The Mango Muse
Friday, November 23, 2012
Insatiable
I’m still too young to listen but try to catch my spiel coffee preferences are useless but branding has mass appeal to want to be somebody great not a paltry cogwheel perhaps I’d be a blues singer if I loved a woman named Lucille until death may do some damage but life tends to heal over time is a valuable lesson learned like hardening steel when I wanted what I already had so I had to reminisce and steal I wanted to be present but I forgot to feel I look to the future yet know that it’s not real life is a difficult lesson that made me keel over the thought of being whole was beautiful as an ideal so I tried to be present but I could not sit still so I stood up and did something great
-MANGO
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Thanksgiving Thoughts from 1789
George Washington's 1789 proclamations of thanksgiving:
"...for the great degree of tranquillity, union, and plenty... for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enabled to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness... for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and in general for all the great and various favors which He hath been pleased to confer upon us. And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications... to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and Us – and generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best."
"...for the great degree of tranquillity, union, and plenty... for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enabled to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness... for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and in general for all the great and various favors which He hath been pleased to confer upon us. And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications... to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and Us – and generally to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as he alone knows to be best."
May we continue to pray for tranquility, union, plenty, peace, rationality, safety, happiness, civil liberty, religious liberty, useful knowledge, knowledge sharing, God's favors however so defined, humility, truth, virtue, science, a cooperative notion of them AND us, and - how profound - temporal prosperity in our 2012 prayers of Thanksgiving.
Prayers of Thanksgiving maintain the power of any prayer: purpose. Pray to praise your every blessing and in so doing become ever mindful. Pray to enliven memories. Pray to prepare for action. Pray to propose the world you wish, and will work, to be.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
24/7: NOLA
Twenty-for (the) Seventh: Twenty ways you may already experience New Orleans everyday. I absolutely love the full experience of being there, but let's explore how New Orleans visits you, here, every day.
1. Coffee: Between French Market, Cafe du Monde, Luzianne, New Orleans Coffee Company, PJ's Coffee, Orleans Coffee Company, and Community Coffee, New Orleans has got you covered every morning of the week.
2. Or perhaps you drink an international coffee, or sugar, or banana on the side. These are some of the coastal city's many imports. NOLA, the largest city in Louisiana and one of the largest in the south, has always been one of the largest, busiest, and most efficient international ports of entry for the United States. It is also a major hub of transportation with an international airport, bus lines, rail cars, traffic along the Mississippi, and highways. In fact, the familiar transcontinental I-10 runs right through the city.
3. Industrialization quickly arose, and continues to print and publish; manufacture wood, paper, metal, clothing, medical and building equipment, communication systems, and aircraft parts; build and repair ships; and processes a great variety of food and beverages. On that note, let's get more specific:
4. Representing (and selling) the cajun cuisine in your local grocery is Zatarain's for lunch.
5. Kick up your midday meal with copious amounts of Louisiana's pure Crystal hot sauce.
6. I grew up distracting myself from dental work by melting into the JazzFest Posters on the office walls.
7. Under the influence of dental anesthesia, your memories piece together something from high school history class; The United States only planned on picking up New Orleans and the immediate surroundings before settling for the entire Louisiana Purchase.
8. You may pick up some of K-Paul's Magic Seasoning Blends or Emeril's Essence Spices to get the soul you're craving for dinner,
9. And use any of the plenty New Orleans Cookbooks available.
10. Note: Louisiana supplies 95% of the crawfish harvested in the United States, and perhaps more astonishing, supplies 90% of the world's crawfish - of which 70% is actually consumed locally.
11. Time for the big guns: McIlhenny Co. Tobasco Brand hot sauces.
12. Wash it down with your favorite Abita flagship, seasonal, or harvest brew.
13. Switch on the television and catch the Saints, the Tigers, or any of New Orleans sports teams.
14. If you're more in the mood for a movie filmed in New Orleans, perhaps consider Ray, or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button from your many options.
15. Treat yourself to a dessert sno-ball.
16. Head out to hear some live music... this is a big one from New Orleans... JAZZ (and think about the music of America, and the world, that have evolved from, or been influenced by, JAZZ).
17. As well NOLA arts in general,
18. And other famous and influential people who came form New Orleans.
19. Too soon? Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans. If you reside in North Carolina, South Carolina, Connecticut, Delaware, Kentucky, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, NEw Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, Tennessee, Vermont, Virginia, West Virginia, or Washington D.C., 2012 unfortunately brought quite the Hurricane Sandy of a storm to your own doorstep.
20. So finally, there's no better way to celebrate life than with an authentic "jazz funeral." The philosophy has caught on in your home town, but nobody kicks the bucket and keeps carrying the song still in it quite like good ol' New Orleans. Cheers.
1. Coffee: Between French Market, Cafe du Monde, Luzianne, New Orleans Coffee Company, PJ's Coffee, Orleans Coffee Company, and Community Coffee, New Orleans has got you covered every morning of the week.
2. Or perhaps you drink an international coffee, or sugar, or banana on the side. These are some of the coastal city's many imports. NOLA, the largest city in Louisiana and one of the largest in the south, has always been one of the largest, busiest, and most efficient international ports of entry for the United States. It is also a major hub of transportation with an international airport, bus lines, rail cars, traffic along the Mississippi, and highways. In fact, the familiar transcontinental I-10 runs right through the city.
