Howdy howdy all,

Well the Diva Days were a success, for photos check out Myclette 's blog.

A few days ago I recieved my first rejection from a serious literary journal.  I thought I would feel bad but I dont.  It is so cool because the letter wasnt the standard form variety, they actually referenced what I wrote in the query.

On a lighter note I spent today at the Museum of Fine Arts

I went in search of inspiration and found it in three of my favorite paintings, Now my favorite painting of all time is called "The Witches Sabbath" by Salvator Rosa but I can never find a reasonably priced reproduction of it, not even on EBAY if you can believe that. Anyway, here are 3 of my favs.... This first one is called "A Call For Help" by Frederic Remington, he did a series of paintings collectively called Nocturnes because they all employ a technique that expresses ambient light or night light. They are amazing....

This next one is called "Jubilee; Ghana Harvest Festival" by John Biggars. He did a series of paintings on African life and community and I find this one so beautiful because it depicts a side of community and happiness that is not always illuminated in African life. Besides the feminist in me likes to see women as the center of art that is not always focused on sexuality as in the case of much of the artwork depicting African women as nude primitives.

This last one is called "Banquet Piece with Ham" by Willem Claesz Heda and it is so cool because like the others it is oil on canvas and looks as if it could be a photograph. Even though it is a still life  it conveys the elements of motion. This is because it depicts a table full of dirty dishes and half eaten food which says there was a party, the guests ate well and a good time was had by all. I dig that!

Well that is all for this entry...no wait....I almost forgot the poetry. Alright here goes.....

Beau Noirceur

A study in rich mahogony.

Sinew peaks from beneath his soft white shirt.

His body moves with the rhythm of Mother Africa.

Pantherine in his gait, sleek lines wind around his panting prey.

She welcomes his pursuit.

She is his willing captive.--Myclette