Self Interview with Scott Owens and myself in Referential Magazine

Go HERE to read more about how Scott and I collaborated to create The Nature of Attraction. Thank you, Jessie Carter, editor (former editor of Folding Word). The journal is based on an interesting concept. Read about it and submit.

My voice is making some attempt to come back after this extended loss from Oct 8 on, my longest in years now, but not like when I lost it completely for three years in the early years of ME/CFS. This illness is a challenge, to put it mildly. Today was an especially weak day, one that takes everything I have in me just to get from room to room or lift my arms. The interview came as a nice surprise on such a day. I knew it was coming out, but not when.

Pris

Oh, for fun, a few shots of houses in a neighborhood near ours that uses enough electricity over the Christmas holidays to feed a family in Africa for six months.

Haigaonline is OUT and my husband and I are in this 'family' themed issue

My husband and I are in the 'just out' Haigaonline. This is the family issue. I used photos he took when he helped convoy a boat from Nassau to Norfolk (they went on to Canada) to create my haiku. He went through many areas quickly that I sailed /motor-sailed more leisurely in my 1977 trip.

This link doesn't go straight to our work. Click on 'contemporary haiga' in the index. Little arrows across the top will lead you to all three haiga.

Other great haiga in here, too. I especially like the innovative collage haiga.

Pris

Reposting ;And Death Shall Have No Dominion' by Dylan Thomas, a poem I really love.

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

So This Is Christmas by Celine Dion.....my week for posting some favorite songs.

Featuring Vladimir Golub, born in Byelorussia-1953 with an art piece perfect for now

At the very start of his creative activity Golub, like many of his contemporaries, experienced the expansion of the official Soviet art on the one hand, and the emasculation of late avant-garde on the other. It made him search for his own style. Currently his style represents a combination of realism and fantasy. Inspired by the images of West-Slavic mythology, the painter created his own symbolic-allegorical landscape inhabited by the Spirits of Nature. 




The above was taken from the following link. Read more here about the artist and see more of his work. I really love it.

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http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2057217&id=1619641475#!/album.php?aid=2057217&id=1619641475

Laura Hillenbrand featured in Elle. Her writing and her struggle with CFS/ME

What an inspiring woman, both in her writing and in the challenges of her illness! She truly has become our spokesperson through her successes.

An excerpt from the Elle interview with Hillenbrand. Read it all here:http://www.elle.com/Beauty/Health-Fitness/Chronic-Fatigue-Syndrome-A-Celebrated-Author-s-Untold-Tale
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Hillenbrand has chronic fatigue syndrome (CFS), a cruel medical condition with an unfortunate name that fails utterly to do ­justice to an often debilitating array of so far unexplained symptoms, including muscle pain, unrelenting exhaustion, digestive problems, environmental hypersensitivity, occasional fevers, and that aforementioned vertigo. “Laura is on the more severe end of the spectrum,” says Fred Gill, MD, a noted specialist in ­infectious disease at the National Institutes of Health, who treated her for many years. “It’s very serious. It stops people’s lives.”


“It’s so frightening and hellish and disorienting,” Hillenbrand says, “and on top of that there’s this layer of gripping fear, because I don’t know what will happen next, if it will get worse.” She’s sitting at her dining-room table, one foot folded under her knee, looking like the picture of health, pretty and cheerful, in a black blouse, metal-rimmed glasses, and hoop earrings.


It’s early afternoon, her best time of day. Since she first came down with the disease in 1987, the severity of her symptoms has shifted without warning or explanation, and the ferocious relapse that began three years ago, as she was deep into the research phase of her ­second book, seems gradually to be abating. Over the years, Hillenbrand has often gone for long stretches without so much as leaving her room, but she’s feeling strong enough lately to receive a visitor. Aside from Flanagan, a soft-spoken professor of ­political philosophy, who passes through from time to time; her new doctor, who by necessity does house calls; and one social visit a few weeks back, I’m the only person she’s seen in months.


“When I was really dizzy, I was almost screaming with fear because it’s so thoroughly disorienting, but it’s not too bad right now,” she says, smiling. “Things are moving in a liquid kind of way, and the floor is slanting and it looks like a really bad computer-generated image. Nothing looks real.”
It’s only then that I realize Hillenbrand has ­remained perfectly still—keeping her hands folded in her lap—since we sat down an hour before. Suddenly imagining how my own gestures must look to her, I try not to make any abrupt movements.

My favorite video of this song by Roy Orbison....In Dreams

Gean journal is out. AND The Red Fez

Gean Tree Journal of short forms is out! Go to http://www.geantree.com/haiga12_10PCampbell.html to check it out.

Under haiga, you'll find three collaborations of mine with Geoff Sanderson. Each comes up one at the time, so hit 'next' underneath to see all three.

A good issue to browse through if you like haiga, haiku, tanka, and more.

Also, today, The Red Fez published their journal. Find my poem in it at The Red Fez You'll also find find poets such as A.D. Winans, Lyn Lifshin, Puma Pearl....

Still dealing with this virus from you know where. Not online much but did want to post this.