Month: April 2015

Z end…

The A to Z Challenge is over. It’s time has come. It is now necessary for the recovery of your mental health to let it go. To that end, please visit this site. Although that might not be to everyone’s taste. If you find yourself feeling a bit down from the lack of pressure, at having to write about something (… anything, really) each and every frickin’ day of you life… Perhaps a repeat of this site, from a mere week ago, will lift your spirits. And I’m spent. It’s been a bit grueling, what with the work schedule, and everything else, to try and keep to this schedule. I can understand the thinking behind the challenge. But I find myself, after having become aware of it and accepting it almost in the same moment, coming to the conclusion that this challenge is, at best, a somewhat ridiculous exercise. If you wish to write, then do so. Don’t let anyone impose a structure or deadline upon you that you’re not willing, or ready, to accept. Along that path lies madness… or perhaps slavery, …

Yoruba…

Mo Iyanu ohun ti ede ti won sọrọ ni Yugoslavia? Se Yugoslavia ani tẹlẹ eyikeyi diẹ sii? Kí nìdí ma a kẹgbẹ awọn ọrọ ‘ofeefee’ pẹlu cowardice? Lemons ni o wa ofeefee, sugbon a ko ro ti lemons bi cowardly. Tilẹ a buburu ti ra ti wa ni wi lati wa ni kan lẹmọọn.

Xanadu…

Kubla Kahn by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Or, a vision in a dream. A fragment. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round; And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.  But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail: And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. …

What begins with “W”? Yes…

What could I possibly write about for the letter “W”? There’s Wittgenstein. As in the philosopher… but his birthday was yesterday. Once again that A to Z thingy has been whittled down, from relevancy to mere copy-book work; an excruciating exercise in a series of near misses. Well, how about Walla Walla, Washington? Weird. Washington, D.C.? It’s been done out the wazoo. Waziristan? Whoa, whoa, whoa!!! Let’s not get all ‘where in the world is…?’ on this here blog.

Happy Birthday, Will…

Okay, yeah, sure… We traditionally celebrate Shakespeare’s birthday on the 23rd of April. But we don’t really know when he was born. We do know he was baptized on this date. Now, I’m as traditional as the next guy. Heck, on a good day, I can take on all comers… tradition wise… But that ding-dang A to Z Challenge thingy didn’t line up properly, to ‘do’ Will on the 23rd. So I’ll ‘do’ him now. Because there are some days that should never go by unremarked…