3. Industrialization quickly arose, and continues to print and publish; manufacture wood, paper, metal, clothing, medical and building equipment, communication systems, and aircraft parts; build and repair ships; and processes a great variety of food and beverages. On that note, let's get more specific:
4. Representing (and selling) the cajun cuisine in your local grocery is Zatarain's for lunch.
5. Kick up your midday meal with copious amounts of Louisiana's pure Crystal hot sauce.
6. I grew up distracting myself from dental work by melting into the JazzFest Posters on the office walls.
7. Under the influence of dental anesthesia, your memories piece together something from high school history class; The United States only planned on picking up New Orleans and the immediate surroundings before settling for the entire Louisiana Purchase.
8. You may pick up some of K-Paul's Magic Seasoning Blends or Emeril's Essence Spices to get the soul you're craving for dinner,
9. And use any of the plenty New Orleans Cookbooks available.
10. Note: Louisiana supplies 95% of the crawfish harvested in the United States, and perhaps more astonishing, supplies 90% of the world's crawfish - of which 70% is actually consumed locally.
11. Time for the big guns: McIlhenny Co. Tobasco Brand hot sauces.
12. Wash it down with your favorite Abita flagship, seasonal, or harvest brew.
13. Switch on the television and catch the Saints, the Tigers, or any of New Orleans sports teams.
14. If you're more in the mood for a movie filmed in New Orleans, perhaps consider Ray, or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button from your many options.
15. Treat yourself to a dessert sno-ball.
16. Head out to hear some live music... this is a big one from New Orleans... JAZZ (and think about the music of America, and the world, that have evolved from, or been influenced by, JAZZ).
17. As well NOLA arts in general,
18. And other famous and influential people who came form New Orleans.
19. Too soon? Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans. If you reside in North Carolina, South Carolina, Connecticut, Delaware, Kentucky, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, NEw Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, Tennessee, Vermont, Virginia, West Virginia, or Washington D.C., 2012 unfortunately brought quite the Hurricane Sandy of a storm to your own doorstep.
20. So finally, there's no better way to celebrate life than with an authentic "jazz funeral." The philosophy has caught on in your home town, but nobody kicks the bucket and keeps carrying the song still in it quite like good ol' New Orleans. Cheers.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
'I Got A Woman' and the Birth of Soul
A little black boy "RC" lived in the rural south, who listened to a divey cafe's juke box where his mother washed the dishes. He heard Count Basie and Nat King Cole, but also a great collection of classical music. The cafe owner encouraged RC to dabble on the honky ivories, and then reinforced whatever was found to sound good. The boy swayed to the rhythm on his soda crates chair. He lent his ear and built his comping chops through such influences as Art Tatum, Guitar Slim, hillbilly guitar strummers, the church choir he sang in, and Chopin.
Years later as a traveling musician listening to the radio while driving down the road, together with trumpeter Renald Richard, Ray Charles adapted the hymn, "My Jesus Is All the World To Me" into a revolutionary new genre.
"I Got a Woman" (Track 1, 1954) was the start of soul music, "music that arose out of the black experience in America through the transmutation of gospel and rhythm and blues into a form of funky, secular testifying" (Rock and Roll Hall of Fame). He was soon further testifying on the forthright secular mnnnhmmmm's and uuuunnhhhhh's of lovemaking in one of my favorite recordings, "What'd I Say (Parts I & II)" (Track 2, 1959). His open-throated, emotional call and response style of vocals with some good moanin' and healthy repetition, his rhythmic piano with drum kit accentuated backbeat and horn accompaniment, and his natural coalescence of secular and sacred, rhythm and blues and gospel evolved into the foundation of soul music. Not only did other great soul artists rise, but soul music precipitated the Motown sound, funk, rock n' roll, surf music, slow jam, and further, affected all music as we know it. Many artists have covered the catalyst of soul, "I Got a Woman," including Stevie Wonder, the John Mayor Trio, Johnny Cash and June Carter, Elvis (Track 3, 1956), and the Beatles; the song has even been interpolated in Kanye's "Gold Digger" (Track 4, 2005). My favorite cover, however, is by the legendary Ray Charles himself. You can hear his classical influence smoothly layered with heightened soul as later performed in, "I Gotta Woman" (Track 5).
Years later as a traveling musician listening to the radio while driving down the road, together with trumpeter Renald Richard, Ray Charles adapted the hymn, "My Jesus Is All the World To Me" into a revolutionary new genre.
