Wednesday, September 2, 2015

A Compassionate Song

As I have mentioned before, for the past eight months or more, I have concentrated all my attention on the upcoming performance of my musical. From this, I had to divert my thoughts from my devotion to composing poetry. Occasionally though, I am brushed by the wings of the muses and immediately my attention turns toward the swift flight that lifts my thoughts into the bright, soaring heights where the music resides.

The other day, this occurred through one of my correspondences. I received an email from a friend and I was astounded at the compassion I felt in her message. The next day I responded and explained this to her. Then later that day, while I strolled through the Soho, a colorful string appeared in my thoughts and began weaving its way through my mind in the most musical ways while outlining some of the warmest images, threading together what I had felt frayed in dismay. 

Then riding the J Train back to the Jamaica Center, I composed this sonnet in my little notepad above the old brick buildings of Williamsburg on a gorgeous day.

- For Lee Christine Brownlee

Stumbling through the woods on a moonless night
among the fronds of ferns and mossy stone
I found a plume fallen long ago,
the only trace of a trackless flight.
Then with some twigs from the forest floor
still wet and green from last year's spring
and an unraveled quilt's colorful string
I wove a nest I left above the old barn's door.
Although empty when I turned away
I hoped some saddened thought would settle there
and find comfort from the frosty air
cupped inside the tender weave of strays,
then with the next day's warming light
dive into the bottomless sea of sky.

Garrett Buhl Robinson
8-30-15

Thursday, July 30, 2015

New Postcards for Musical

I decided to use a brighter image and edit the text in hopes of improving the postcards for the Musical.  
If anyone has any comments or criticisms, they would be greatly appreciated.  



Thursday, July 23, 2015

Trussville Tribune Article!

Thank you June Mathews for the wonderful article in my hometown newspaper - The Trussville Tribune!
Photo by Bob Kidd


Tuesday, July 21, 2015

The Mind Is a Metaphor



Maps Are Metaphors

Standing Out from the Slush Pile
Photo by Garrett Buhl Robinson
I have often thought of topography
to map the rough terrain of my life
where tight increments of lines steeply climb
and swiftly slide through creases of ravines
washing with the watersheds as they spread
in fanning planes that slip beneath the sloughs
of a glassy lake where the soft plop
from a raindrop sends ripples on the body
of water's settled, reflective repose
so the whole sky begins waving overhead.

Or perhaps these rings of lyrics outline
a mountain, tightening as they rise,
narrowing to one peak from every side
like the opening of an eye.

Garrett Buhl Robinson
July 20, 2015

This poem has an interesting story to it.  The conception actually arose from a typographical mistake that I made on another posting when I was recapping a conversation I had with a mathematician last week.  One of the topics we discussed was topology, although I actually used the term topography in the post.

The next day I was considering correcting this mistake, but when I arrived in the Cartography Room of the New York Public Library, the idea for a poem arose in my thoughts and I decided to draft it out.  Later that day, I had the opportunity to sit down and polish the draft, smooth out some of the seams and develop some more of the images.

As I have commented before, I have become particularly fascinated lately with how various media provide unexpected perspectives.  I hope that the closing of the poem provides some poignancy to the insight as it arises.

In this modified sonnet - the sextet is actually attached to the opening quatrain.  I used an encapsulated rhyme scheme to mimic the layout of topographical maps and the appearance of ripples on the surface of a body of water.  Then of course, the final stanza draws the alternations into a unified whole.

Thank you for reading.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Shirley Parker Levine's Watercolor Paintings from the NYPL

Shirley Parker Levine, with the New York City Urban Sketchers, honored me yesterday by making me a subject for one of her watercolor paintings.

Shirley's work can be found at http://www.paperandthreads.com/



Saturday, July 11, 2015

Letters to Zoey at the Trussville Library

The Trussville Public Library
http://www.trussvillelibrary.com



This is where much of my love for reading was awakened. As I have told several people, when I was a child I was fascinated with a display of a train that was set on top of one of the bookshelves. It was always out of my reach though. That is when I realized that if I wanted to achieve the aim of my aspirations in life, I must do so by ascending the shelves, climbing through the books as the fluttering pages awakened my mind and lifted me higher. I am still climbing too.




Librarians Lindsey Kelley and Maura Davies








I have been brooding over these ideas for most of my life and they have gently broken out of their shells and it is time for these fledglings to leave the nest. I can't wait to see these little songs take flight into the broadening skies of the audience's brightening eyes!




My Number 1 fan with Ms. Emily Tish, Library Director 





Poster for Letters to Zoey is on display at my hometown library! Thank you to the Trussville Library. Great hat Mom!



Check out the Video Trailer for the Musical














Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Letters to Zoey, Tickets Going Fast!

Letters to Zoey is one of the top selling shows in the United Solo Theatre Festival!  There are only 22 tickets left for the first show on October 17 at 2 PM.

I am having a party after the show and everyone in attendance is invited.  The party will give me an opportunity to personally thank everyone while we celebrate together.

As for now, I would like to thank everyone for their support.  I will continue marketing my books and promoting my show on 5th Avenue in Manhattan while I fill the air with the lyrical music of melodious poetry!