Monday, January 30, 2006

The "Write Words Writing Club" Entry--02/01/06

I present myself.
open to you.

Inner fears
enwrap me,
covering my courage.

Watchful of the dagger
which once
laid waste
my soul.

A brother
evil incarnate,
forming fears
bruising them.

I remain
in fearful stasis,


Writer's Club Entry 02/01/2006

Thursday, January 26, 2006

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART { 1/27/1756 -- 12/5/1791 }

Mozart`s Birthplace Salzburg


Apollo et Hyacinthus, K.38 (13.5.1767 University of Salzburg) (intermezzo)

La finta semplice, K.51 (KE 46a) (1.5.1769 Archbishop's Court, Salzburg)

Bastien und Bastienne, K.50 (K.46b) ((?) 10.1768 Dr. Mesmer's House, Vienna; 2.10.1890 (or 20.10.1890?) Architektenhaus, Berlin)

Mitridate, Rè di Ponto, K.87 (K.74a) (26.12.1770 Teatro Regio Ducal, Milan)

Ascanio in Alba, K.111 (17.10.1771 Teatro Regio Ducal, Milan)

Il sogno di Scipione, K.126 ((?) 1.5.1772 Archiepiscopal Residence, Salzburg)

Lucio Silla, K.135 (26.12.1772 Teatro Regio Ducal, Milan)

La finta giardiniera, K.196 (13.1.1775 Redoutensaal, Munich)

Il rè pastore, K.208 (23.4.1775 Archiepiscopal Residence, Salzburg)

Zaide, K.344 (K.336b) (1779; 27.1.1866, Frankfurt) (incomplete)

Idomeneo, ossia Ilia ed Idamante, K.366 (29.1.1781 Court Theatre, Munich) (Idomeneo, Rè di Creta)

Die Entführung aus dem Serail, K.384 (16.7.1782 Burgtheater, Vienna)

L'oca del Cairo, K.422 (1784; 4.1860, Frankfurt) (fragment)

Lo sposo deluso, ossia La Rivalità di tre donne per un solo amante, K.430 (K.424a) (1784) (fragment)

Der Schauspieldirektor, K.486 (7.2.1786 Schönbrunn Palace, Vienna)

Le nozze di Figaro, K.492 (1.5.1786 Burgtheater, Vienna)

Il dissoluto punito, ossia il Don Giovanni, K.527 (29.10.1787 Nationaltheater, Prague)

Così fan tutte, ossia La Scuola degli Amanti, K.588 (26.1.1790 Burgtheater, Vienna)

La Clemenza di Tito, K.621 (6.9.1791 Nationaltheater, Prague)

Die Zauberflöte, K.620 (30.9.1791 Theater auf der Wieden, Vienna)

God Bless

"Bella Vita Militar" from "Cosi Fan Tutti"

Happy 250th Birthday, Wolfie.



In Vienna, in 1790-91, police were mystified over a series of deaths of young women who seemed to have been drained of blood, possibly by some apparatus attached to their necks. There were eight murders in 1790 of poor impoverished women, and four more in the early months of 1791.

Investigation into these deaths was cursory since the women were presumed prostitutes and there was little public outcry.

However, starting in June of that year, there were four more deaths of young women under the same peculiar circumstances. These young women were of Society, one of distant royal birth, and the police scrambled for solution, to no avail. The last of these deaths occurred in November, 1791, and suddenly Vienna was free of this evil.

Van Helsing continued; there was information in the society pages, in the same two years, of the temporary residence in Vienna of a Count Vlad Tepes from Roumania. This was the same Count Tepes, using the name Dracula, who van Helsing`s grandfather had battled 100 years later!

The newspaper clippings were almost entirely an account of Tepes` attendance at performances of symphonic music and opera, usually written by Wolfgang Mozart. In the year 1791, Mozart was in the last year of his life and was working on his massive “Requiem ", his first religious piece in eight years. He finally succumbed to what was called "feverish illness", "anemia" or "consumption".

Given the murders in Vienna, Dracula`s hate of the Catholic Church, and Mozart`s mysterious death on December 1, 1791, it was evident to the first van Helsing that the end of the murders was due to Dracula`s returning to his native land shortly after Christmas, 1791. And it was equally clear that he had accomplished his task, that of the murder of Mozart, before he could complete his liturgical masterpiece!

Van Helsing sat next to me and took my hand. "Carrie, tomorrow evening, The Opera Company of Philadelphia is producing "Die Zauberflote", "The Magic Flute", Mozart`s last great public success in Vienna, which was being performed during the time of the murders. I have no doubt that Alucard will be attending, and I have no doubt that he will approach us there. Tomorrow night, you and I will be attending the opera!"

c2005, Deabler, V.T.

Monday, January 23, 2006


Hi all!
I`ve started posting "CARRIE" in a new blog.

Please click on the title if you`re interested!


