Friday, October 31, 2014

Thursday, October 30, 2014

dark glimmerings said Princess Haiku


All Hallows "To Do List," said Princess Haiku



All Hallows “To Do List”


Ten Things To Do Before Midnight

1) Polish the crystal ball.
2) Leave a note for planchette.
3) Open the moon umbrella and be patient; 12 
more minutes to wait.
4) Close eyes and try to remember my midnight 
birth of long ago.
5) Finish reading Midnight's Children by Salman Rusdie. 
6) Eat the last bite of chocolate ice cream.
7) Ask the Tarot if miracles are still possible.
8) Snap in the DVD of Children of Paradise.
9) Slip into the slinky midnight blue........
10) Listen to the sound of the wind ruffling through
 tall green Ponderosa pines 
and remember when listening was enough.

At the stroke of midnight put down the calligraphy 
pen and curl into bed, smudgy fingers and all for a
dream awaits. 






Wednesday, October 29, 2014

a breath of pink said, Princess Haiku



This is one of the flowers that I captured in the dahlia garden in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco this year. The garden was a gift from the San Francisco Dahlia Society. Thanks to the volunteers who presented the City of San Francisco and its visitors with such a wondrous garden.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

a profusion of pink petals said, Princess Haiku


I captured this dahlia about a month ago in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. It's majestic pink overwhelms the eye.

Persephone in the Underworld, Part 1

This is opalescent glass in the Great Mausoleum of Cypress Lawn Cemetery in Colma, California. It was made by Louis Comfort Tiffany, Harry and Bert Hopps, Frederick S. Lamb or Charles J. Connick before World War I. The Cypress Lawn Collection comprises one of the largest displays of opalescent glass in the United States. This somber paradises sparkles like Persephone in an underworld of jewels and colors. This is part 1, of a twelve part series that I am posting on Princess Haiku 2014-2015. Enjoy! It wasn't easy venturing into The Great Mausoleum and peering into tombs, but I wanted to capture some of this beauty before it disappears. Priceless glass, monuments and other funeral art is disappearing from cemeteries across the United States and represents a valuable heritage of art. It is my hope that historical societies will do all that is possible to save that which is still intact.
















Sunday, October 26, 2014

Saturday, October 25, 2014

beautiful hours of a flower, said Princess Haiku


Doorway to Eternity: Part 1



The Colma Necropolis is located outside of San Francisco and is a vast city of souls for about 1.5 million people sleep within the gates of its sixteen cemeteries. Although the Necropolis was founded in 1924, entire church graveyards and neighborhood cemeteries predating the 1900s were relocated to Colma, from San Francisco.

Today, the cemeteries contain burial grounds, columbaria, private and public mausoleums chapels and a treasure trove of hidden art. Within the gates of the various cemeteries can be found priceless stained glass windows, hand carved monuments, and beautifully engraved metal doorways into private mausoleums. Several of the hand engraved private mausoleum doors captivated me with their intricate beauty & spiritual symbolism. During a recent visit to the Necropolis I captured several images of them, which I will be posting.


In essence the doors were made to be portals into spirit, doorways into eternity and entrances to private chambers, where loved ones could find consolation.  Many of the crypts are deteriorating with age and much of the beauty Tiffany glass has disappeared sadly due to theft. My visit was a rare opportunity to view the vanishing art of the Necropolis and an opportunity to share what I found with others. Although this is funeral art; in the end it is simply art with the capability of transcending death.

Friday, October 24, 2014

a ballerina dahlia said, Princess Haiku


 
                                                                                                                                                                                  
This is one of the flowers that I captured in the dahlia garden in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco this year. The garden was a gift from the San Francisco Dahlia Society. Thanks to the volunteers who presented the City of San Francisco and its visitors with such a wondrous garden. I have very much enjoyed this garden and it has touched my heart with its beauty. Over the months I had occasion to chat with locals and tourists visiting the garden.  People came from the San Francisco Bay Area and countries around the world. It is my understanding that less than ten people planted and cared for the thousands of dahlias that bloomed. It is amazing to me how such a few people gave such an enormous gift and I find that inspirational. 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Exquisite, Madame Chrysanthemum said Princess Haiku



This lovely spider chrysanthemum blooms as winter approaches. It's so chilly tonight I will wrap myself in her fronds to protect myself from an early frost.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

a sorrowing angel



I spent several hours in the Colma Necropolis outside of SF today and captured enough images of angels to be satisfied. I had also read about the priceless Tiffany Stained Glass ceilings in the Cypress Lawn Public Mausoleum and had to see and capture those. They comprise one of the largest displays of opalescent glass in the United States. They were made and installed between 1890- 1930.

There were also individual private mausoleums with their own small windows. -Just amazingly and eerily beautiful. The solitude inside the Great Mausoleum is a bit intense. One of the crypts was engraved, "To my beloved bride." The bride had died in the early 1900's three months after her marriage. I could image her ghost sweeping through the hushed and somber halls of the mausoleum with its otherworldly beauty, in her white wedding dress and veil. 

Now it is time to seek more lively company although I will be posting the images I captured over the course of several months. Like Persephone, I have entered the underworld temporarily and will be sharing the somber beauty that I discovered. 

Saturday, October 04, 2014

Maria Callas "La Wally"





Ode to Aphrodite


Deathless Aphrodite throned in flowers,
Daughter of Zeus, O terrible enchantress,
With this sorrow, with this anguish, break my spirit,
Lady, no longer!
Hear anew the voice! O hear and listen!
Come as in that island dawn thou camest,
Billowing in thy yoked cart to Sappho
Forth from thy father’s
Golden house in pity!... I remember
Fleet and fair thy sparrows drew thee, beating
Fast their wings above the dusky harvests,
Down the pale heavens,
Lighting anon!  And thou, O blest and brightest,
Smiling with immortal eyelids, asked me:
“Maiden, what betideth thee?  Or wherefore
Callest upon me?
“What is here the longing more than other,
Here in this mad heart?  And who the lovely
One beloved thou would not lure to loving?
Sappho, who wrongs thee?
How so unwilling..
Come again to me!  O now!  Release me!
End the great pang!  And all my heart desireth
Now of fulfillment, fulfill!  O Aphrodite,
Fight by my shoulder!




Monday, June 09, 2014

Waterlily Series by Pamela A. Babusci and Diane Dehler


http://www.haigaonline.com/gallery.html


I have always been drawn to waterlilies as symbols of wisdom and transformation. In my pursuit of the waterlily I seek the joy and transcendence that emerges from perception of perfect beauty. I approach photography as only a poet can: with an intuitive heart & desire to become that which I perceive; a perfect moment of a flower.







Friday, June 06, 2014

La Beauté
fair as a dream in stone I loom afar
— mortals! — with dazzling breast where, bruised in turn
all poets fall in silence, doomed to burn
with love eternal as the atoms are.
white as a swan I throne with heart of snow
in azure space, a sphynx that none divine,
no hateful motion mars my lovely line,
nor tears nor laughter shall I ever know.
and poets, lured by this magnificence
— this grandeur proud as Parian monuments —
toil all their days like martyrs in a spell;
lovers bewitched are they, for I possess
pure mirrors harbouring worlds of loveliness:
my wide, wide eyes where fires eternal dwell!
— Lewis Piaget Shanks,

Baudelaire,
Flowers of Evil (New York: Ives Washburn, 1931)



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