Jane Goodall has prosopagnosia
Also called face blindness
She is unable to recognize faces
she acts like she recognizes everyone
In case she met you before
Interesting affliction for a world-famous anthropologist
Who studied chimpanzees and reported back
That they express facial expressions of emotions
Sadness, anger, frustration.
Is it only human faces she does not recognize?
Categories:
goodall, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Today’s blessing comes from Jane Goodall
words for all of us…all the other creatures…and for our planet’s sake:
What you do makes a difference
and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make
Categories:
goodall, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
...As the years went by Nick’s playing
came less often, as he wandered,
he just became a vagabond,
going to almshouses in winter.
That’s how he came to Watertown
in the sad last year of his life,
they say he didn’t play at all,
many felt pity at his plight.
There even was a well-dressed man,
white-haired, and getting on in years,
who came looking for Nick Goodall,
and in that sad poorhouse appeared.
They say he took Nick’s violin,
and played it so the notes were heard,
said, “Nick, don’t you remember this?
And how we played it together?”
Nick then took up the violin,
and ones more played beautiful airs,
some say the man was his father,
he was never seen again there.
Why Goodall died, nobody knows,
he was given a pauper’s grave,
some folk looked at his violin
to understand how well he played.
But they found nothing special there,
the viol was a common kind,
the beauty that he’d drawn from it
was born out of his troubled mind.
After he died they raised money,
for a grave, he had been broke, of course,
in local folklore Nick remains:
The Mad Fiddler of the North.
Categories:
goodall, appreciation, beauty, character, crazy,
Form: Epic
Watched a special, “Dr. Jane Goodall at a glimpse”
A gentle lady proved to the world how close we are to chimps
Dedicated to a solemn life chosen
A life of serenity and devotion
An amazing interaction that highlights a familiar imprint
Categories:
goodall, best friend,
Form: Limerick
Ms. Jane Goodall
A monkey kissed
The Snake was jealous
But he could only hiss
Categories:
goodall, animal, jealousy, kiss, sound,
Form: Clerihew
Baby your my all my love call Goodall year more than I can bear for you I care. As I stare think for me all you,be done I can say in every way Baby we ar
e One
Categories:
goodall, angel, anniversary,
Form: Light Verse
Now how can I propose this without
it coming out a cliché? I have been
watching something sensible about
Jane Goodall, a lady, it would seem
of such excellence that this old world
hardly deserves her. At a time of war,
a coarse time, brutality, we are told
is the price of peace. Such reverse lore
pushed by men of a nature so worldly,
are direct descendants of the snake before
Eden. Rejecting peaceful community,
consensus, or any of the attributes for
which women like Jane shine. I do believe
'twas Adam the snake set upon to deceive.
Categories:
goodall, allegory, appreciation,
Form: Sonnet