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Penelope for her Ulisses sake,
Deviz’d a Web her wooers to deceave:
In which the worke that she all day did make
The same at night she did again unreave:
Such subtile craft my Damzell doth conceave,
Th’ importune suit of my desire to shnone:
For all that I in many dayes doo weave,
In one short houre I find by her undonne.
So when I thinke to end that I begonne,
I must begin and never bring to end:
For with one looke she spils that long I sponne,
And with one word my whole years work doth rend.
Such labour like the Spyders web I fynd,
Whose fruitless worke is broken with least wynd.
—  Edmund Spenser, “Amoretti XXIII: Penelope for her Ulisses sake”
A Favourite Edmund Spenser Poem

Easter

Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day
Didst make thy triumph over death and sin;
And having harrowed hell didst bring away
Captivity thence captive, us to win:
This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin,
And grant that we for whom thou didst die
Bring with thy dear blood clean washed from sin,
May live forever in felicity.

And that thy love we weighing worthily,
May likewise love thee for the same again;
And for thy sake that all like dear didst buy,
With love may one another entertain.
So let us love, dear Lord, like as we ought.
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.


Edmund Spenser

1552-1599

Amoretti kurabiye 😊
Güçlendirme evresi…..Atıştırmalık
6 yk yulaf kepeği karışımı
3 yk yağı alınmış çekilmiş badem unu
3 yk mısır nişastasi
½ çay kaşığı kakule
½ çay kaşığı tarçın
½ Pk kabartma tozu
2 yk zeytinyağı
5 damla acı badem aroması
3 yumurta
5 yk takita toz tatlandırıcı
….yumuşak bir hamur yapıyoruz 30 dakika dinlendirip rulo yapıp bıçakla küçük küçük kesiyoruz..180 °20 dakika pişiriyoruz..

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away;
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
“Vain man,” said she “thou dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize,
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.”
“Not so,” quoth I “let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name;
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.
—  Edmund Spenser, One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the Strand (Amoretti LXXV)
Burlesque Girrrl T.1/2

Les “Grrrl” sont un groupe de rockabilly qui cherche à se faire un nom. La contrebassiste, Violette est l'inspiration du chanteur (son petit ami à la ville comme à la scène). Toutefois, Violette est loin d'être une potiche et si elle n'a pas un tempérament très affirmé, elle sait mener de front sa carrière musicale avec son travail de mannequin lingerie. Au détour d'une conversation avec sa photographe, elle va s'adonner à l'effeuillage burlesque et ainsi apprendre à jouer de ses formes irréelles, ce qui va lui donner sérieusement confiance en elle. Et c'est remplie de cette confiance qu'elle va se mettre à composer avec ses tripes.  Pour le plus pur plaisir de son groupe au moment même où les “Grrrl” sont repérés par un grand producteur. Festival, répétitions, séances de poses et spectacles, autant de moments pour cette étoile montante de montrer au monde ce qu'elle vaut vraiment !

François Amoretti signe ici sa première bande-dessinée complète, après ses illustrations sur “Alice au pays des merveilles”, “Gothic Lolita” et son adaptation du “Petit Chaperon Rouge”. Il accouche d'un récit original et construit comme un récit initiatique. Une découverte de l'image, un témoignage sur la confiance en soi. “Burlesque Girrrl” est un album au message très positif.

Un message d'acceptation de soi, de volonté de dépassement, d'embrassement des cultures alternatives et de la création. En apprivoisant son corps, Violette maîtrise son image et arrive par la même occasion à faire décoller sa personnalité. De magnifique jeune femme effacée, elle devient une idole, une icône. Permettant ainsi à son groupe de gagner en notoriété et d'être enfin remarquer.

La mise en image et le style de François Amoretti sont ici encore de vrais régals : ses personnages sont beaux, les courbes de son héroïne ou des hot rods sont élégantes et très attirantes. Les scènes de “strip” s'affranchissent des cases pour un rendu “montage” des plus jolis. Il en est de même sur les passages musicaux. Tout respire le rock et la fougue créatrice. Le lecteur en prend plein les yeux avec un plaisir partagé car Amoretti s'amuse à nous offrir du beau et on l'en remercie vivement.

Parler d'une effeuilleuse sans jamais être misogyne est ici une gageure réussie et l'évolution psychologique de Violette enfonce le clou sur l'amour que peut avoir l'auteur pour les jeunes femmes affranchies et forcément libres. Burlesque Girrrl est une bande-dessinée presque féministe. Tout au moins égalitariste.

Tomorrow’s another day and I’m thirsty anyway, So bring on the rain

“Yet hope I well, that when this storme is past
My Helice the lodestar of my lyfe
Will shine again, and looke on me at last,
With lovely light to cleare my cloudy grief.” (34) Amoretti – Edmund Spenser

Amoretti - Sonnet 34 by Edmund Spenser, Norton Anthology page 903-904, lines 9-12.

