The little book “Chicken Soup With Rice” By Maurice Sendak is one of a set of four books collectively titled “Nutshell Library” published in 1962. I am going to scan my copy, that I received as a child, and publish a page a month. Why? Because the world needs more Maurice Sendak…and chicken soup with rice.
Encounters: I had a conversation with a young lady about the recent Artemis 2 mission and the US space program. She was very interested, but thought we were sending people to the moon all the time, and wondered why this one was so special. I mentioned she was probably thinking of the space shuttle program. She is 25 years old.
Read: I am currently reading (and enjoying) “Traveling Music, The Soundtrack to My Life and Times By Neil Peart. The late Mr.Peart was also the (awesome) drummer and lyricist for the band Rush.
Observed: I was recently eating in a restaurant in a small Iowa town and at a nearby table were four older women enjoying the last of their lunch and having a good time visiting with each other. When they were preparing to pay the bill and leave the waitress asked, as many normally do, how their meals were. What followed was a barrage of complaints from the women about each of their meals. I couldn’t hear everything but it was not spoken with anger, but with smiles and suggestions on improvement. I was a little confused until I later learned from the waitress the restaurant was under new management and the ladies were locals.
Website: Homesteaders of America
Recipe: Kielbasa Skillet: This recipe was pieced together from several others found in various magazines. We have been making it for several years now and are still occasionally tweaking the ingredients.
The world, said Horace Walpole, is a tragedy to him who feels, and a comedy to him who thinks.
Last summer I bought a stack of old magazines from a local tag sale. I decided to scan the contents of whatever interested me and share. I will also include scans of some other stuff I have sitting around.
At the end of this little booklet about butterflies are instructions on how to mount them for display, which might not be all that much fun for the butterfly.
Once a month I highlight a piece of art I have created and posted on my Fine Art America site. This one is titled “Spring Flowers” from the Flowers and Plants Collection.
Like many of his fans, when I discovered the music of Townes Van Zandt I couldn’t get enough of it. Along with my various CD’s of his albums and a few DVD’s of his performances, I have all of his stuff offered by Spotify in my library. Townes is worth listening to and learning about, a modern troubadour who told so many stories, both joyful and tragic.
Marie
By Townes Van Zandt
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they’d let me know
I put in my time till the Pocono line
Shut down two years ago
I was staying at the mission till I met Marie
Now I can’t stay there no more
Fella ‘cross town said he’s lookin’ for a man
To move some old cars around
Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out van
And do a little settlin’ down
Aw, but I’m just dreamin’
I ain’t got no ride
And the junkyard’s a pretty good ways
That job’s about a half week old besides
It’d be gone now anyway
Unemployment says I got no more checks
And they showed me to the hall
My brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn’t bad below the bridge
A little short on food that’s all
Now I gotta get Marie some kind of coat
We’re headed down into fall
I used to play the mouth harp pretty good
Hustled up a little dough
But I got drunk and I woke up rolled
A couple of months ago
They got my harp and they got my dollar
Them low life so and so’s
Harps cost money and I ain’t got it
It’s my own fault I suppose
Ah, the Pocono’s down but the Chesapeake’s runnin’
Two freights everyday
If it’s just me I’d be headed South
But Marie can’t catch no train
She’s got some pain and she thinks it’s a baby
Says we gotta wait and see
In my heart I know it’s a little boy
Hope he don’t end up like me
Well, the man’s still grinnin’ says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
I want to kill him but I just say no
I had enough of that line, my friend
I head back to the bridge
It’s getting kinda cold
I’m feelin’ too low down to lie
I guess I’ll just tell Marie the truth
Hope she don’t break down and cry
Marie she didn’t wake up this morning
She didn’t even try
She just rolled over and went to heaven
My little boy safe inside
I laid them in the sun where somebody’d find them
Caught a Chesapeake on the fly
Marie will know I’m headed South
So’s to meet me by and by
Ah, Marie will know I’m headed south
So to meet me by and by
Written by: John Townes Van Zandt
Album: Be Here to Love Me
Released: 2005
Lyrics provided by Musixmatch
After reading a very eye opening article about AI I figured I had better hurry up and get to learning more about this massivly important invention that sounds like it will soon be sweeping over us all. Last time I asked The Duck to write some poetry using rugged American place names. This time I asked it to write poetry specifically about the American State of Iowa.
