18 Altered Thoughts on the 18th

poetsWith apologies (somewhat) to the poets:

1. “Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion but an escape from emotion” that helps you become a dried-up, humorless man. (Eliot)

2. “Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words” about rotting corpses. (Poe)

3. Poetry “takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility,” made possible by your sister cooking, cleaning, and editing for you. (Wordsworth) Continue reading

I Went Out to Play

mason-rompshop“The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with objects it loves.”

Carl Jung’s words illustrate the importance of play in our lives. From it come the things that make our lives worth living: the art, the dreams, the visions, the connections, the experiences that bring us joy and heartache and shape the people we become.

I have fond memories of the play that took up so much of my childhood. We did not have structured play time, rarely went to camp or to parks or recreational areas, yet I never felt as if I were missing anything. We had the whole world to explore—through riding bikes to the creek or just around the neighborhood, listening to records, exploring the woods behind the house, making tents out of blankets thrown over the clothesline, reading books on the cool concrete of the hillside cellar roof. Continue reading

Summer at the Museum

DSC04041Yes, I know it is not summer yet, but it might as well be. I have finished with the Autograph Book Poetry Exhibit, and I took the time to take a bunch of photos. If you haven’t been out in a while, much has changed in the little red shed. Come out and see.

In the meantime, peruse the slide show of photos taken today. And let them inspire a little poetry in ya.

ROMP SlideShow: June 4, 2014

–Shaun Perkins

The Case of the Autograph Book Curiosity

DSC03937I am working on the new museum exhibit on autograph book poetry, and I have found an interesting poem/page in one of the books. This comes from a 1940-1941 autograph book that belonged to Betty Boerner from Hampstead, Maryland.

1st Curiosity
The poem in question appears to be original to the writer, which was highly unusual. One of the things I’m finding in my research is that the same group of rhymes, with little variations, were used over and over throughout the 20th century in these books. Of the twelve books that I have that range from 1892 to 1974, this is the only occurrence of this poem: Continue reading