JTShaffer-Author
@jtshaffer-author.bsky.social
Writer of Poetry Drama Fiction Nonfiction
Director Editor Reader of Literature
Painter Metal Sculptor Welder Photographer
Musician Inventor Organic Farmer
Biochar Heirloom Peppers Chickens
Living Planet Proponent
Nature Ethics Climate
Director Editor Reader of Literature
Painter Metal Sculptor Welder Photographer
Musician Inventor Organic Farmer
Biochar Heirloom Peppers Chickens
Living Planet Proponent
Nature Ethics Climate
The morning wind forever blows,
the poem of creation is uninterrupted;
but few are the ears that hear it.
~from <Walden>, Thoreau
the poem of creation is uninterrupted;
but few are the ears that hear it.
~from <Walden>, Thoreau
November 28, 2025 at 5:30 PM
The morning wind forever blows,
the poem of creation is uninterrupted;
but few are the ears that hear it.
~from <Walden>, Thoreau
the poem of creation is uninterrupted;
but few are the ears that hear it.
~from <Walden>, Thoreau
A still - Volcano - Life -
That flickered in the night -
When it was dark enough
to show
Without endangering sight -
~from F517A, Emily Dickinson Archive
That flickered in the night -
When it was dark enough
to show
Without endangering sight -
~from F517A, Emily Dickinson Archive
November 28, 2025 at 5:29 PM
A still - Volcano - Life -
That flickered in the night -
When it was dark enough
to show
Without endangering sight -
~from F517A, Emily Dickinson Archive
That flickered in the night -
When it was dark enough
to show
Without endangering sight -
~from F517A, Emily Dickinson Archive
A delightful classic of Spanish cinema, <¡Bienvenido, Mister Marshall!>. Interesting stories behind the creation of this film released in Spain in 1953 and the US in 1993.🎬🎭🇪🇸
www.youtube.com/watch?v=saSr...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=saSr...
Bienvenido Mister Marshall (1952) Completa
YouTube video by wololooooo
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November 28, 2025 at 6:14 AM
A delightful classic of Spanish cinema, <¡Bienvenido, Mister Marshall!>. Interesting stories behind the creation of this film released in Spain in 1953 and the US in 1993.🎬🎭🇪🇸
www.youtube.com/watch?v=saSr...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=saSr...
Happy Thanksgiving! :D🦃🍂
November 27, 2025 at 4:35 PM
Happy Thanksgiving! :D🦃🍂
Too Loud A Solitude (18 min.; 2007, 35mm)
YouTube video by Genevieve Anderson
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November 27, 2025 at 2:44 PM
When the first chickens were no more than peeping balls of fluff, I cut up a stack of cheapie romance paperbacks & used the shreds for bedding (minus the glossy covers). Eventually the paper scraps went into the garden, & sometimes, hoeing & planting, I'll upturn cryptic snaps of dirty romance.
November 27, 2025 at 2:32 PM
When the first chickens were no more than peeping balls of fluff, I cut up a stack of cheapie romance paperbacks & used the shreds for bedding (minus the glossy covers). Eventually the paper scraps went into the garden, & sometimes, hoeing & planting, I'll upturn cryptic snaps of dirty romance.
Our bodies are our gardens, to the which
our wills are gardeners
~ I.iii.678-9
🎭🎬
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LYu...
our wills are gardeners
~
🎭🎬
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LYu...
Othello (1951)
YouTube video by YouTube Movies
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November 27, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Our bodies are our gardens, to the which
our wills are gardeners
~ I.iii.678-9
🎭🎬
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LYu...
our wills are gardeners
~
🎭🎬
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LYu...
I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite, —only a sense of existence.
~Thoreau letter to H.G.O. Blake, 6 December 1856
~Thoreau letter to H.G.O. Blake, 6 December 1856
November 26, 2025 at 3:15 PM
I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite, —only a sense of existence.
~Thoreau letter to H.G.O. Blake, 6 December 1856
~Thoreau letter to H.G.O. Blake, 6 December 1856
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law (Ham. III.iii.2339ff)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vIr...
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law (Ham. III.iii.2339ff)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vIr...
Hamlet (1996)
YouTube video by YouTube Movies
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November 26, 2025 at 5:30 AM
In the corrupted currents of this world
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law (Ham. III.iii.2339ff)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vIr...
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice,
And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself
Buys out the law (Ham. III.iii.2339ff)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vIr...
