He's Got Duende

This wild-eyed fellow dominated a room full of antique dolls in a small museum in Vermont. Mesmerizing ... and a bit unsettling to linger in his mischievous gaze. (Really, just try to avert your eyes.) Some inanimate objects possess a strange, spiky energy. Somehow, this clown projects something demonic, a dark invitation. But there's something comical there, too. I couldn't resist him. He's got soul. He's got duende.

For more about duende, visit this previous post: Duende: Words Both Winged and Quilled.

For more about clowns, visit photographer Stu Jenks' blog entry: The Bozos: Bozo Below Uncompahgre Peak . (Scroll down for more Bozo-themed posts.)

At last I'm back, escaped from computer limbo!

The Miniaturist

Sitting here finishing my Chicken Marsala, I just remembered that I had a poem, "The Miniaturist," that would be so fitting to post on this cold and blustery November night. Then I realized that I also had new photos that I took at a strange little doll museum in Vermont. Synthesis.

THE MINIATURIST

Here, in his cellar workshop,
a human sneeze could topple a world.
He confines his vision to the rooms
of the red and blue dollhouse.
Within a cone of golden light,
his hands are steady,
everything perfectly focused.
He balances a poppy seed bead of glue
on the tip of a toothpick,
attaches fringe to a rug
sewn from a scrap of his robe.
For his silent family,
he snips the hair from his head,
paints their eyes and smiling lips
with a single-bristle brush.

At dusk he lights the tiny lamps
and dreams himself inside.
Admit it, you're in there, too --
feet propped on the tapestry footstool,
hands clasped behind your neck.
An Afghan the size of a stamp
cozily rests across your lap.
You've turned your back to the missing wall,
to November's early darkness.
A bulb is ablaze
in the miniature fireplace,
its orange glow mistakable for warmth.

-- Christine Boyka Kluge
From Teaching Bones to Fly (2003)
Bitter Oleander Press

The poem was first published in Tar River Poetry, then in Teaching Bones to Fly. The photograph was taken 11/6/08. For more on things miniature, see the June 30th post entitled "The Poetics of Space," complete with a photo of a dollhouse doll. To enlarge the photos, just click on the images.

Don't Look Down...

...while tempting fate...

Photo taken on my deck, 8/13/08. Click on image to enlarge.

Ghost Doll

You're right. It was WAY too beautiful to stay inside.

(Just click on the photos to enlarge the images.)