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How to Apologize, I, II, III, IV

12/18/2023

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I can hardly believe it. NO WAY!

This is the last post of 2023 - where did the time go?

But here we are, so let's go out with a grand finale - a series of four abstracts (a four course meal) paired with a poem that grabbed me (a deep red wine with a heady bouquet and a lingering, oaky finish).  For dessert?  How about some winning readers (a warmed, rich berry pie topped with ice cream).  Oh, oh and OH!  Now we're going to need a long winter's nap.
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How to Apologize I
​HOW TO APOLOGIZE - by Ellen Bass
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Cook a large fish — choose one with many bones, a skeleton
you will need skill to expose, maybe the flying
silver carp that’s invaded the Great Lakes, tumbling
the others into oblivion. If you don’t live
near a lake, you’ll have to travel.
Walking is best and shows you mean it,
but you could take a train and let yourself
be soothed by the rocking
on the rails. It’s permitted
to receive solace for whatever you did
or didn’t do, pitiful, beautiful
human. 
When my mother was in the hospital,
my daughter and I had to clear out the home
she wouldn’t return to. Then she recovered
and asked, incredulous,
How could you have thrown out all my shoes?
So you’ll need a boat. You could rent or buy,
but, for the sake of repairing the world,
build your own. Thin strips
of Western red cedar are perfect,
but don’t cut a tree. There’ll be
a demolished barn or downed trunk
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How to Apologize II
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How to Apologize III

​I​f you venture further.
And someone will have a mill.
And someone will loan you tools.
The perfume of sawdust and the curls
that fall from your plane
will sweeten the hours. Each night
we dream thirty-six billion dreams. In one night
we could dream back everything lost.
​
So grill the pale flesh.
Unharness yourself from your weary stories.
Then carry the oily, succulent fish to the one you hurt.
There is much to fear as a creature
caught in time, but this
is safe. You need no defense. This
is just another way to know
you are alive.
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How to Apologize IV
Thank you to everyone who participated in 2023's monthly Reader Giveaways.   More than 25 parcels were delivered to lucky winners over twelve months.  And the final winners of the year (selected at random by Wonder Mike) are:  Dotty S. Trina T., C and Carl S.  Email  [email protected] with your shipping address, then watch your mailbox for a sweet surprise - and thanks so much for reading and commenting.
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Carl Stoveland
12/18/2023 09:05:38 am

Oh my goodness! First thanks for the reader giveaway. It doesn’t seem fair to get gifts beyond this of your thoughts, the poems you curate for us and of course your magical art! I will savor this poem over and over. It’s got a lot to chew on.

Have a great 2024
Carl

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lola
12/18/2023 02:18:12 pm

Carl!!! Thanks, friend. I appreciate your appreciation! Yay! And that poem - right? Stopped me in my tracks and made me look and look again. Happy New Year to you and to Wendy!

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Jerusha Benjamin
1/8/2024 04:33:58 pm

Carl, so happy to see your name on this board (although not surprised)!

I'm so looking forward to diving into this poem.

Lola, your art continues to cause me to gasp. Just wonderful in the very real sense of the word.

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lola
1/8/2024 05:59:38 pm

Jerusha! Thanks so much for your lovely comment - you brought grateful tears to my eyes. To touch another this way with the things I create and curate is beyond wonderful. xo

Trina
12/18/2023 09:39:43 am

Oh yeah! More Lola Art!!! No one can ever really have enough💕☺️. Seriously though thank you for given us all these beautiful thoughts to ponder…. Much ❤️

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lola
12/18/2023 02:18:47 pm

Trina!!! Thank you SO much for another year of support, encouragement and enthusiasm! I so appreciate you! xo

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Dotty Seiter gmail link
12/18/2023 01:19:52 pm

Wonder Mike, you are a wonder, poking your nose in my direction for a reader giveaway! THANK YOU.

Lola, YOU are a wonder, interbeing with your own boundless creative energy and the creations of others. THANK YOU.

LOVE the four abstracts of this grand finale—their bright colors and captivating compositions!

I'm curious: are any of them phoenixes that have risen from the ashes of earlier gesso murders???

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lola
12/18/2023 02:20:40 pm

Dotty!!!! Wonder Mike has decided he should be called "Shogun Mike". We're not sure. :)

Thank you for all your comments, support, encouragement, feedback and presence. I am so grateful for you!

And yes, indeed! How to Apologize I is a phoenix from a gesso murder. The deep texture and dimensionality that resulted from the layers makes me smile!

Happy New Year!

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Carol Edan link
1/3/2024 04:18:07 am

Missed this, sorry. Days flow into more days, and sometimes have to think what day is today, doesn't matter!
I always love when you go abstract with landscapes.
Specially love #1
The divisions of strata and all the lines implied and painted that connect. Leaves a lot to investigate and wander about. Keep this line going at "central" All the best for the new year, health, creativity, and all that you have and grateful for!

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lola
1/3/2024 02:52:53 pm

Carol! Hello and happy new year!

This flurry of abstractscapes was a fabulous way to end the year. The first painting was "planned" (composition, design) while the next three were a spontaneous response to landscape photos. It's always interesting to me how differently things turn out depending on how you enter the starting gate, yes? xo

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