Friday, January 20, 2006

Dolores on her Wedding Day, 1958, with our brother Mike

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Dolores Deabler Capone {01/26/38--08/23/96}

My sister Dolores was a study in contrasts. Proud mother, English teacher, Tarot card reader, Poet, Lover.

When she was about 41, her husband died of a heart attack while they were visiting friends. He was Italian and had never permitted her to work outside the home. She was left with little life insurance and 4 teenage children to raise. However, she was also gifted with a fierce determination to succeed and a natural gift for writing.

In the 17 years remaining to her, my sister saw her 3 daughters married and suffered with her son, who endured extensive brain damage from a head-on car accident.

While working full time she started taking college courses and received her bachelor`s degree fron Gwynedd-Mercy College. Continuing with her education, she earned an M.F.A. from Beaver College and finally reached a personal goal; teaching creative writing at night while continuing to work full-time.

I should mention that she wrote a small book on the history of Warrington Township, Bucks County, PA when she was 38 and had never attended a college class. I`m happy to report that it is still listed on!

Dolores was for many years President of the Philadelphia Writer`s Conference and a scholarship is awarded to a poet each year to attend the conference in her name.

The first remembrance I have of her fierce determination occurred when she was about ten and I was about seven. In our bedroom in our Grandmother`s house, we overheard our parents whispering of money problems. There was talk of whether it would be better if she and I were placed in the Catholic Charity`s home. My sister never said a word; at age ten, she grabbed my hand and together we snuck out of the house. For the next two hours Dolores led me to the nearest apartment houses and actually had someone speak to us about renting. I don`t believe my parents would have ever abandoned us, but just imagine the strength in that ten year old girl!

In her late 40`s, Dolores faced the diagnosis of Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma and conquered it, facing the treatment with her usual strength, not slowing down more than necessary. Her battle was assisted by the love she had found in a man devoted to her.

Some ten years after she had been free of cancer symptoms, extreme pain caused her to see her Doctor. The cancer had returned in a more virulent form and very early on a hot August morning in 1996, Dolores expired. I was astounded at seeing her in repose, looking very much as her mother did before her, smiling and at peace.

There is so much sadness in seeing someone you love die just as their life seems at its fullest; children grown and settled, education complete, teaching at the college level, deeply in love. And yet, the realization that God had given her the time to realize her goals causes me happiness.

Monday, January 16, 2006

A Collage Of My Paintings In PSP [Draculucky by my son]

" There`s Something Wrong With Her "

There`s something wrong with her
A certain sadness, lingers in the air
Pronounces her passing,
as clouds conceal the warming rays.

Lifelong burdens, never truly gone,
The grimace in her sometimes smile
reveals the weight of destiny.

People question her activity
the glee she sees in mural`s lens
captured one by one
and every day a symphony.

Yet lying down at night, alone
awaiting Somnus` divine repose
She cannot help but think of things,
denying life its happiness.

The nights are endless, yet
an inkling, a spark is kindled
from the beauty
a mural allowed her.

In reverie, she thinks
of butterflies and flowers
of children`s smiles
of moonlit nights
and stars divine.

Awakened with a start,
a smile upon her lips,
she stretches like a kitten
her thoughts in happiness.

Perhaps the mural
brings focus to her life
What is gone is done
and Art is happiness.


Thursday, January 12, 2006

Charles Remond 1795-1875 "The Waterfalls of Tivoli" c1822

Your beauty
like the streams
of spring.

Little ripples swirling,
meandering, combining,
growing strong.

Cascading waterfalls
filling pools,
going underground.

Blasting, billowing,
rivulets to rivers
to oceans.

Rising to the sun


A Collage of Landscapes

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Giaccomo Puccini " La Boheme "

The arias when Rudolfo and Mimi first meet are, for me, the most beautiful, most romantic. PLEASE CLICK on the Title Words. The Arias, in Italian, can be heard as you read the words! {Thanks, Ayn}

"Che gelida manina" Rodolfo [second stanza]

Who am I? I`m a poet.
My business? Writing.
How do I live? I live.
In my happy poverty
I squander like a prince
my poems and songs of love.
In hopes and dreams
and castles-in-air.
I`m a millionaire in spirit.
But sometimes my strong-box
is robbed of all its jewels
by two thieves; a pair of pretty eyes.
They came in now with you
and all my lovely dreams,
my dreams of the past,
were soon stolen away.
But the theft doesn`t upset me,
since the empty place was filled
with hope.
Now that you know me,
it`s your turn to speak.
Who are you? Will you tell me?

Mi chiamano Mimi Mimi [first stanza]

They call me Mimi,
but my real name`s Lucia.
My story is brief.
I embroider silk and satin
at home or outside.
I`m tranquil and happy
and my pastime
is making lilies and roses.
I love all things
that have gentle magic,
that talk of love, of spring,
that talk of dreams and fancies----
the things called poetry....
do you understand me?