"I Got a Woman" (Track 1, 1954) was the start of soul music, "music that arose out of the black experience in America through the transmutation of gospel and rhythm and blues into a form of funky, secular testifying" (Rock and Roll Hall of Fame). He was soon further testifying on the forthright secular mnnnhmmmm's and uuuunnhhhhh's of lovemaking in one of my favorite recordings, "What'd I Say (Parts I & II)" (Track 2, 1959). His open-throated, emotional call and response style of vocals with some good moanin' and healthy repetition, his rhythmic piano with drum kit accentuated backbeat and horn accompaniment, and his natural coalescence of secular and sacred, rhythm and blues and gospel evolved into the foundation of soul music. Not only did other great soul artists rise, but soul music precipitated the Motown sound, funk, rock n' roll, surf music, slow jam, and further, affected all music as we know it. Many artists have covered the catalyst of soul, "I Got a Woman," including Stevie Wonder, the John Mayor Trio, Johnny Cash and June Carter, Elvis (Track 3, 1956), and the Beatles; the song has even been interpolated in Kanye's "Gold Digger" (Track 4, 2005). My favorite cover, however, is by the legendary Ray Charles himself. You can hear his classical influence smoothly layered with heightened soul as later performed in, "I Gotta Woman" (Track 5).
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Approval Responses
Positive reinforcement is naturally reinforcing to use! Using consistent behavior modification techniques we can train for independence, preparing individuals to transfer information and/or skills across new situations beyond the context and relationships from which they were learned. Beyond the natural reinforcement that arises from a successful activity itself, however, we can intervene to modify and shape behavior using immediate, contingent responses. There are several types of approval or disapproval responses, including words either spoken or written, nonverbal expressions either facial or bodily, proximity such as nearness or touching, activities either social or individual, and things including materials, food, playthings, awards, etc. Dr. Madsen compiled an extensive overview of possible responses for each reinforcing or punishing approval so that we could develop those which work for us and the populations we serve.
I want to expand my repertoire of approval responses, and so selected those which might be appropriate. Please feel free to read which from the book I selected, or better yet - turn to page 198 (or page 260) in Teaching / Discipline: A Positive Approach for Educational Development to develop your own!
Words:
Variety is the spice of approval responses - mix it up! Attend to individual differences and reinforce accordingly. Find what works for you, those you serve, and the environment. These lists are my own, they are what I find fit my personality, either university students or individuals with serious mental illness, and the classroom or the psychiatric hospital. Now, find which complements you. And remember, positive reinforcement is naturally reinforcing to use!
I want to expand my repertoire of approval responses, and so selected those which might be appropriate. Please feel free to read which from the book I selected, or better yet - turn to page 198 (or page 260) in Teaching / Discipline: A Positive Approach for Educational Development to develop your own!
Words:
- Awesome
- Great
- Nice
- Clean
- That's wonderful
- That's right
- Very good
- For sure!
- Sure thing
- I like the way you __________
- Thank you for __________
- Clear thinking!
- I appreciate your attention
- You catch on quickly
- Exactly
- Absolutely
- Good responses
- I really like the way (name) is __________
- Cool
- How creative!
- Interesting questions
- That is respectable
- I'm proud of you
- You've really learned/grown/changed a lot
- You make being a teacher worthwhile
- I'm so happy you enjoy __________
- You will go far
- Eye contact
- Smiling
- Grinning
- Widening eyes
- Nodding
- Raising eyebrows
- Happy laughter or chuckling
- Cheering
- Rolling eyes enthusiastically
- Clapping hands
- Raising arms
- Signaling O.K.
- Thumbs up
- Dancing
- Taking a fast breath
Proximity:
- Interacting outside of sessions
- Sitting within the group
- Standing alongside
- Walking among
- Gently guiding
- Pausing while transferring objects
- Leaning towards
- Patting back
- Patting shoulder
- Touching arm
- Dancing with
- Shaking hands
Activities:
- Show and tell; displaying or sharing one's work
- Presenting one's hobby or skill
- Collecting and/or putting away materials
- Helping others
- Contributing to group discussions
- Being a group leader
- Recognizing birthdays
- Special seating arrangements
- Choosing activities
- Listening to music
- Outdoor activities
- Musical games
- Dancing
- Talent shows
Things:
- Books
- Magazines
- Markers
- Crayons
- Coloring pages
- Word puzzles
- Sudoku puzzles
- Paint supplies
- Colored paper
- Board games
- Basketball
- Playing cards
- Hand lotion
- Musical toys
- Drums
- Guitar
- Keyboard
- Karaoke machine
- Stereo/CD Player
- Bingo prizes, i.e., hats, deodorant, pencil pouches, socks, etc.
- Gum
- Sugar free cookies
- Stamps and letter stationary
Variety is the spice of approval responses - mix it up! Attend to individual differences and reinforce accordingly. Find what works for you, those you serve, and the environment. These lists are my own, they are what I find fit my personality, either university students or individuals with serious mental illness, and the classroom or the psychiatric hospital. Now, find which complements you. And remember, positive reinforcement is naturally reinforcing to use!
Sunday, October 7, 2012
24/7: 20 Poems for October
October's Twenty-For the Seventh post honors the poetry of past, present, and family. Reviewing my folders and files of poems brought back many memories. Poetry has long been a part of my life, and each poem captures a small part of who I was, what I was going through, what I was curious about, and so on. I have written and drawn in journals, but the necessary partnership between a poem and its reader forces interpretation and engagement; Reading old poems captures some essence in a way force-fed diary entries never could. It was interesting to observe changing vocabulary, trends, interests, people, and beliefs. Some common themes included language, spirituality, ambiguity, family, seeing the bigger picture across time or space, love, and home.
