We are pleased to announce that Northstar Publishing in St. Cloud, Minnesota will be publishing Carol Pearce Bjorlie’s next book of poetry in the first half of 2015. Title and publication date to be announced soon.
Flowers, Barks and Leaves: An Homage to Mother Nature
Ruthie Rosauer is in love with trees. She loves the lines created by trunk and branch, the lush textures of bark and leaf. Although she has taken snapshots for most of her life, it was her passion for trees that drew her to a more serious pursuit of photography. A pursuit that has since branched out to include flowers, landscapes, streams and rocks. Ruthie has harvested the best of her portfolio for this exhibit.
Ruthie’s photographs have been on display at the Blue Ridge Community College for the August 2014 “Bring Us Your Best” juried art show sponsored by the Arts Council of Henderson County, and are currently on display at the Tryon Painters and Sculptors Exhibit through mid-September at 26 Maple St. in Tryon, NC.
Grateful Steps Bookstore is located at 159 South Lexington Avenue, Asheville, NC 28801 (phone 828-277-0998)
There will be an artist reception open to the public on Saturday, September 6, 2014 from 2 – 3 pm. Refreshments will be served and Ruthie will be on hand. Photos below are from her series: “All Bark, No Bite.”
Ruthie Rosauer, the photographer for Poemscapes, has had her work accepted into Henderson County’s Arts Council juried art show “Bring Us Your Best.” The show opens Friday evening, August 8 and continues through Friday, August 29 (open each day from 10am – 4pm). The exhibit, housed at the Blue Ridge Community College Conference Hall (in the Education, Development and Technology Building) is free and open to the public.
Carol, who puts the ‘poem’ into “Poemscapes” is teaching a writing class the weekend of August 22 – 24, 2014 at the John C. Campbell Folk School in the beautiful Appalachian Mountain vistas of Brasstown, NC. Writers of all levels are encouraged to attend.
On Friday evening, August 1, at 7pm there will be a PEANUTBUTTER and POEMSCAPES
fundraiser at the Calvary Episcopal Church, 2840 Hendersonville Rd., Fletcher, NC.
Price of admission is one jar of peanutbutter, which will be donated to the church’s food pantry.
Carol Pearce Bjorlie, poet and cellist, will read her poems. Carol and her husband, Leo
Bjorlie, will play duets on cello and double bass. Photo collages combining Carol’s poetry
If you have seen Ruthie’s photography on display and wondered where you could purchase it — you need wonder no more. On Saturday, June 14, her work will be on display in the yard of the Art Mob in Hendersonville at 124 – 4th Ave. from 9am – 3pm. It will include poemscape collages and individual photographs.
I write because I love the world. I am now learning to love a new world.
Instead of Minnesota’s sky-reflecting lakes, golden prairie, and the Mississippi’s locks and dams, I am living in the Blue Ridge mountains of Asheville, North Carolina,near the French Broad River’s shoal-shallow banks. I was born in Richmond, Virginia. My poems sound the way I talk, with words like “veranda, magnolia,” that made me listen to myself when I said them in St. Paul, coming out as naturally here as shrimp and grits for dinner.
My spiritual world began on a creek bank where my father fished in a tributary off the James River. He sat still as a monk, his fishing rod at attention. The line pierced the surface of the water. The worm lurked in the cool shallows. This is where the big bass fed. I learned to be quiet here. I was happy to sit near him, playing with the tin can of worms. Fifty years after his death, I consider the silence, sanctuary, and stillness of those woods and know these conditions are essential in my writing life.
In silence, solitude and stillness, I sat beside Lake Kabekona in the North Woods of Minnesota, notebook on my knee, pen in hand. Stillness invites intimacy with nature. I glanced at my pen, and there perched a red-winged dragonfly observing me. We stared each other down – my great bulk and his/her fragile being in communion.
I call this a “Mary Oliver moment.” Mary knows how to be still, knows how to invite communication with grasshoppers and fawns, knows how to: Pay Attention/ Be astonished/ Tell about it, as she writes in a section of her poem, SOMETIMES, ”Instructions for living a life.”
Kentucky poet, Wendell Berry, loves the world also. His love is tempered with angst for the future. Like Mary Oliver, he is full of instructions. This is the second verse of “How To Be A Poet,” from Given New Poems.
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensional life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no un-sacred places;
There are only sacred places
And desecrated places.
In his masterful Manifesto: The Mad Farmer’s Liberation Front, from, The Country of Marriage, he reminds us of our greed and lays out a plan of protection for ourselves, and our planet:
So, friends, every day do something/that won’t compute.
Denounce the government and embrace the flag.
Ask questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium.
From my long-looking, silence, stillness and sanctuary in nature, I harvest my love of the world on white pages scattered with words in purple, green, or blue ink, sometimes a good dark pencil. The muse lights on my pen, and I am astonished, and tell about it again, and again. As Samuel Beckett wrote, “Words are all we have.”