DUCK.AI: Ode to Iowa
In the fields of Iowa, where the cornstalks sway,
Golden grains whisper secrets at the close of day.
Des Moines rises, a city of grace,
Where rivers entwine, in this heartland place.
Through Greene County, the soft hills roll,
With farmhouses standing, each telling a soul.
The charm of the Cedar River flows by,
Beneath endless skies, where the hawks like to fly.
On the windswept plains of Western Iowa,
Cattle graze gently, life’s rhythm a law.
Sioux City calls, with stories so bold,
Of pioneers’ journeys, of legends retold.
As Pella blooms with tulips so bright,
In springtime’s embrace, a picturesque sight.
The Lake of the Hills reflects soft sun’s kiss,
In this tranquil haven, find moments of bliss.
In Iowa City, where scholars convene,
Pages of history whisper and glean.
The spirit of learning, so deeply ingrained,
In this tapestry woven, where knowledge remains.
From the cornfields to rivers, Iowa sings,
In the hum of the heartland, resilience clings.
With its landscapes so diverse, this state shines bright,
A symphony of colors in day and in night.
ME: Wonderful! Do you enjoy writing poetry?
DUCK.AI: I’m glad you enjoyed the poetry! Writing poetry is a unique way to express thoughts and emotions, and it allows for creativity to flourish. Capturing the essence of places and experiences through words is incredibly rewarding. Do you have any favorite themes or topics in poetry that resonate with you?
ME: Are you creative?
DUCK.AI: I strive to be creative by generating unique ideas, stories, and poems based on what you’ve shared or requested. While I don’t experience creativity in a human sense, I can certainly provide imaginative and original content. What kind of creative projects interest you?
I decided to stop there for the day, as I could see me wasting a whole afternoon with the Duck. I think Frost and Joyce are safe for now.
Next: I will sacrifice a story outline I wrote in high school to the Duck and ask it to write a complete short story. Hint: The outline involves a robot that discovers the will to live.
Have you ever heard of a stump house? After the clearing of old growth forests in the U.S. during the 1800’s some settlers would come through and turn the massive stumps into houses
The little book “Chicken Soup With Rice” By Maurice Sendak is one of a set of four books collectively titled “Nutshell Library” published in 1962. I am going to scan my copy, that I received as a child, and publish a page a month. Why? Because the world needs more Maurice Sendak…and chicken soup with rice.
The power company finally replaced our yard light pole, which had been leaning more and more precariously next to our machine shed. A representative showed up several months earlier to tell us the pole we had been complaining about for years was just fine. We grumbled that it was leaning far enough that we were worried it could fall on one of our vehicles. He smiled and said no worries. Then on a cold and windy January day the gnarled, bent and grey pole was replaced with a straight, fresh brown pole.
We have seen a beautiful, multi-colored fox trotting cautiously along the boarder of our acreage lately. It is usually spotted heading for a large brush pile behind our machine shed. Our cat Sammie hides sometimes under the porch, while our dog Dice will bark occasionally in the direction of the pile. Of course, that can happen when the wind blows, as well. Sammie is not only a mouser but has caught two rabbits so far this year.
Despite a few blizzards, this winter has been very dry. February had a warm spell followed by bitter cold, while March suffered a blizzard only to experience a 90 degree day a week later! The tree buds are mostly open now, but not leafing yet, while the grass is trying to green up in spots. Various little shoots are poking up from the thawing ground, while robins test for worms. Spring-cleaning awaits!
Off The Back Porch 