The Girl With The Curl
THERE was a little girl,
And she had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
One day she went upstairs,
When her parents, unawares,
In the kitchen occupied with meals,
And she stood upon her head
In her little trundle-bed,
And then began hooraying with her heels.
Her mother heard the noise,
And she thought it was the boys
A-playing at a combat in the attic;
But when she climbed the stair,
And found Jemima there,
She did spank her most emphatic.
Henry W. Longfellow
“Jennifer’s pieces have a deeper effect which is very much more than objects, more than story. They seem to be ancient fables that we are insufficiently equipped to decipher. The folk quality is arresting and undeniable, but as if from a tribe yet undiscovered, who speak a musical, un-catalogued language, for the ethnicity is so seamlessly heterogeneous as to be heretofore unseen, yet hauntingly familiar….I ‘hear’ Jennifer’s canvases. I hear marimbas. I hear drums with barely pronounceable names. I hear flutes of all sizes and ethnicities. I hear whispers, moans, purring, water, flame.” John LaMar Cole, composer and pianist, United States