Also, my sisters wrote several poems on one of many family road trips to the summer cottage in New England. I like them a bunch, and I like their poems as well. Dad, a true poet and songwriter, has written many lyrics that loop in my ears and motivate my own writing. A poem he penned while visiting Tallahassee concludes this list.
1) Introduction
by James "MANGO, Bengal Timpani, Grampa Bomba Bombe Bebop" Eaton Riley
Opening my eyes as I’m leaving the birth canal
On a motorcycle jousting the setting sun
In Nirvana in my Mind in a Monastery in India
Is celebrating my Grandpa’s twenty-first with a beer in one hand and a cigar in the other
And opening my leaves to absorb the sunlight.
2) Bridges
When you vote for me, I promise to imagine you a bridge.
Serving as senator I brought together compound words and contractions,
And yes, there were a few mistakes.
Stillbirths. Blackmail. Even bagpipes hit the fan.
Who’ll ever use why’ll?
But our children will forever have bedtimes.
Superman and Batman reign in the comic book stores.
Businessmen and businesswomen alike will never go a day without briefcases.
And what about touchdowns or threesomes?
But all of these bridges are still just building blocks.
Yes, a bridge, a new bridge. A better bridge than ever built before.
My opponent likes to talk about money.
You, too, may be wondering what this great construction will cost.
And, well, would you like to know?
Nothing.
It’s something these United States still can afford!
You see, I’d like to build you a few poems.
It’s time to bridge minds, people,
We can’t all die alone.
This fine man standing across from me may promise economic stability,
But I’m here offering you a few glimpses of completeness.
Of true love.
Of heart-wrenching emotion.
I’ve got a lot of life to share, and plenty of death to muse.
As one final note this evening,
If president, I’ll push for sackpenciln’taphone and kinshipthroatknothole.
Thank you, and God bless America.
3) Metaphor
the grasses that blanket the field are the grasshoppers leaping through
the grasshoppers prancing about are the mice that squirming
the mice that explore the ground are the hawks that navigate the sky
the hawks that travel far are the fungi that never leave home
the fungi that live are the nutrients that give life
the nutrients that feed are the grasses that feast
4) A poem untitled and burnt so nobody would remember
Take something simple
And make it more complex
Why should he, have a house key
When he can have a key ring
It’s not a sign of knowledge
It’s not a sign of power
Maybe it opens doors
Maybe it proves possession
Lets him into his house
As if he had somewhere to stay
That’s what the doctor has proscribed
We could let him into the government
Maybe he has loose change
Teach him to speak new
Oil his rusted joints
Send him to a restaurant
What he wants is soup
All they have is lobster
He irritates the chef
He said, “I want the alphabet!”
And we said, “No! No! No!”
We called for the cops
Stole his artistic license
Fed him to the lions
Banished his corpse
Took someone unhealthy
And fried his brain
5) Colours of the Wind
Leaving the shadow where it belongs on the wall,
He creeps behind pictures when they are ready to fall
From grace to the skirmish of instant satisfaction.
The painter’s intentions evoke eighteen dimensions.
Abstracting the meaning with the light just beyond,
Implying the subject and the silhouette correspond,
He leaves the shadow where it belongs on the wall.
Creeping through his paintings when spells of sanity fall,
The decorative mask that he wears for society’s satisfaction
Is not that face which resides within his private dimensions.
There is no truth and there is no art in his great beyond.
What is real and what is imagined will never correspond.
But even where the breeze is gentle on the cheeks of four-year olds,
All the hollow colors of the wind will still blow.
6) Go Outside and Meet Somebody or Do Something or Do Something With Somebody
There’s these walls!
These walls won’t fall!
No doors, no windows.
We hear how much fun the antelopes are having outside.
The birds chirping!
The worms wiggling, foxes having so much fun outside.
Everyone in this place is nuts!
This place is for hermits!
No whores, no widows.
We hear how much life the antagonists are swimming in.
The planet earth’s spinning!
The markets are mingling, the dollars buying so many lives outside.
Debts are being paid!
Paid with what the wide world was paved!
No Fab Fours, no yin-yang mojos were
We ever going to have if we didn’t fight the good fight,
Just to get some touch!
Tasting everything, fighting tools and brimstone.
O’ glory glory hallelujah!
Hell is happening!
No floors, no angles,
We’re four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions here in existentialist land.
Existing!
The exit.
7) Water
Puddle, tsunami,
River flowing but never changing
Carving landscapes, cradling depths, crossing the horizon
Awestruck, always, and becoming awesome
Gas in the atmosphere,
Ice hurtling past Pluto
Always and forever an infant,
Always and forever a guru
8) City Rain
Sometimes it’s nice
On a rainy day
In a detached sort of mood
While the skies are gray
When the college radio resonates like the soundtrack to your life
You hold it together like the clouds soon to pour
Still the air conditioning is comfortable, as usual
And you’ve driven this road before
You’re finished for the afternoon
And accomplishment leaves the heart half empty
It feels less lonely
Knowing the rain falls on everybody in the city
9) Would you walk around if you didn’t have hands?
We can live the life of a sun outside of the narrowing flashlight beam.
