Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Libation's Call

the tear shed
the rain fallen
the sun to rise
the light beyond loss and despair
'tis the way and glory of our Lord's care
the storm has come and gone it be
its wrath in silence now out to sea
ebb and flow a constant upon life's shore
known be this blessed libation evermore
sweet be our offering, this grace to live
to libation's call our heart to give.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image source: http://lavistachurchofchrist.org

Monday, July 30, 2012

A Poet's Plea...

Percy Bysshe Shelley Frets About Information Overload ... in 1821

That feeling of flooding from facts? It's centuries old.
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The bard of abundance, as depicted in an 1819 portrait by Alfred Clint (Wikimedia Commons)

In 1821, Percy Bysshe Shelley -- poet, dramatist, novelist, activist, critic -- wrote a paragraph that would provide the introduction to 1840's A Defence of Poetry. That essay, which would be published posthumously and which was not so much a defense of poetry as an unabashed celebration of it, found the lyricist creating a case for lyric as political art. It would go on to make the famous declaration that "poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world."
Shelley's treatise began like so:
We have more moral, political, and historical wisdom than we know how to reduce into practice; we have more scientific and economical knowledge than can be accommodated to the just distribution of the produce which it multiplies. The poetry in these systems of thought is concealed by the accumulation of facts and calculating processes. There is no want of knowledge respecting what is wisest and best in morals, government, and political economy, or at least, what is wiser and better than what men now practise and endure. But we let I dare not wait upon I would, like the poor cat in the adage. We want the creative faculty to imagine that which we know; we want the generous impulse to act that which we imagine; we want the poetry of life; our calculations have outrun conception; we have eaten more than we can digest. The cultivation of those sciences which have enlarged the limits of the empire of man over the external world, has, for want of the poetical faculty, proportionally circumscribed those of the internal world; and man, having enslaved the elements, remains himself a slave.
What's striking here, among so many other things, is the apparent vapidity of Shelley's initial observation -- the fact that, basically, the "we" in question have more knowledge than we know what to do with. If arguments, traditionally, start with the straightforward to work their way to the striking, then the fact that information overload is the first sentence of Shelley's essay would seem to suggest a certain incontrovertibility to the notion. Epistemic glut, in Shelley's mind, seems to be not so much a proposition as a fact.

The Defence's first passage was pointed out by LM Sacasas, he of Frailest Thing fame. And it's a nice reminder of the continuity, and the reassuring banality, of our current intellectual situation. We might feel overwhelmed, occasionally or often, by all the stuff that is out there -- by the trove of global knowledge so vast that it would seem to defy comprehensibility, let alone comprehension. In all that, however, we are in good company with humans of prior generations. As early as 1550, the Italian writer Anton Francesco Doniwas complaining that there were "so many books that we do not even have time to read the titles." The 17th century's Comenius referred to granditas librorum -- the "vast quantity of books" -- and Basnage to the "flood." Gesner, writing not too long after the printing press was invented, bemoaned the "confused and irritating multitude of books."
But just as our complaints have their plus ├ža change quality, so do their corollaries. We end up finding ways to make the sea of information seem less sea-like. We find ways, essentially, to fool ourselves into a sense of sense-making. As controversial as Shelley's ideas about poetry may have been at the time, they speak also to an enduring assumption: that the workings of human creativity -- the clarity of curation, the filter of poetic understanding -- are what will finally save us from ourselves. Whether we are buoyed by the floods of information or drowned by them will depend on our ability to make wisdom out of knowledge, and knowledge out of data. For humans of the 21st century as much as the 16th, our intelligence is contingent on our ability -- just as Shelley said -- "to imagine that which we know."

Of Night Of Day...crowning glory...

The brilliant light of the sun to cast
Warmth upon vistas of splendor vast
And when the sun in grandeur sets
Horizons of beauty the heart shan't forget
The majesty of the awakened night sky
Stars, galaxies, the moon on high
This crowning glory of night, of day
To jewel the path, to mark The Way.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

image: http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap100721.html

Sunday, July 29, 2012

For My Son ~ The Way of an Artist

thoughts that probe the depths of existence
waves that crest the longings of the heart
streams that flow with the knowing grace of the soul
perceptions from time eternal
this inner call that echoes from the core of self
ever present passion, quest, a life purpose defined
listen, heed the resounding celestial sea within
the tidal waves of inspiration
the soul in its eternal light
the soul in its eternal light
with hands of grace you are blessed
'tis the call of beauty, the call of truth
 it shall ever BE.


