This Isn’t a Post About Anything. I Was Just in the Mood to Type.
Seriously. The title isn’t a clever trap to trick an unsuspecting reader into complacency and then reveal some grand truth at the end. No knowing rhetorical questions will be posed and no semi-nude pictures will be shown below the “— Read More —” break. I’m just whiling so feel free to make the most of…
POETS Day! George Gordon, Lord Byron
[This entry is cross posted at ordinary-times.com] The wheel keeps on turning and turning and turning ‘round. Life’s disturbingly predictable if you let it continue unmolested. Shake things up. Break the expected routine. It’s POETS Day again (that “again” in no way indicates that POETS Day is included in the bourgeois and repetitive pattern of events…
Spicy Pineapple Collard Greens and The Great Vowel Shift
[This entry is cross posted at ordinary-times.com] I wasn’t a very good vegetable eater as a kid. My sister was. She was evil about it. I’d be midway through the go-to opening pea deployment – a spread with a rise towards the plate edge, a scooped out crater in the middle, and a spread of green…
poets day: the e.e. cummings edition
[Ed. Note: This piece was originally posted at ordinary-times.com on 4/14/22 which was a Friday, Good Friday as a matter of fact. You can look it up.] It’s not just P.O.E.T.S. Day, it’s Good P.O.E.T.S. day. A holy day but nonetheless a day to enjoy some clever verse and in the great Scots’ (probably) tradition connive your way out…
I Read a Book! Kingsley Amis’s One Fat Englishman
The English Novel, 1740-1820The open road winds down from Wilson’s farmTo neat lawns and a gilt-edged paradiseWhere Pamela walks out on Darcy’s arm,And Fanny Goodwill bobs to Fanny Price. – Kingsley Amis Until last summer Kingsley Amis was an author I felt I should have read. Note the “should have.” I was never possessed…
POETS Day! Elizabeth Bishop
[This entry is cross posted at ordinary-times.com] It’s POETS Day once more, that welcome weekly wonder when we wrap ourselves in awed gratitude, warmed by thoughts of Henry Ford, visionary businessman, architect of the modern, and inventor of the weekend. Is it ingratitude towards Henry’s memory to want just a little bit more free time? Sure,…
Sad and Drunk Beats Sad and Cold, but I’ve Only Seen The Sad and Cold TV Show
I’m a fan of Ian Rankin’s detective novels, so much so that I named my dog Rebus after his Inspector John Rebus, so I have to fall into the Sad and Drunk camp although I really enjoyed Wallander with Kenneth Branaugh. I got the distinctive Wallander ring tone for my phone because I’m a geek.…
Walking and Thinking: The Divine Soda Jerk
“Notice, too, their idea of God ‘making religion simple’; as if ‘religion’ were something God invented, and not His statements to us of certain quite unalterable facts about His own nature.” – C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity I was thinking about C.S. Lewis’s claim that God didn’t invent religion while I was walking today. I have…
Piperade: A Spicy One Pan Breakfast for Whenever
[This entry is cross posted at ordinary-times.com] I’m thinking sandwiches but that’s no answer. Big salads? Roasts? The question I’m mulling is whether there are foods we specifically identify with lunch or dinner. I can see an argument for sandwiches being of lunch in a way they aren’t of dinner, but internet argument about what qualifies…
Notes from Reading Sylvia Plath for POETS Day
The Unexpectedness of the poppiestheir gratuitous beauty inher own frozen life – Unknown Annotator I checked out Sylvia Plath’s collections The Colossus and other poems and Ariel from The Emmet O’Neal Library in Mountain Brook, Alabama a week or so ago. Rather, I checked out Sylvia Plath’s collections The Colossus and other poems and Ariel…
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