Broken clocks save the world just that much by removing their batteries in the morning.
Hospital visiting hours can last maybe a little bit later tonight.
We could all bear to breathe just a little deeper.
Alligators aren’t concerned about weighing over eighty pounds.
Nightmares never hurt once you’ve struck the ground.
Computers turn on by the time you’ve brushed and dressed.
What does it feel like to give birth to a baby?
Tell her the sunshine emerges from her face.
We could eat healthier foods and they taste better anyways.
We hallow our own ground;
Yes, you would still walk around.
10) Discipline Is Freedom
counting down to zero
and those that make it
stick around for the whipping
a whiplash so injurious it leaves them clinging for more
enduring the depths of the deepest oceans
they’ll learn what it is to fly
approximating this spontaneous flight for months
my wingspans reach and I am free
to explore in length this endless endeavor
so I write this letter all at once
for it is my resignation from irreality
into the liberating abyss of structure
11) My Life Is Not My Own
I used to think we lived and died alone;
Now I know my life is not my own.
While my guitar sleeps under dust in the corner,
It is myself who is the estranged foreigner.
The shriveling garden is a sign
That the wilting responsibility is all mine.
What a child sees
Is what the family will come to be.
History and infinity designed this moment;
However it is consumed, forever the universe is something different.
I used to think we lived and died alone;
Now I know my life is not my own.
I am not a worthless speck
I am the design on the Jaguar's back.
I think in thoughts that will be said
I act in deeds I hope to spread
I am half of my every relationship
I am a vote defining my citizenship
I am the change I want to see in the world that changes me.
It isn't about about the child visiting their granma and grampy,
But the grandma and grandpa loving their grandchild grow.
I used to think we lived and died alone;
Now I know my life is not my own.
12) Picture-perfect, Beneath and Beyond
Meaning: a faultless image
Days are not water drops wasted
but coupled with sand and dribbled into
drip castles dabbling into memories,
the way water falls forever
is how love exists.
Even lullabies the children sing
are less familiar than your touch.
As paintings convey reality,
I look to the world and everything is my girl,
I look to you and see everything in the world.
13) Love’s Years Flying
They smile, while cleaning
Dusty walls anchoring
Rusty nails suspending
Simple picture frames housing
Convivial pictures reminding
The older people forgetting
Golden memories playing
Childhood games laughing
While wood beams were shaping
The home where they are grandparents today.
It feels like they first met, justly yesterday.
14) Settled Grace
Old age has settled in
Reaping the returns of a life 'someone else' lived.
Creaking of the wheelchair
It's still warming to this brisk morning, too
I and it, waiting on the 'other side' of busy city intersections.
Thick meaningless comfort is fur
I pretend it still smells of partners long gone
Unreeling the memories of lives dear ones lived
And the winds whirling through the lines of my face
Still stir a smile, a faint brush with grace
15) Lullaby
vinyl records fill my ears with parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
before my eyes my parents travel through time
raindrops pit and patter as the dark of night settles in
the temperature drops and cools my skin
an aroma of moist earth is refreshing
pops and crackles accompany Paul Simon stomp, stomp, stomping
and to the beat my heart is swept
forever my comfort in the music will be kept
bass slaps and thunder cracks shake my stomach to sleep
I lay and let the moment steep
for someday when I smell like a dusty album cover,
still I’ll hum along to Scarborough Fair
listening for answers to life’s same questions
(we know enough to know how little we know)
resting my eyes
mom, dad, the music, the rain,
this lullaby I will always remember
16) Whale Harbor
by Emily "Pandy Valley Moonbeam" Elizabeth Riley
Drops of dew tickle my toes
A woman walks past
With her little girl
They wonder why I’m in their lawn
17) Blackeyed Susan
by Emily "Pandy Valley Moonbeam" E. Riley
“Hippopotomonstrosesquidliaphobia,”
I reply to the teacher
Correct
Billy punches me in the
Face
18) Crucial Sounds of Hearing
by Erin "Otter Sundance Horizon" K. Riley
Oval shapes of browns, greens, and yellows.
More green.
All around, everywhere.
Five shouts from the head of Pippy Long Stocking.
We’re separated by cones of orange and white.
10 ft. maybe more, maybe less.
Tangled in the minds of the disturbed.
Then spilled out like the blood across the floor.
Mixed in emotions of color.
They trap us.
Cages around lions like lions in cages.
From the words of Pathway to Providence you say?
Says what? You hear? You say? I say? Who says?
Journeys passed packed up soaring across
Birds follow.
Who learns?
19) Hello
by Erin "Otter Sundance Horizon" K. Riley
Goodbye.
Like droplets of rain beating down on your skin.
Like a giant pulling out your insides.
Like a majician with the wrong box.
The blades slice.
Like a broken jack-in-the-box.
Like a shark who won’t let go.
Like a dead-end.
The rain stops.
The giant leaves.
The box breaks.
The doll pops out of the box.
The shark lets go.
It’s an open road.
Hello.
