Taxi
Back seat kiss
Lost
Taxi
Back seat kiss
Lost
In a fit of irrational exuberance I knocked a witch's hat off. As a punishment she magicked me into a herb
Who's sorrel now?
...who longs for identity?
Naomi!
All the kids loved the Sistine Chapel. Except Jilly.
She thought the ceiling was rather silly.
I saw this ad on eBay
‘Are you a truly expert comedian? If so, don’t “boar” your audience but “hog” the stage, with one of our range of exclusive witticisms.’
Like a fool I went for it. But it turned out I’d bought a beginner's joke.
There's a giant conifer near where I live, a redwood I think. I took this shot looking up into the canopy.
This tree always inspire awes me. I suppose as redwoods go it is comparatively small. The base of the trunk would be about 15 feet round, I suppose, and the tree about 50 feet or so high. But when I look up into the branches it seems as if I am gazing into a magical world where a whole ecoystem might live.
I don't know what species it is, but my guess is a Californian redwood, Wellingtonia. In which case it might grow a whole lot bigger.
"A Garden of Eden, just made for two
With nothing to mar our joy."
A garden was originally some sort of enclosed space. The word comes from Norman French jardin (as in modern French) but probably has the same (Germanic) roots as yard, the now rare English garth, and further back, perhaps the ancient Greek and Latin hortus.
In fact it may be connected with court (so courtyard might mean yardyard) and (suprisingly perhaps) with cohort, but presumably a cohort was originally a group of soldiers within an enclosure.
Paradise comes from Greek paradisos, which I think is a from an ancient Persian word for a walled deerpark, but came to mean an enclosed garden in Greek and of course gives us paradise. So the Garden of Eden was literally a Paradise.
My awsome new invention, an early prototype of which you see above, is an essential aid to all who aspire to compose 'Spoonerisms'. Simply rotate the outer ring relative to the inner (or vice versa) to generate such striking examples as the following imaginary headline
Cads Bake Bad Cakes – Mary Berry
Constantine Cavafy (1863 – 1933) was one of the most famous and influential Greek poets of the last century. He was a journalist and civil servant who never tried to publish his work but simply offered it to anyone interested.
His poem Ithaca begins
Σὰ βγεῖς στὸν πηγαιμὸ γιὰ τὴν Ἰθάκη,
νὰ εὔχεσαι νἆναι μακρὺς ὁ δρόμος,
γεμάτος περιπέτειες, γεμάτος γνώσεις.
Here you can hear the full poem read, in English, by Sean Connery, with music by the composer Vangelis.
Picture credit: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantine_P._Cavafy#/media/File:Constantine_Cavafy,_ca_1900.jpg
Eons ago I had a book called 'Verse and Worse'.
A particular humorous poem from it has stuck in my head all these years. I don't know who the original author was, and I may have got the odd word wrong here and there. But here is what I recall.
"Twas an evening last December
As I very well remember,
I was walking down the road in drunken pride.
But me knees were all a flutter, so I lay down, in the gutter
And a pig came up, and and lay down by my side.
As I lay there in the gutter,
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
I thought I heard a passing colleen say
'You can tell a man that boozes,
By the company he chooses.'
At that, the pig got up and walked away."
A. Shellfish!
I thought I'd been crying
But it was only the rain
What' sthe waerher like on youy paknet
Interviewer: Good evening Chicken, welcome! You won't be surprised when I ask the same question I'm sure you've been asked many times before. Why do you cross the road?
Chicken: Well I guess it comes down to instinct. It's summed up well in the song; 'Fish gotta swim and birds gotta to fly'. Chickens gotta cross. That's it really. Billy Holliday had a song says it all.
To baldly go
Q. Why do chickens cross the road?
A. Because it's in their D 'Hen' A!
Q. Why do chickens cross the road?
A. Because it's there.
Everyone lives in a small village consisting only of themself.
'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof' comes from a play and film by Tennessee Williams, who as well as playwright was creative in a variety of other ways. He was a poet. Here's the start of a famous work
You can read the whole poem here
I've always admired 'The Glass Menagerie', and having revisited it, I admire it more. I'd love to act in it.
the past and the future
never
is what i
said
once
The autumn leaves shall cover their faces
The winter snow shall cover their bodies
The spring flowers shall grow where they died
By summer there will be only grass.
Based on a Bashō haiku I have always found moving
natsukusa ya
tsuwamonodomo ga
yume no ato
Summer grasses
Nothing else remains
Of warriors’ dreams
RIP
RIP
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