. I invite you to the conversation.