20) Sitting at the Black Dog Café
by Wayne "Jake" Eaton Riley
Sitting at the Black Dog Café
Café au lait
Lake Ella glistens
Morning cool air
Fountains spouting
Cool misty water
Blowing in the breeze…
Oak trees and dogwood
North Florida but deep south
Scattered palm trees
But mostly moss draped oaks
Sipping coffee
While old and young
Walk around the lake
Dogs and babies
Students and residents
Poets and folksingers…
Vibrant Tallahassee morning!
by James "MANGO, Bengal Timpani, Grampa Bomba Bombe Bebop" Eaton Riley
On a motorcycle jousting the setting sun
In Nirvana in my Mind in a Monastery in India
Is celebrating my Grandpa’s twenty-first with a beer in one hand and a cigar in the other
And opening my leaves to absorb the sunlight.
Serving as senator I brought together compound words and contractions,
And yes, there were a few mistakes.
Stillbirths. Blackmail. Even bagpipes hit the fan.
Who’ll ever use why’ll?
But our children will forever have bedtimes.
Superman and Batman reign in the comic book stores.
Businessmen and businesswomen alike will never go a day without briefcases.
And what about touchdowns or threesomes?
But all of these bridges are still just building blocks.
Yes, a bridge, a new bridge. A better bridge than ever built before.
My opponent likes to talk about money.
You, too, may be wondering what this great construction will cost.
And, well, would you like to know?
Nothing.
It’s something these United States still can afford!
You see, I’d like to build you a few poems.
We can’t all die alone.
But I’m here offering you a few glimpses of completeness.
Of true love.
Of heart-wrenching emotion.
I’ve got a lot of life to share, and plenty of death to muse.
As one final note this evening,
If president, I’ll push for sackpenciln’taphone and kinshipthroatknothole.
Thank you, and God bless America.
the grasshoppers prancing about are the mice that squirming
the mice that explore the ground are the hawks that navigate the sky
the hawks that travel far are the fungi that never leave home
the fungi that live are the nutrients that give life
the nutrients that feed are the grasses that feast
And make it more complex
Why should he, have a house key
When he can have a key ring
It’s not a sign of knowledge
It’s not a sign of power
Maybe it opens doors
Lets him into his house
As if he had somewhere to stay
That’s what the doctor has proscribed
We could let him into the government
Maybe he has loose change
Teach him to speak new
Oil his rusted joints
Send him to a restaurant
All they have is lobster
He irritates the chef
And we said, “No! No! No!”
We called for the cops
Fed him to the lions
Banished his corpse
And fried his brain
He creeps behind pictures when they are ready to fall
From grace to the skirmish of instant satisfaction.
Implying the subject and the silhouette correspond,
He leaves the shadow where it belongs on the wall.
The decorative mask that he wears for society’s satisfaction
Is not that face which resides within his private dimensions.
All the hollow colors of the wind will still blow.
These walls won’t fall!
No doors, no windows.
We hear how much fun the antelopes are having outside.
The birds chirping!
The worms wiggling, foxes having so much fun outside.
Everyone in this place is nuts!
This place is for hermits!
No whores, no widows.
We hear how much life the antagonists are swimming in.
The planet earth’s spinning!
The markets are mingling, the dollars buying so many lives outside.
Debts are being paid!
Paid with what the wide world was paved!
No Fab Fours, no yin-yang mojos were
We ever going to have if we didn’t fight the good fight,
Just to get some touch!
Tasting everything, fighting tools and brimstone.
O’ glory glory hallelujah!
Hell is happening!
No floors, no angles,
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions
four dimensions here in existentialist land.
Existing!
The exit.
River flowing but never changing
Carving landscapes, cradling depths, crossing the horizon
Awestruck, always, and becoming awesome
Gas in the atmosphere,
Ice hurtling past Pluto
Always and forever an infant,
Always and forever a guru
Sometimes it’s nice
On a rainy day
In a detached sort of mood
While the skies are gray
You hold it together like the clouds soon to pour
Still the air conditioning is comfortable, as usual
And you’ve driven this road before
And accomplishment leaves the heart half empty
It feels less lonely
Knowing the rain falls on everybody in the city
Broken clocks save the world just that much by removing their batteries in the morning.
Hospital visiting hours can last maybe a little bit later tonight.
We could all bear to breathe just a little deeper.
Nightmares never hurt once you’ve struck the ground.
Computers turn on by the time you’ve brushed and dressed.
What does it feel like to give birth to a baby?
Tell her the sunshine emerges from her face.
We could eat healthier foods and they taste better anyways.
We hallow our own ground;
Yes, you would still walk around.
and those that make it
stick around for the whipping
a whiplash so injurious it leaves them clinging for more
enduring the depths of the deepest oceans
they’ll learn what it is to fly
my wingspans reach and I am free
to explore in length this endless endeavor
so I write this letter all at once
for it is my resignation from irreality
into the liberating abyss of structure
Now I know my life is not my own.
It is myself who is the estranged foreigner.
The shriveling garden is a sign
That the wilting responsibility is all mine.
What a child sees
Is what the family will come to be.
However it is consumed, forever the universe is something different.
I used to think we lived and died alone;
Now I know my life is not my own.
I am the design on the Jaguar's back.
I think in thoughts that will be said
I act in deeds I hope to spread
I am half of my every relationship
I am a vote defining my citizenship
I am the change I want to see in the world that changes me.
