TAOS, NEW MEXICO -- THE SUNDAY WHIRL -- Sunday's Whirligig/ The Girl You Were

The Sunday Whirl

            TAOS, NEW MEXICO

it is said writing is easy    just sit before the computer      and bleed

the willingness/to touch the center        when you are falling apart

gnaw the erasure on your pencil/try to remember the words/and
                                                                                   when you do

shout them at the top of your lungs/allowing echo/to throw them
                                                                                         back

in 1915 some early oil painters/came to taos      on a painting trip         

to the southwest/the wagon broke down              outside of town      

the wheel broken/they would need more than thread to fix it/
                                                                           they came to taos                     

never left/taos was just right/what they had been looking for/the
                                                                     perfect place to paint

they fell in love     the landscape                           the native people

they rented studios/taos was a place          where church bells ring                                                                       

in the towers/of the old adobe churches/you could hear the whistle

of the little train /that came to taos from Santa Fe/mabel came
                                                                         wearing a shiny ring

she had recently married/for the third time/to a man named sterne

a sculptor/it was their honeymoon             she sent him to santa fe

to learn to paint/mabel came on the train/but it was just too slow for
                                                                                      her

she got off the train        hired a car          and beat the train to town

others came/painters and writers/soon the taos art colony was 
                                                                                    formed

June 18, 2017

“The story of the founding of the Taos Art Colony is the chronicle of youthful enthusiasm, of the love of adventure of discovery. It is also the story of enduring friendships.”

Ernest Leonard Blumenschein

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In 1917 Dodge, her husband, and Elsie Clews Parsons moved to Taos, New Mexico,^[9] where she began a literary colony. On the advice of Tony Luhan, a Native American whom she would marry in 1923, she purchased a 12-acre (49,000 m²) property. Luhan set up a teepee in front of her house, drumming each night in an attempt to lure her to him. Although Sterne bought a shotgun with the intention of chasing Luhan off the property, unable to use it, he instead took to insulting Dodge. In response, she sent him away, although she supported him financially until the time of their divorce four years later.^[1]

D. H. Lawrence, the English author, accepted an invitation from her to stay in Taos, arriving with his wife, Frieda, in early September, 1922. He had a fraught relationship with his hostess, however, later writing about it in his fiction. Dodge later published a memoir about the visit entitled, Lorenzo in Taos (1932).

In New Mexico, Dodge and Luhan hosted a number of influential artists and poets, including Marsden Hartley, Arnold Ronnebeck, Louise Emerson Ronnebeck, Ansel Adams, Willa Cather, Walter Van Tilburg Clark, Robinson Jeffers and his wife Una,^[10] Florence McClung, Georgia O'Keeffe, Mary Hunter Austin, Mary Foote, Frank Waters, Jaime de Angulo, Aldous Huxley, Ernie O'Malley and others.^[11]

Dodge died at her home in Taos in 1962 and was buried in Kit Carson Cemetery.^[12] The Mabel Dodge Luhan House has been designated a National Historic Landmark, operating as an historic inn and conference center. Natalie Goldberg frequently teaches at Mabel Dodge Luhan House, which Dennis Hopper bought after having noticed it while filming Easy Rider.

                                                                                     From Wikipedia

Note:  And that is what I like about the Wordles, you never know where it will take you. 



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Sunday's Whirligig

THE GIRL YOU WERE

Run, ran, running         from your past           the girl you were

will not work            where would you go       wherever you go

you are there             your bags packed          a heavy weight around 

                                                                             your neck

no longer smiling       you dive deep              get the bends

returning to the surface/take a deep breath    your legs still pumping

surely there is a better way/look carefully at the girl      you were

nurture her         in the way of the mother and the father            hold

                                                                            her close again

she is not much taller than your knee/a little angel/give thanks for 
                                                                            her

June 17, 2017