Hope everyone has a nice week! 🍁🐦🐇🍂🐿️Read the Norton <The Golden Age of Spanish Drama>, great. Siglo Oro dramas, very good. 'La vida es sueña' / 'Life is a Dream' by Calderón de la Barca, was my favorite and might paint a scene from the story. Moving on from these two paintings; studies, as it were.
November 23, 2025 at 10:48 PM
Hope everyone has a nice week! 🍁🐦🐇🍂🐿️Read the Norton <The Golden Age of Spanish Drama>, great. Siglo Oro dramas, very good. 'La vida es sueña' / 'Life is a Dream' by Calderón de la Barca, was my favorite and might paint a scene from the story. Moving on from these two paintings; studies, as it were.
Hope everyone has a nice week! :D🍁🍂🍁🍂
November 17, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Hope everyone has a nice week! :D🍁🍂🍁🍂
We like a Hairbreadth
'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or
Accident
Like paragraphs of
Wind
If I had ventured
less
The Breeze were not
so fine
That reaches to our
utmost Hair
Its Resonance divine.
~F1247A, Emily Dickinson Archive
'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or
Accident
Like paragraphs of
Wind
If I had ventured
less
The Breeze were not
so fine
That reaches to our
utmost Hair
Its Resonance divine.
~F1247A, Emily Dickinson Archive
November 16, 2025 at 3:47 PM
We like a Hairbreadth
'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or
Accident
Like paragraphs of
Wind
If I had ventured
less
The Breeze were not
so fine
That reaches to our
utmost Hair
Its Resonance divine.
~F1247A, Emily Dickinson Archive
'scape
It tingles in the Mind
Far after Act or
Accident
Like paragraphs of
Wind
If I had ventured
less
The Breeze were not
so fine
That reaches to our
utmost Hair
Its Resonance divine.
~F1247A, Emily Dickinson Archive
16 November, 1850
My Journal should be the record of my love. I would write in it only of the things I love, my affection for any aspect of the world, what I love to think of . . . I feel ripe for something, yet do nothing, can't discover what that thing is.
~from Thoreau's <Journal>
My Journal should be the record of my love. I would write in it only of the things I love, my affection for any aspect of the world, what I love to think of . . . I feel ripe for something, yet do nothing, can't discover what that thing is.
~from Thoreau's <Journal>
November 16, 2025 at 3:43 PM
16 November, 1850
My Journal should be the record of my love. I would write in it only of the things I love, my affection for any aspect of the world, what I love to think of . . . I feel ripe for something, yet do nothing, can't discover what that thing is.
~from Thoreau's <Journal>
My Journal should be the record of my love. I would write in it only of the things I love, my affection for any aspect of the world, what I love to think of . . . I feel ripe for something, yet do nothing, can't discover what that thing is.
~from Thoreau's <Journal>
Some of our richest days are those in which no sun shines outwardly, but so much the more a sun shines inwardly. I love nature, I love the landscape, because it is so sincere. It never cheats me. It never jests. It is cheerfully, musically earnest. I lie and relie on the earth.
~Thoreau, <Journal>
~Thoreau, <Journal>
November 16, 2025 at 3:39 PM
Some of our richest days are those in which no sun shines outwardly, but so much the more a sun shines inwardly. I love nature, I love the landscape, because it is so sincere. It never cheats me. It never jests. It is cheerfully, musically earnest. I lie and relie on the earth.
~Thoreau, <Journal>
~Thoreau, <Journal>
Notwithstanding a sense of unworthiness which possesses me, not without reason, notwithstanding that I regard myself as a good deal of a scamp, yet for the most part the spirit of the universe is unaccountably kind to me, and I enjoy perhaps an unusual share of happiness.
~Thoreau's <Journal>
~Thoreau's <Journal>
November 16, 2025 at 3:34 PM
Notwithstanding a sense of unworthiness which possesses me, not without reason, notwithstanding that I regard myself as a good deal of a scamp, yet for the most part the spirit of the universe is unaccountably kind to me, and I enjoy perhaps an unusual share of happiness.
~Thoreau's <Journal>
~Thoreau's <Journal>
y de rodillas pude ver brotar un árbol de alfabetos
en láminas imborrables,
(cuando no hay bondad, hay consecuencias).
and on my knees I could see a tree of alphabets sprout
in indelible sheets,
(when there is no kindness, there are consequences).
~Ivonne Gordon, end of 'Hubo insensatos silencios'
en láminas imborrables,
(cuando no hay bondad, hay consecuencias).
and on my knees I could see a tree of alphabets sprout
in indelible sheets,
(when there is no kindness, there are consequences).