But the grandma and grandpa loving their grandchild grow.
I used to think we lived and died alone;
Now I know my life is not my own.
Days are not water drops wasted
but coupled with sand and dribbled into
drip castles dabbling into memories,
the way water falls forever
is how love exists.
Even lullabies the children sing
are less familiar than your touch.
As paintings convey reality,
I look to the world and everything is my girl,
I look to you and see everything in the world.
Dusty walls anchoring
Rusty nails suspending
Simple picture frames housing
Convivial pictures reminding
The older people forgetting
Golden memories playing
Childhood games laughing
While wood beams were shaping
The home where they are grandparents today.
It feels like they first met, justly yesterday.
Reaping the returns of a life 'someone else' lived.
Creaking of the wheelchair
It's still warming to this brisk morning, too
I and it, waiting on the 'other side' of busy city intersections.
I pretend it still smells of partners long gone
Unreeling the memories of lives dear ones lived
And the winds whirling through the lines of my face
Still stir a smile, a faint brush with grace
vinyl records fill my ears with parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
before my eyes my parents travel through time
raindrops pit and patter as the dark of night settles in
the temperature drops and cools my skin
an aroma of moist earth is refreshing
and to the beat my heart is swept
forever my comfort in the music will be kept
bass slaps and thunder cracks shake my stomach to sleep
I lay and let the moment steep
still I’ll hum along to Scarborough Fair
listening for answers to life’s same questions
(we know enough to know how little we know)
resting my eyes
mom, dad, the music, the rain,
this lullaby I will always remember
by Emily "Pandy Valley Moonbeam" Elizabeth Riley
A woman walks past
With her little girl
They wonder why I’m in their lawn
by Emily "Pandy Valley Moonbeam" E. Riley
“Hippopotomonstrosesquidliaphobia,”
I reply to the teacher
Correct
Billy punches me in the
Face
by Erin "Otter Sundance Horizon" K. Riley
More green.
All around, everywhere.
Five shouts from the head of Pippy Long Stocking.
We’re separated by cones of orange and white.
10 ft. maybe more, maybe less.
Tangled in the minds of the disturbed.
Then spilled out like the blood across the floor.
Mixed in emotions of color.
They trap us.
Cages around lions like lions in cages.
From the words of Pathway to Providence you say?
Says what? You hear? You say? I say? Who says?
Journeys passed packed up soaring across
Birds follow.
Who learns?
by Erin "Otter Sundance Horizon" K. Riley
Like droplets of rain beating down on your skin.
Like a giant pulling out your insides.
Like a majician with the wrong box.
The blades slice.
Like a broken jack-in-the-box.
Like a shark who won’t let go.
Like a dead-end.
The rain stops.
The giant leaves.
The box breaks.
The doll pops out of the box.
The shark lets go.
It’s an open road.
Hello.
by Wayne "Jake" Eaton Riley
Café au lait
Lake Ella glistens
Morning cool air
Fountains spouting
Cool misty water
Blowing in the breeze…
North Florida but deep south
Scattered palm trees
But mostly moss draped oaks
Sipping coffee
While old and young
Walk around the lake
Dogs and babies
Students and residents
Poets and folksingers…
Vibrant Tallahassee morning!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
A Concert Program to Change the World
It is with great pride and combined awesomeness that the internet now receives a concert program to truly Change the World. This night of music and memories marked the accomplishment of a tremendous milestone, yet more importantly serves to inspire, motivate, and direct our continued pursuit of becoming awesome. Unending thanks to the many musicians (on stage and in the audience), close friends, new friends, traveling family, loved ones, esteemed professors, and especially to my associate in awesomeness, Stephen Choate.
Wagon Wheel
Old Crow Medicine Show
G, D, Em, C, G, D, C, C
G D
1 Headed down south to the land of the pines
Em C
2 And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
G
3 Starin' up the road
D C
4 And pray to God I see headlights
G D
5 I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Em C
6 Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
G
7 And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
D C
8 I can see my baby tonight
G D
9 So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Em C
10 Rock me mama anyway you feel
G D C
11 Hey, mama rock me
G D
12 Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Em C
13 Rock me mama like a south-bound train
G D C
14 Hey, mama rock me
15 Runnin' from the cold up in New England
16 I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
17 My baby plays the guitar
18 I pick a banjo now
19 Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now
20 Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
21 But I ain't a turnin' back
22 To livin' that old life no more
Repeat lines 9 - 14
G, D, Em, C, G, D, C, C 2x
23 Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
24 I caught a trucker out of Philly
25 Had a nice long toke
26 But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
27 To Johnson City, Tennessee
28 And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun
29 I hear my baby callin' my name
30 And I know that she's the only one
31 And if I die in Raleigh
32 At least I will die free
Repeat lines 9 - 14
Wild Horses
Rolling Stones
G / Am / G / Am
G Bm G Bm G
Childhood living is easy to do
Am C D G D C
The things you want to I bought them for you
Priceless lady, you know who I am
You know I can't let you, slide through my hands
CHORUS:
Am C D G F C
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Am C D G F C
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away
I watched you suffer, a dull aching pain
Now you decided, to show me the same
No sweet thing exits, oh of stage blinds
Could make me be bitter, or treat you unkind
CHORUS
I know I've drained you, it seemed like a lie
I have my freedom, but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Lets do some living, after we've died
Am C D G F C
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Am C D G F C
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away
Am C D G F C
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Am C D G F C
Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them someday
Classical music often bears only calm and peaceful connotations. Though, "Festa No Sertao" breaks these false limitations, musical elements may be utilized to match or increase patients’ moods or levels of stimulation. On the contrary, music selections that are tranquil and sedative may also be used to assist such techniques as guided imagery or progressive muscle relaxation. The iso-principle is a common technique incorporated into music therapy sessions as an application of continuous music to elevate or reduce such states in clients, beginning at a level that mirrors that of the patient, and concluding at a level of stimulation determined by the therapist. The iso-principle is also used frequently in managing pain, dyspnea (shortness of breath), and agitation/restlessness.
