Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel In this last entry of the year, I wanted to share a piece of my own creative writing to say…View More God’s Articulate Finger
Tag: dead poets society
I created the dead poets society tag on The Diary of Improvateur to designate when I feature a poet who has changed the course of poetry but has passed, particularly those I want to honor with the heartfelt reviews of their poetry that I am compelled to write.
There are a number of posts that feature writers who have left enough of a legacy for me to consider them a member of the dead poets society, one of which is Rainer Maria Rilke, whose poem “The Panther” inspired a trip to the Buenos Aires Zoo during a few weeks I spent in Argentina. I am against Victorian zoos because I believe they are cruel for the wild animals but I wanted to have a similar experience as Rilke when he sat and watched a caged panther at a zoo.
I read the poem aloud to the big black cat, feeling a sizzle when I read, “As he paces in cramped circles, over and over…” and the panther stood up and began pacing on the dusty floor of its outdoor pen. I continued reading, studying him as my words petered off into silence and, almost as if on cue, he sashayed to a spot he had hollowed out under a copse of trees, his tail dragging in the dirt, and lowered his body into the shallow pit. Without so much as a glance in my direction, he closed “the curtain of the pupils” over his gorgeous golden eyes, and my heart broke for him, trapped as he was within such a sad prison.
Furnishing Pastimes of Henry VIII
As I mentioned in my last Improvateur article presenting a brief history of Hampton Court Palace, I launched into a furnishings fantasy when I heard…View More Furnishing Pastimes of Henry VIII
Horace Walpole Shops The Decorative Fair
The books I’ve been reading about Horace Walpole since I returned from my trip to London to attend The Decorative Antiques & Textiles Fair in…View More Horace Walpole Shops The Decorative Fair
The Old Familiar Faces
…I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces… These…View More The Old Familiar Faces
The End of an Era
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. A voiceover of Don Draper reciting…View More The End of an Era
Love Among the Ruins
How would it feel to spend your life so absorbed by crumbling architecture and disintegrating stone you could bring them vibrantly back to life with…View More Love Among the Ruins
Poetry and Ceramics in Savona
The 16th-century poetry that sprung from Savona made a strong impression on Thomas William Parsons when he found verses inscribed on a statue of the Madonna near the…View More Poetry and Ceramics in Savona
A Definition of Fleeting
“O nature, merciful and cruel mother, when do you have such power and such contrary wills, to make and unmake things so charming?” —Petrarch Petrarch,…View More A Definition of Fleeting
Mme Cezanne at the Met
“For nearly seventeen years, Cézanne would conceal his affair with Hortense from his father…” —Philippe Cézanne As I studied the sketches and paintings in the…View More Mme Cezanne at the Met
Rooms of Their Own
A private place in which to write… As someone whose life is spent working with words for at least a part of every day, I find…View More Rooms of Their Own