We all look to a higher power, but that higher power is not always necessarily God. The higher power could be Fate, Destiny, or Fortune. Or it could be the belief that you control your own life, your own actions, and that nothing is left up to choice. But that, I feel, is beside the main point of these four lines that I selected. The main point is about, again, pushing on and keeping your head up. As cliched as that is– I feel that it is about perseverance. How often do we look in the mirror and talk ourselves down, tell ourselves that the day or week that lays before us is just too much, too overwhelming, too challenging? But how often do we look in the mirror and say, “Yes I am imperfect, but my imperfections make me strong, and my strength is greater than any challenge that will arise this day or any day in my life.” Not only do we not tell ourselves that enough, but we don’t tell others that enough. When was the last time that we genuinely complimented someone for their strength, beauty, elegance, or confidence? We should, for when we find beauty in others we find beauty in ourselves.

But, as I said, this is about perseverance, and life is about more than just surviving. For many, life is about surviving. But life should be about living. We live in a privileged society, those who are reading this. We should compliment others on their strength, and we should compliment ourselves on our strength. We should listen when praised, and when we praise others, we need to praise with conviction and passion– not with empty eyes and a thoughts wandering. Praise is meant to be genuine. If it is not genuine, how is it meant to be believed.

Again, this is about perseverance and not about praise or compliments. Oscar Wilde reminds us that, “We’re all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” We are all in the same position, we are all fighting a trying uphill battle each and every day. But for each of us, our hardest battle is our hardest battle. It may not be as hard the battle of those who are homeless, or those who have lost their favorite designer jacket or purse, but to each person their hardest battle is their hardest battle. And that is often difficult to recognize. How can you sympathize when someone who has everything handed to them has a bad day? By realizing that they too hope for the storm to pass, we are all too often waiting for the storm to pass without realizing that when we are waiting opportunities to smile, to laugh, and to prosper are passing us by.

Life is for living, and for living with hope and conviction in our hearts. The sun will shine, and the day will be brighter in the morning, “Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don’t worry…I’m here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you.” Charlie Brown. We cannot hide away, and lock the door– we cannot focus on the lost battles in life, we must focus on the bigger picture and march on through the rain.

Bring on the Rain – Jo Dee Messina [Link]

Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day,
didst make thy triumph over death and sin:
and having harrowed hell, didst bring away
captivity thence captive us to win:
this joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin,
and grant that we for whom thou didst die
being with thy dear blood clean washed from sin
may live forever in felicity.
And that thy love we weighing worthily,
may likewise love thee for the same again:
and for thy sake that all like dear didst buy,
with love may one another entertain.
So let us love, dear love, like as we ought,
love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
—  – Edmund Spenser: “Sonnet LXVIII” from Amoretti

One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon The Strand
Sonnet 75
by Edmund Spenser (1552-1599)
Read by David Shaw-Parker

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washèd it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
“Vain man,” said she, “thou dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalise;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wipèd out likewise.”
“Not so,” quoth I, “let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame;
My verse your virtues rare shall eternise,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where, when as Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.”

The doubt which you misdeem, fair love, is vain,
that fondly fear to lose your liberty,
when losing one, two liberties you gain,
and make him bond that bondage earst did fly.
Sweet be the bands, the which true love doth tie,
without constraint or dread of any ill:
the gentle bird feels not captivity
within her cage, but sings and feeds her fill.
There pride dare not approach, nor discord spill
the league twixt them, that loyal love hath bound:
but simple truth and mutual goodwill,
seeks with sweet peace to salve each others’ wound:
there faith doth fearless dwell in brazen tower,
and spotless pleasure builds her sacred bower.
—  – Edmund Spenser: “Sonnet LXV” from Amoretti
My hungry eyes through greedy covetize
Still to behold the object of their paine,
With no contentment can themselves suffize;
But having pine and having not complaine.
For lacking it they cannot lyfe sustayne;
And having it they gaze on it the more,
In their amazement lyke Narcissus vaine,
Whose eyes him starv’d: so plenty makes me poore.
Yet are mine eyes so filled with the store
Of that faire sight, that nothing else they brooke,
But lothe the things which they did like before,
And can no more endure on them to looke.
All this worlds glory seemeth vayne to me,
And all their showes but shadowes saving she.
—  Edmund Spenser, Amoretti
Unnamed

I followed the line of symmetry that ran up his elated face

To find his eyes there watching me, bright and gleaming

He took my hand, pressed it to his chest to feel his heart’s pace

Comely love, comely love, was stolen from my dreaming

And so, life finally gave something that would be so redeeming

A love to love if just to love, for a time so slight

To keep him near with written verse, would be so fitly seeming

Well bestowed with words and to respond as such is right

And cement together all the things that make my heart take flight

One day, we’ll die, and then you say we shall be free

But perhaps these words will take Death’s hand and fill him up with spite

So you and I, where'er we go, we’ll continue to be

For I’m content to hold your hand and die in my justly time

But the words will hold all that I feel about my affection so sublime.