Proper vocal technique, as used in classical art songs such as, "When I Have Sung My Songs" demands articulation and breath support. Therapeutic applications of music interventions can benefit patients with deficits in these expressive language skills, which may include patients with developmental disabilities, traumatic brain injuries, neurological disorders. Google Gabrielle Giffords.
As music complements communication, language influences music. “Blue Rondo A’ La Turk” illustrates the free and expressive nature of improvisation which mimics speech, and the call and response rhythms of jazz that emulate conversation. Similar exchanges can be accomplished with simple drumming applications designed to meet all levels of musical experience. Such musical activities can faciliatate behavior modification by using music as a cue, structure, and/or a reinforcer. This may prove to be especially effective in sessions with clients who have behavioral disorders.
The Brothers of the national music organization, Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia, exemplify a strong support system, essential for any individual and especially during addiction, grief, trauma, and crisis. Socialization is a basic need for any individual, which can be provided through interactions in families, schools, church groups, support groups, work, and activities of daily life. Creating music together promotes social interaction and facillitates opportunities for shared experiences between friends, loved ones, and in this case, family. Please enjoy, “Hymn to the Garnet and Gold.”
Music is considered by some to be the language of emotions. "Love" is an original composition expressing deep affection. Songwriting methods, which may include madlib or fill-in-the-blank formatted song lyrics, rapped dialogues or poems over loops or karaoke tracks, piggybacking existing melodies, mash-ups using significant lyrics from multiple songs, and composing completely original pieces, all allow patients to examine and express their thoughts and feelings in a rational and constructive manner. Ironically, love songs often make great examples of irrational thinking, which can be examined through Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy (REBT). Preexisting songs with topic specific lyrics are used in lyric analysis to rapidly establish rapport and open up into counseling, a skill that is particularly critical in both the mental health and end-of-life settings.
“In teaching the child, optimism need not suffer – only naïveté.”
- Dr. Clifford Madsen
“Sigh No More” addresses a few commonly misconstrued perceptions of love – betrayal, dismayal and enslavement, but directs the listener into a positive view of the phenomenon. Music therapists at Florida State employ a cognitive behavioral approach, whereby thoughts affect actions and behaviors. We help patients increase awareness of their thought processes to develop more constructive and controlled responses to events, even in their uncontrollable external environment. How we perceive, interpret, and choose to respond to such stimuli influence what emotions we experience. Optimism need not suffer, for human emotions are valid; romanticism can still be both realistic and rational.While singing decreases the stress hormone cortisol and increases endorphin production, one will also witness the elevation of mood and development of therapeutic relationships. Singalongs and the use of instruments facilitate meaningful interactions, even amongst people functioning at broadly different levels. Enjoy the opportunity to sing or strum with, “Wagon Wheel,” and “Wild Horses,” as we attempt to promote cohesion within an unusually large group.
Goals of Music Therapy in the Tallahassee Memorial Behavioral Health Center (TMBHC):
Actions/consequences
Anger management
Appropriate social skills
Assertiveness
Attention skills
Coping with change
Decision making
Decrease symptoms
Emotional management
Empowerment
Frustration tolerance
Goal directed behavior process
Interpersonal skills
Mood elevation
Normalization
Relaxation and leisure skills
Responsibility acceptance
Self-acceptance
Self-care
Self-concept
Self-control
Self-esteem
Self-expression
Self-image
Socialization
Stress management
Time management
Understanding Mental Illness
Values, values clarification
Active music making
Projects listening to and/or using music
Drumming
Lyric analysis
Lyric mash-up
Making instruments
Movement to music
Music assisted guided imagery
Music appreciation
Music-assisted cognitive reframing
Music skill building
Musical games
Musical stories
Music-based discussion
Poem/Proverb/Haiku writing
Positive thinking
Progressive muscle relaxation
Quotes from music (proverbs, AA/NA slogans, etc.)
REBT
Relaxation/stress reduction
Rhythm and drumming
Sensory integration
Singing and/or instrument playing
Songwriting
Sample Goals and Interventions used in the Hospice and Palliative Setting
Techniques
How music therapy addresses clinical objectives
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Objectives
Problems addressed by music therapy
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(continuous patient-preferred music)
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All the above
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Increase quality of life
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