("An Earlier Renee")
Dr. Roeckelein was a staff Intelligence Officer in the U.S. Army, held research
positions for the Department of Defense and SUNY, and teaching positions at
Arizona State University and American University. His current research
interests and publications are in the area of the history of psychology, in
particular on the relevance of naming, eponymy, and indexing in psychology for
historiographic analyses.
("El Aurens"; 10" x 13"; pastel/chalk)
Dr. Roeckelein and his wife Renee (who teaches in the Psychology Department at
Phoenix College) serve as Psychological Consultants for various community service
organizations in the Phoenix area. His hobbies include painting, writing scientific/
technical articles and poetry, cycling, hiking, tennis, seeing foreign films and, most especially, "hanging
out" in the San Diego, California and Columbus, Ohio regions.
("Renee"; 11" x 18"; pastel/chalk)
Dr. Roeckelein's favorite mottoes are: "learn by doing" and "we only learn what
we teach ourselves". He likes cooperative learning classroom structures,
woods, shores, libraries, and zoos (particularly the Bonobo chimps who
consistently perform disgusting and unspeakable antisocial acts in public);
he dislikes unproductive meetings and committees.
WE HAD JUST MET, BUT
SHOWING HIM
THE OLD BOOK SHOP
HE CALLED ME HIS FRIEND.
Early evening show,
Plot was bad ..... Outside, the warm,
Winter-setting sun.
("Oklahoma Indian Burial Grounds"; 36" x 48"; acrylic)
(A Thirsty Pal")
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Roeckelein's Mini-Gallery:
("Old California Around Monterey"; 14" x 20"; watercolor)
("Novitiate at Assisi"; 12" x 14"; watercolor)
("South of Syracuse Near Tully, New York"; 20" x 30"; watercolor)
("Oaxaca"; 10" x 13"; watercolor)
("Summer Still Life"; 10" x 12"; watercolor)
("Mrs. Beasley's Garden"; 16" x 20"; torn paper/chalk)
("Arizona Spores"; 12" x 14"; watercolor/chalk)
SHARE A LITTLE TEA WITH ROCKY (Poesy):
"Spring of the Holy Pagans"
Alone, while searching ways on wooded ways,
And counting, fearfully, their age in years,
They saw sacred grass grown taller again
On green-greener lawns where Philos once taught.
There, where friendship and stranger's yet go,
Was moon, borealis, transfigured snow.
They then listened: those poor, frugal speakers.
They then heard: their own sad mournings in night;
Somber across the harsh-frosted meadow
They filed as reluctant angelus pealed.
Violent above, the ugly cloud-sky
Threatened their children with signs of distress.
"How surely we anger our gods! " they would moan,
"How bitter our sins and our Judas-denials! "
Then the storm clouds, still starting to form,
Shone pathways clear onto nebulous days.
Those sculptors of dreams, alpha ages of light,
Molded their men as proud beauty's supreme:
Before that Spring, sensed sole darkness and hate;
Now Easter with new promis'd tomorrows await.
Pagan creatures, from war-lands returning,
Retribution -- their earthen-bound purpose,
Saw in those woods, a fawn indecisive:
Fleeing outside the stalemate of shade.
They now love: equilibrium, the seasons,
Atheists' rhythm, and sense from old chaos.
Sacrosanct was their silence, and their new fire;
Their innocence, their sadness, and their art;
Their Babylon beach, an old hidden cove,
Beamed brightly golden, an expectation of home.
As Fall lovers, they'd seen with the locusts:
Idyllical Spring, and cerulean-blue.
Their children, alone in forested mansions,
Are searching like them, the holy-most lands.
New beauties unformed, new chants not yet heard:
Lulls pagan fears with Gregorian hands.
LATE LOVER'S SUBWAY,
SELF-CONSCIOUS TALK,
AT FIRST ..... THEN,
THEIR LONELY WALK HOME.
THAT PROPHET
SPOKE SO LOUDLY
I CAN'T REMEMBER
HIS UTOPIA.
"Mechanical Variations on Unrequited Love"
She spoke so seldom
And thought deep thoughts .....
Young love died,
A silent censor.
Speaking seldom, she
Killed young love;
She thought sad thoughts .....
His silent censor.
She thought deep thoughts and
Seldom spoke,
Young love had died .....
His silent censor.
She thought sad thoughts and
Killed young love,
Her seldom speech .....
Was silent censor.
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