Celestial Sea, Image: ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2010-2012.


colors lambent in the sky above
rapture be this palette of God's love
strokes of splendor and moving light
in the blush of pink the wind takes flight
warming be the grace of the sun
this the moment
this the moment ALL and ONE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Firmament, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012, http://www.apogeeart.com

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Flaming Grace

passions, cresting waves divine
this the pulsing heart of mine
a sea of fire and light 
beyond shadows vast
the ebb and flow of flaming grace
in love's caress be cast.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Flaming Grace, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

...a question... wherein...

wherein lies the yearning
wherein hear I the calling
wherein be the Presence
'tis within the questing soul 
'tis within light's enfold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image, A Cloak, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Monday, July 23, 2012

Midnight Melody... haiku reflection...

midnight melody
starlight serenade afar
beloved grace of light.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Midnight Melody, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

What Be

What be this need to see beyond despair
Is this the heart that holds to love and God's care
What be this knowing that sees beyond illusion's veil
Is this the faith that rises above all travail
What be this joy and soaring quest
Is this the blessing of Creation's behest
This moment, this hour, this day be it now TRUTH proclaimed
By the loving grace of BEING, by GOD'S WORD named.

In dedication to my Aunt Ann, my Godmother ~ Rest in Peace

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Vincent van Gogh. Still Life with Open Bible. April 1885. Oil on canvas. Vincent van Gogh Foundation, Rijksmuseum Vincent van Gogh, Amsterdam, the Netherlands. 

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

My Aunt, My Godmother ~ Rest In Peace

Within the memories of an Aunt Ann ever dear
Sweet visions of graces shared many a year
With prayerful intentions to the heaven's above
Her joys in the abundance of God's divine love
Sweet be the fragrance of her favorite bloom of white
Delicately embraces she a gardenia of perpetual light
Red be her color and in joy she would wear
To match her blush of shared love and care
Family and friends her happiness true
A blessing ever she would grant on to you
In love and devotion a life beyond time cast
Known be love's spirit, her soul ever last.

Devotedly yours,

Rose Marie

A Son's Eulogy

First I would like to thank Father Francis for allowing me the opportunity to honor my mother and say a few words. As Father mentioned he administered communion to both my parents at their home every first Friday of the month. They always expressed how not only how thankful they were but also how they both looked forward to your visits and reconnecting to Christ through the Eucharist.  Thank you for leading and comforting us by saying mass.

I hope all say a prayer of thanks today as  I chose to say a eulogy instead of solo singing Ave Maria. 

On behalf of my father and the rest of the my family, I would like to thank all for taking time out of your busy schedules to honor my mother and supporting us during our time of grief.  It was 16 years ago most of us were gathered in this church celebrating the vows of my parents 50th wedding anniversary.

Today we celebrate the life of my mother.

I'm sure all would agree nothing I say today will give my mom the proper amount of credit she deserves.

My Mom was an angel .  Truly an angel and although her name was Ann , as my family agrees, it was short for angel.

She was the most caring,  down to earth, honest person I have ever encountered.  Most would describe her as an excessive worrier but I beg to differ.  She was an excessive CARING person. It was her personality to care about everyone and everything all the time. I firmly believe God couldn't have chosen a better person to care for my Dad for 66 years and especially over the last 15.

Frustrated , emotional and sensitive at times  trying to balance her own aging and her physical constraints , she took care of my father day and night with willingness and a smile.

I witnessed their challenges first hand staying over their house on many business trips and couldn't believe the lack of sleep and the amount of care she graciously gave as she approached her nineties.  

My Dad knew what he was doing when he asked her to marry him 66 years ago realizing she would stand by her vows in sickness an health till death due us part.

Not only did she care for her husband but she raised her three children, volunteered her free time helping disabled and mentally challenged children at the Creedmoor institution in New York during the late 1960's . 

She also volunteered her time to this very church in the thrift shop and rosary society. 

She was a humble and a non materialistic-woman who  never asked for anything in return and when she did receive a small token of appreciation she would always have a hard time accepting it and often say  "oh you shouldn't have...you didn't need to do that".  But yes Mom we did.