~Ivonne Gordon, end of 'Hubo insensatos silencios'
November 14, 2025 at 3:53 AM
y de rodillas pude ver brotar un árbol de alfabetos
en láminas imborrables,
(cuando no hay bondad, hay consecuencias).
and on my knees I could see a tree of alphabets sprout
in indelible sheets,
(when there is no kindness, there are consequences).
~Ivonne Gordon, end of 'Hubo insensatos silencios'
en láminas imborrables,
(cuando no hay bondad, hay consecuencias).
and on my knees I could see a tree of alphabets sprout
in indelible sheets,
(when there is no kindness, there are consequences).
~Ivonne Gordon, end of 'Hubo insensatos silencios'
entre las cosas que se hacían y se deshacían
en cadenas de herencia entre los contornos de las raíces,
among the things that were made and unmade
in chains of inheritance between the contours of the roots,
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
en cadenas de herencia entre los contornos de las raíces,
among the things that were made and unmade
in chains of inheritance between the contours of the roots,
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
November 14, 2025 at 3:48 AM
entre las cosas que se hacían y se deshacían
en cadenas de herencia entre los contornos de las raíces,
among the things that were made and unmade
in chains of inheritance between the contours of the roots,
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
en cadenas de herencia entre los contornos de las raíces,
among the things that were made and unmade
in chains of inheritance between the contours of the roots,
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
que mi vida sería sin zapatos, que tendría raíces arrugadas,
y el árbol de leche sin tubérculos sería mi tesoro
that my life would be without shoes, that I would have wrinkled roots,
and the milk tree without tubers would be my treasure
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
y el árbol de leche sin tubérculos sería mi tesoro
that my life would be without shoes, that I would have wrinkled roots,
and the milk tree without tubers would be my treasure
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
November 14, 2025 at 3:45 AM
que mi vida sería sin zapatos, que tendría raíces arrugadas,
y el árbol de leche sin tubérculos sería mi tesoro
that my life would be without shoes, that I would have wrinkled roots,
and the milk tree without tubers would be my treasure
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
y el árbol de leche sin tubérculos sería mi tesoro
that my life would be without shoes, that I would have wrinkled roots,
and the milk tree without tubers would be my treasure
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
entre dos mundos, dos culturas, dos preguntas
como jinete en el aire de sangre seca, y descubrí
between two worlds, two cultures, two questions,
like a rider in the air of dried blood, and I discovered
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
como jinete en el aire de sangre seca, y descubrí
between two worlds, two cultures, two questions,
like a rider in the air of dried blood, and I discovered
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
November 14, 2025 at 3:44 AM
entre dos mundos, dos culturas, dos preguntas
como jinete en el aire de sangre seca, y descubrí
between two worlds, two cultures, two questions,
like a rider in the air of dried blood, and I discovered
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
como jinete en el aire de sangre seca, y descubrí
between two worlds, two cultures, two questions,
like a rider in the air of dried blood, and I discovered
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
en el escondrijo de una bandada de cangrejos azules
descubrí que había nacido entre dos memorias,
in the hiding place of a flock of blue crabs.
I discovered that I was born between two memories,
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
descubrí que había nacido entre dos memorias,
in the hiding place of a flock of blue crabs.
I discovered that I was born between two memories,
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
November 14, 2025 at 3:43 AM
en el escondrijo de una bandada de cangrejos azules
descubrí que había nacido entre dos memorias,
in the hiding place of a flock of blue crabs.
I discovered that I was born between two memories,
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
descubrí que había nacido entre dos memorias,
in the hiding place of a flock of blue crabs.
I discovered that I was born between two memories,
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
Repasé cómo tocar con la lengua
a la salamandra domesticada, y fui acariciando el musgo
I rehearsed how to touch with my tongue
the domesticated salamander, and I caressed the moss
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
a la salamandra domesticada, y fui acariciando el musgo
I rehearsed how to touch with my tongue
the domesticated salamander, and I caressed the moss
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
November 14, 2025 at 3:41 AM
Repasé cómo tocar con la lengua
a la salamandra domesticada, y fui acariciando el musgo
I rehearsed how to touch with my tongue
the domesticated salamander, and I caressed the moss
~Ivonne Gordon, con't
a la salamandra domesticada, y fui acariciando el musgo
I rehearsed how to touch with my tongue
the domesticated salamander, and I caressed the moss
~Ivonne Gordon, con't