Monday, December 15, 2014

Some things are better left to the imagination

Looking for the answer to a clue, the category being poetry, I happened to chance upon a video on youtube of Richard Burton reading "The Hound of Heaven", a poem by Francis Thompson. Now I am on record as having said I could listen to Richard Burton read the yellow pages and yet I could not sit through him reciting this poem, with which I am well familiar and most fond.

The sidebar on youtube listed other videos of authors reading their own poems. How could I resist Dylan Thomas reading "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"?  I should have. Resisted.

T.S. Eliot reading "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" ?  Mmmm- No.

If your first encounter with the poems of Robert Frost was his recitation of "The Road Not Taken", you would not have traveled on with him.

Perhaps it is my dislike of being read to. Or perhaps poets are better at writing than recitation.

I do love the internet for allowing my 'one thing leads to another' curiosity such fulfillment and instant gratification - but some roads should not be taken. 

Yet I enjoyed Stevie Smith's "Not Waving but Drowning"

Not Waving but Drowning
By Stevie Smith

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Snark - because I am so NOT a nice person

Scrolling through FB I clicked on a slideshow of William, Duke of Cambridge aka Prince William and his wife Kate Middleton (and I wonder why she is always mentioned with her maiden name. The British royal family never struck me as being all feminist-y.)  There were close up photos of both of them and once again I was struck by William's buck teeth/overbite. I realize the British are known for their bad teeth but geeze it's not like his family couldn't afford braces.  Or that he can't afford some Rogaine - it's not that expensive.

And in a real low blow - what's with the wrinkles on that woman? Major crows feet! And don't tell me they are laugh lines - I've been laughing my ass off for 68 years and my wrinkleage is negligible. Maybe I should send her some of the lotion I use, it's like $5 for a 21 ounce bottle and my skin is soft as the proverbial baby's bottom and practically wrinkle free.

Remember when I told you that my big time name brand perfume is $35 cheaper at Target than Macy's? Fun story in today's NYT about what a rip off they are. Macy's was the department store of my youth (the only place my father shopped) but I kinda went off Macy's years ago - in NYC they were known for their complete lack of customer service. If you were on fire the sales clerks wouldn't spit in you - Hey, Macy's you are not Sak's (or even Bloomies). There is no cachet to shopping at Macy's and it will be a cold day in July before I ever set a foot (or a click) in that store again. (Given the world's weather patterns 'a cold day in July' is no longer a viable metaphor for 'never'). P.S. And By The Way: if you read that NYT article, they mention the Breville Smart Toaster oven - it really IS the best toaster oven ever and you can buy it directly from the manufacturer for $249.99 - Just sayin'.

And last but not least - this morning on FB I posted a link and a photo for the coolest kitchen gadget - a sandwich maker that will imprint your grilled cheese sandwich to look like this:
Buy it here
I don't know if this company has their tongue firmly in cheek but this has to be the most perfect gift ever. Who doesn't love grilled cheese? If a person is religious/Christian - they can eat with reverence. If the person is a total non-believer, they can eat with snarky irreverence. You just might want to be a little careful which of your Jewish friends you gift this to.

I was going to say that personally I thought this was a hoot in hell and then I realized it might well be - really.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Continuing with my obsession

This is straight out of the camera - just cropped

And this is with a few dib-dabs of editing -

Sharla , I started out trying to get a pic of BB - it didn't come out so well but I'm throwing it on here just for you!

Friday, December 5, 2014

All quiet here

It's been quiet around here, here being this blog. Aside from the renovation work in the hallway it's been quiet in the building too. (The common area re-decorating project finally got under way. The residents had no say in the decor and I believe the designer graduated from the Helen Keller School of Interior Decorating - yup, that bad.)

My mind hasn't been quiet but my mouth has been shut and my keyboard unused.  It's better that way.

Not everything thought should be said. Not everything felt should be shared. Would that it could.

The weather has been chill and damp and that affects my mood and my pain levels. It's temporary, I know that, but it's still a weight I carry.

I was just sitting at the dining table looking across to the living room and thinking how much I love this space. The yellow walls, the pictures, even my husband's work area tucked into a corner. And all the empty space in the middle. I do like empty space.

Folks are posting photos of their homes decorated for the winter holidays and I shudder at the clutter.

For the first 55 (or so) years of my life red was my favorite color and now I can't abide it. It makes me feel anxious and edgy. Dark green doesn't strike me positively either so all the holiday decor hits me badly. It actually repulses me.  But the silver and gold is cheery.

I think the only thing that has made me laugh, besides the cats, is that video birthday greeting I posted on Wednesday. I play it several times a day just to hear myself laugh.

It is very quiet around here.