During the 1970's when my Dad opened his family business here in town, she was right there beside him for the better part 15 years, working late days and then coming home and cooking every night

And what a superb cook she was ... She even had her recipe named after her in a restaurant ... Aunt Annie's braciole courtesy of her god daughter celeste. From lasagna to eggplant to salads to oatmeal cookies , everything she cooked was wonderful because of her magic secret ingredient LOVE yes she put love into everything she did.  

What a mother she was.  Caring, loving and patient.  Her own mother passed away when she was only 7 therefore her motherly instincts were tested early as she helped raise her younger sister Rose and brother Jerry under the guidance of her older sister Molly.

While on the subject of caring,  I know my Mom would love for me to publicly thank two special people . My sister Phyllis and brother in law Tom who went beyond the call of duty, which is an understatement, as they both put their personal lives on hold and catered to my parents every need over the last few years.

Whether  it was arranging and transporting them to medical visits, analyzing their finances, home maintenance etc...The list goes on ...For this they not only need to be commended but honored for their care taking roles for both my parents. Please join me (applause). 

Most would say God broke the mold after my mom was born but he didn't .  My sister Phyllis emulates my mom with her humble ways and caring heart and for that I am personally grateful and therefore consider her an angel as well.

My Mom was sensitive and displayed uncanny common sense..always saying and doing the right things...installing  confidence in her children and a sense of knowing the difference between right and wrong.

She is the first in our immediate family to be heaven bound and in a way it is comforting to know the table will be set and the food will be prepared when we all meet again .

In closing  I would like to recite a poem called the broken chain....

We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same

It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone 
for part of us went with you the day god called you home

You left us peaceful memories your love is still our guide
And though we cannot see you,  you are always at our side

Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one the chain will link again

Today I not only lose a mother ... I lose a friend but on the other hand heaven receives  a special angel.

From your loving and thankful husband and all gathered here 

rest in peace mom. We all love you....  More. 

Tom Fusco

Monday, July 16, 2012

Haiku in Triune - The Sea

the sea lies within
currents of change to prevail
breath, the ebb, the flow

thoughts in cresting play
cascade of mindful intent
breath, the ebb, the flow

waters of spirit
to quench the thirst of longing
breath, the ebb, the flow.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image credit: http://xaxor.com/images

Sunday, July 15, 2012

What BE this Joy...

is it the artist that lives passion
is it the poet with an ever present word
is it the beauty of Creation's grace
is it the knowing truth in heart's chamber I place
is it the quest within each breath I breathe
is it the receiving, the giving, I perceive
what moves this body, this heart, this soul
to fulfill life's journey beyond each toll
what vision, what joy be there in this life known
but the spoils of love in the All of Creation shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Favourite Poet, Oil on canvas, 1888, Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, Dutch, 1836-1912.

Midnight Hour

warm and enfolding be this summer midnight hour
fireflies a glow in the dark depths before me
the sky above of indigo, violet and gray
towering trees silhouetted in hues of black
silence gives voice to a pervading spirit
resounding be this embracing calm
a crescendo of quietude and grace
within the silent music of the night
this heart be known
this heart be known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

From the Depths of Night, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Of Night Of Day

The brilliant light of the sun to cast
Warmth upon vistas of splendor vast
And when the sun in grandeur sets
Horizons of beauty the heart shan't forget
The majesty of the awakened night sky
Stars, galaxies, the moon on high
This crowning glory of night, of day
To jewel the path, to mark The Way.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

image: http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap100721.html

Thursday, July 12, 2012

...it is HE... and so in dedication...

a discerning heart, a knowing soul
within destiny, faith, truth, the goal
a belief in SELF ever to reveal
the light beyond restraint, beyond conceal
ever present be Creation's start
a resounding accord within your heart
from timeless moments blessings anew
music, music, destiny's calling on to you.

and so it IS...

claim is the call
hold fast
Faith is at Soul's door
this the fearless moment
the Truth prevails
the Heart is all knowing
Faith is at Soul's door
claim is the call
claim is the call.

In dedication to Carmine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Parnassus or Apollo and the Muses (detail) by Simon Vouet, French painter, 1590- 1649.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

...and so Declared...

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen United States of America

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. — Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. — And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.

— John Hancock

New Hampshire:
Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton

John Hancock, Samuel Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry

Rhode Island:
Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery

Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott

New York:
William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris

New Jersey:
Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark

Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross

Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean

Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton

George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton

North Carolina:
William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn

South Carolina:
Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton

Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton