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Monday, October 6, 2008
1:29:00 PM EDT
Feeling Miserable
AOL ending blogs ...
... I hope to move it over to another address, if AOL provides options, information pending.
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Friday, February 9, 2007
9:02:34 PM EST
Pretty in Pink avec Pearls
“Folly and Golly are really great geese.”
~ Double-A
“Merci AA.
Yes, ‘great geese,’ we.
Golly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>”
http://www.lawngoosedesigns.com/gooseclothes/detail/74
~ Folly
“Folly dressed up as Capsicum ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>”
http://www.lawngoosedesigns.com/gooseclothes/detail/116
~ Twittering
“O Twittering,
But I thought Golly was dressed as Capsicum,
Pretty in Pink avec Pearls
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>”
http://www.lawngoosedesigns.com/gooseclothes/detail/74
~ Folly
“Yes, I think you’re right, Folly.
Capsicum dressed as Golly ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>”
http://www.cornellphysicians.com/crpfeffer
~ Twittering
“Allo .................................... Mum ~ ?
Hey ~ Guess what ~ !
... I may get my AD[Hi!]D meds back.
Yep. Yep. Yep.
Next week ~ !”
~ Twittering
“Heck, yeah ~ !
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ~ !
We’ve been on Good Behavior,
Probation’s over soon ~ !”
~ Folly
“All right ~
Which one of you grrls stole my pearls ~ ?”
~ Capsicum
*
“... He’ll pace allright but then look carefully
at how, reaching the edge, he turns around...
... that quick step
revolving on the one hind leg, bringing the other down just as
the swivel ends, then giving over all the weight
to one front paw, onto each pad distinctly it would
seem, then onto number four and he’s
around headed the other way
again.”
~ Jorie Graham,
“The Sense of an Ending,”
“Erosion”
*
“Allo ............................... Mum ~ ?
It's Twittering.
Where've you been ~ ?!
No. No, not yet. Yes. Yes. No.
I hope so.
Maybe you make a few calls ~ ?
Yes.
The minute it happens, Folly & I
Sign up for volunteer work
Here ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>
http://www.coalitionforthehomeless.org
Need’em.
Love you, too.
Later.”
~ Twittering
*
“Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves
as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do: and
the reason why they are not so punished and cured
is, that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers
are in love too. Yet I profess curing it by counsel.”
~ Rosalind,
“As You Like It”
*
~ * Maltese Historical & Literary Trivia ...
!WOW!
“Famous American journalist Nelly Bly entered her Maltese at Westminster
in 1894, some four years after she made a record-breaking trip around the world
in 72 days, 6 hours and 11 minutes, racing the record of Phineas Fogg
in Jules Verne's Around the World in Eighty Days.”
~ The Westminster Kennel Club
http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org/about/history.html
~ * ~
“Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief;
it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun
of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink:
if thou thou’st him some thrice, it shall not be
amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of
paper, although the sheet were big enough for the
bed of Ware in England, set ‘em down: go, about it.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou
write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.”
~ Sir Toby Belch,
“Twelfth Night”
“O, that’s a brave man! he writes brave verses,
speaks brave words, swears brave oaths and breaks
them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of
his lover; as a puisny tilter, that spurs his horse
but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble
goose: but all’s brave that youth mounts and Folly
guides. Who comes here ~ ?”
~ Celia,
“As You Like It”
“’Tis I, with Pumpkin Pie,
I ride my goose, nay, mounted on the high ~ !”
~ Twittering
“Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, as have I,
A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry,
Her name, Folly; her sister, Golly.”
~ Cleopatra
~ * ~
Psychopharmacol Bull. 2007 Winter;40(1):118-26.
Fibromylagia, Chronic fatigue, and adult attention deficit
hyperactivity disorder in the adult:
A case study.
Young JL, Redmond JC.
Rochester Center for Behavioral Medicine, Rochester Hills, MI.
Adult attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) may share common
features with fibromyalgia syndrome (FMS) and chronic fatigue syndrome
(CFS). In an outpatient psychiatric clinic, a number of adult patients
who presented primarily with symptoms of ADHD, predominately
inattentive type, also reported unexplained fatigue, widespread
musculoskeletal pain or a pre-existing diagnosis of CFS or FMS. As
expected, ADHD pharmacotherapy usually attenuated the core ADHD
symptoms of inattention, distractibility, hyperactivity, and
impulsivity. Less expected was the observation that some patients also
reported amelioration of pain and fatigue symptoms. The utility of
ADHD medications in FMS and CFS states may be their innate arousal and
enhanced filtering properties. This model supposes that FMS and CFS
are central processing problems rather than peripheral disorders of
muscles and joints.
~ * ~
The Clinical Pearl ...
“The utility of ADHD medications in FMS and CFS states may be their
innate arousal and enhanced filtering properties. This model supposes
that FMS and CFS are central processing problems rather than
peripheral disorders of muscles and joints.”
“ADHD medications are effective for me in the same manner, a middle-
aged woman who is athletic and a practices healthy lifestyle, takes
Omega oil, but who suffers from low-grade FMS and CFS (as well as IBS,
MCS, and migraines). For me, the proper ADHD medication alleviated
these problems.
That’s GOOD NEWS!
That means, if you suffer from these problems, this may be a treatment
option for you.
Ask your doctor.”
~ Twittering
Financial Disclosure: Twittering has no current financial relation with any pharmaceutical company or advertising agency; Folly is a consultant to and on the advisory boards of Cleopatra’s Clinical Pearls and Why Fly North; and she has received honoraria from ApplesZennith, Bristles-Spyers Squidd, TelloScopeMine, and Andrew Wyeth’s Museum.
*
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Tuesday, February 6, 2007
10:12:19 PM EST
Reason For Living ~
~ * ~
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Hung Out TO Dry ~ * ~
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~ * Memento Mori
For my father …
John Stanford Hooper
Born ~
6 February 1927
Died ~
2 June 1969
~ * ~ ~
Reason For Living ~
Loved animals, loved aero planes,
Loved teaching.
Love.
Quote ~
“I found the duck by the side of the road,
Injured. I brought him home.”
~ * ~
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& Other Infinite Very Curious Luminaries
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* Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It’s a Star *
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*
~ * ~
“But though the turbulent tinges undulate
As his pure intellect applies it laws,
He moves not on his coppery, clean claws.”
~ Wallace Stevens
“On extended wings, a window comes unhinged,
As this pure golden air exacts its flaws,
Where I, a draft, up flew ~ !”
~ Folly
“.. geography’s spirit (too close to count)
and a hint of mercy in the weeds, the goodly weeds,
the wand of the keeper
(circus in town, hand of a stranger)
weighted tents open to all.
Nothing is optional. Nothing closed.”
~ Ann Lauterbach,
“On (Open)”
*
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10:10:07 PM EST
Apparently Goose Apparel ~ ***
“The Diatonic Dittymunch
The Diatonic Dittymunch plucked music from the air,
He swallowed scores of symphonies and still had space to spare.
Sonatas and cantatas slithered sweetly down his throat;
He made ballads into salads and consumed them note by note.
He ate marches and mazurkas, he ate rhapsodies and reels,
Minuets and tarantellas were the staples of his meals.
But the Diatonic Dittymunch outdid himself one day:
He ate a three-act opera ~
And LOUDLY passed away.”
~ Jack Prelutsky
“The broad-backed hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
Although he seems so firm to us
He is merely flesh and blood.”
~ T.S. Eliot
“Flora ~
am thehandmaid of the earth,
I broider fair her glorious gown,
And deck her on her days of mirth
With many a garland of renown.
And while Earth’s little ones are fain
And play about the Mother’s hem,
I scatter every gift I gain
From sun and wind to gladden them.”
~ William Morris
“love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places
yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skillfully curled)
all worlds”
~ e e cummings
“Bringme wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through
Under the Andes to the Cape,
Suffer no savor of the earth to scape.
Let its grapes the morn salute
From a nocturnal root,
Which feels the acrid juice
Of Styx and Erebus;
And turns the woe of Night,
By its own craft, to a more rich delight.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson,
“Bacchus”
“O, will you eat no grapes, my royal fox?
Yes, but you will my noble grapes, an if
My royal fox could reach them: I have seen a medicine
That’s able to breathe life into a stone,
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
With spritely fire and motion; whose simple touch,
Is powerful to araise King Pepin, nay,
To give great Charlemain a pen in’s hand,
And write to her a love-line.”
~ Lafeu,
“All Swell That End’s Well”
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_________________________________________
“Heck, know ~ !
Act UP, Act OUT
Don’t always SUBLIMATE ~ !
(especially with your Soul Mate).”
~ Folly,
[I am a Goose]
_________________________________________
~ * A Morning Wood
Very Special
Public Service Announcement …
A Tribute to
Byrds We Know * ~
_________________________________________
* Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It’s a Star *
_________________________________________
*
~ * ~
“Don’t forget ~ !
Bert, maybe we’ll visit you in Florida ...
I'm an expert swimmer, too.”
~ Folly
“Twitty
I would love to meet you
If you and a friend came to Florida,
And so would Rudy.
You could crash at my house,
Or stay at a hotel near by.
The weather here is very good after March.
Stays in the low 80s.
Will pay half if you stay at the Marriotte.
They have a nice health club, and indoor heated pool.
Treat you to their prime rib.
It’s almost like NY beef.
Cool today going down to 32F
And overcast”
~ Bert
“Do they allow gooses ~ ?
[psssst. Folly’s a goose]”
~ Twittering
“Twitty ~
You have a pet goose ~ ?
I think the goose best stay in my back yard.”
~ Bert
“Folly’s no pet ~
Folly’s a Wizard with wings ~ !”
~ Twittering
*
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Wednesday, January 24, 2007
9:33:30 PM EST
Ripe vine, the merry cheerer of the heart ...
“Sweet rose, my bouquet, be merry
When Spirits ring from quarters, airy ~
For, in the merry month of May
You’ll hear a song, no matter game you play.
Ripe vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
Will yield a cup or Spirit spilling Art
If song, your drink, hails a bright canary.
If silence most offends, to be merry best,
Stand fast, your grievance. Be not contrary,
If bidden, merry bells clink fast. If sad, confess.
Though Destiny say, So ~ ! Be merry, a caress,
A merry carafe, hear, your canary, a pretty one.
This merry Bryd sings Peace, when all is done.
Say, O, this was a merry message ~ !
Now, down your sparkling beverage.”
~ Argyle
*
“Madcap perils, Baroque as Cleopatra’s pearls,
My tale I’ll tell, if Dutch wags join us, Dogonit ~ !”
~ Leonardo
“And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear;
Sport your Doggles, if Google fails, your vision clear.”
~ Master Minor Byrd
“Well, if ever I do see the merry days
Of a well-aimed quiver, target overshot, a maze
Into I amble, will I know a Minotaur
If acquaintance I make, or should I meander
Toward center, my companion, binoculars ~ ?”
~ Leonardo
“O, I dunno, Leonardo,
I’m too ghastly lost, too ~ !
But I know for an absolute fact ~
I’d like to be a tall giraffe,
Drink Perrier from a tall carafe,
I’d slurp a straw and sport a scarf
And utter elegant remarks.”
~ Chardonnay
“My dream, to be a Sommelier
Who oft quotes E. M. Forster,
Decants with no apologies.
I’ll study the French Symbolists,
Pose as an Existentialist ~
Query me, if you’re unclear,
Yes, I’ll confess, grape’s my fetish.
I’m a Certified Sommelier.”
~ Merlot
“It is my fate and perhaps
My temperament to sign agreements with fools.”
~ E.M. Forster
“Nonsense and beauty have close connections;
If skeptical, behold my art collection.”
~ Merlot
“I think I’d be caterpillar
Predecessor Spectacular
Of a Puccini dragonfly ~
A duet, our aria, you and I.
You’ll play a silver clarinet,
I’ll wind up our String Quartet.
My song, simple vernacular,
Your answer, Invention’s Alphabet.”
~ Merrylegs
“The merry songs of Peace to all our neighbors ~
A very leafy fence, our vine embroiders,
Verdant blush, ripe our grapes, plucked as favors.
Vintage yields, bare feet dancing, fruits of labor.”
~ Merlot
*
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Wednesday, January 17, 2007
12:38:51 AM EST
In my other hand, a splash of Port,
“I like a Ship in Storms, was lost,
Folly and I, her wing in my hand,
Boldly we go, if slightly out of sorts,
Unafraid to sail without a plan ~ !
In my other hand, a splash of Port,
Savored, a swallow back I toss.
If run aground, our Vessel’s lost,
Whose Pleasure swills as contraband.
O, the Waves are plaid,
My map is checkered ~
Woe. My compass points its needle
In search of safer shore,
I ask no more,
But for my Vessel’s answered riddle.
O woe. My map’s fallen off the record.”
~ Twittering
“A creature, I see, sports checkered plaid,
Argyle, his name, Tartan clad.”
~ Folly
“Come, sweet Souls,
Let’s banish Sorrow ~
Come. Tag after me and follow,
Tales for you, never told.
The Corridors of Bereavement
For you sprout Beaver’s Mint
If mourning, yours,
Number back the years,
Backwards, from the morrow ~
Swim boldly through The Poole of Tears.
Come, sweet Souls,
Let’s banish Sorrow ~
The Corridors of Bereavement
Sprout Beaver’s Mint in the grass.
Let’s swill a chirping glass.
Bereavement’s Song can clear
The Vapors of Despair
And make us light as Air ~ !
Add a sprig of Beaver’s Mint,
Shake vigorously, splash over rocks,
And pour ~
Toss back, swill, and swallow.
A swallow’s song will banish care.
Swill and swallow. Your sox,
Are they pink, purple, or Argyle ~ ?
The Corridors of Bereavement
For you sprout Beaver’s Mint,
My job, to guide you there.
Hopscotch each checkered red square,
Until you land squarely on Square Noir ~
A square, half-lit under a star,
‘Tis very close, not too far.
O, but your sox must be Argyle,
Or you’ll not get past The Turnstile.”
~ Argyle
*
“A square half-lit under the star.
What is Pegasus,
What is Hercules ~ ?
Spring be coming.”
~ Zowtuc
“I never did repent for doing good,
Nor shall not now: for in companions
That do converse and waste the time together,
Whose souls do bear an equal yoke Of love,
There must be needs a like proportion
Of lineaments, of manners and of spirit …”
~ Portia
“… & what of merriment,
Or use of Beaver’s Mint, if lost your Love,
Or your heart too full of Woe,
& too cruel, such taunts, heckled from your Foe ~ ?
Dare I ask, what color your sox,
If flung upon sharp, jagged rocks;
If so, Whom doth warm your chilly toes ~ ?
For my fingers, yes, I sport warm gloves,
A gift from Too dove-grey turtledoves.”
~ Twittering
“O heavenly mingle ~ ! Be’st thou sad or merry …
My salad days,
When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
To say as I said then ~ ! But, come, away;
Get me ink and paper ~ !”
~ Cleopatra
“Dearest Hostess of The Mummies ~
To what end, how fine a point, your ink and paper,
For what daze does your gaze bedazzle,
If white your pearls, but grey your days ~ ?
In days of darkest spirit, does your candle’s taper
Light the deepest night,
In shadow’s half-light,
Doth your ink aptly think ~ ?
Forsooth, if so, a right fine caper
With my Quill, I, too, will scribble
In my memoir tonight, if fluttering letter,
In flight ~
Homeward bound, takes wing unfettered.
I quibble not.”
~ Folly
*
“I’m smart enough to know bonding bears
Much importance. Moby and I bonded
From Day 1.
I took off, and left someone to feed her.
She did not eat for 15 days during the time I was away.
I’m crying as I type this, but it needs to be heard.
If you have a pet, take it with you
If you know the bond is very close.
Moby showed me love is more important
Than any thing.”
~ Bert
“’Okey dokey. Au revoir,’ said Moby,
‘I’m taking off on a voyage, too,
Off to Okeechobee.
My tank luke-warm, please keep. Not too chilly.’
And off, her eight legs, into the ocean blue,
Moby swam, a pirouette, before she flew.”
~ Sir Cumference
“When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy
Of the ocean’s skin, one forgets the tiger heart
That pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember
That this velvet paw
But conceals a remorseless fang.”
~ Herman Melville,
“Moby Dick”
“My legs can keep no pace with my desire,
My soul, more apt a pace, if I expire.”
~ Moby
“Sleep sound ~
I’ll apply
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.
When thou wakest,
Thou takest
True delight
In Thy sight.”
~ Puck
“Were this world an endless pain, andby sailing eastward
We could forever reach new distances,
And discover sights more sweet and strange
Than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon,
Then there were promise in the voyage.”
~ Herman Melville
“When that churl death my bones with dust shall cover,
I wonder, is this a new planet, or effect of clover.”
~ Twittering
“More welcome is the stroke of death to me,
If deep my grave, my soul and mind not free.”
~ Whom
“Au revoir, until we meet again ...
Forget not to use your fountain pen,
And say your prayers by water’s edge. Amen,
Until we swim together again ~ !”
~ Moby
“Thy word bears current to me of Thy death;
My byrd wings whispers back to me your life.”
~ Twittering
“Well then, once in my days I’ll romance a madcap,
Hail that nimble-footed madcap Merrylegs ~
I’ll sport a Foolscap, too. Unpop that bottlecap.
Come morning, we’ll cook up some scrambled eggs
& drain the dregs of the wine cellar’s oaken keg,
& score at our leisure A Beggar’s
Operatic Amusement of caterpillars
Escaped, on the loose, from a scholarly
Miscellany of Curiosum & The Butterfly’s Flight …
O, also, a couple of moths with lunar inclinations,
Who, bereft of light,
A Two Part Invention,
Craft, if off course, of course, a star,
A fine spotlight mistakes. Bring your guitar.”
~ Kibbles
*
“Going Blind Warning Concerning Viewing
Of Comet McNaught ~
Normally the chance of going blind
Is not an issue when viewing
Fast moving comets
From Earth,
As they make their rare appearances.
But Comet McNaught
Is different,
Due to its proximity near
The horizon passing
Close to the Sun at dusk or dawn.”
~ nightbat
“Sleep sound ~
I’ll apply
To your eye,
Fragrant clover, remedy
From my apothecary.
Objective ~
Your apotheosis.
When thou wakest,
Thou takest
True delight
In Thy sight.
Know, not hypnosis,
But hyper ~ spatial
Antidote,
Gnosis,
My anecdote.
Listen close ~
Sleep sound,
Awaken sight
From darkest
Region, if sparkles
Light.”
~ Puck
*
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Thursday, January 11, 2007
12:36:59 AM EST
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Sign
Says ...
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Hung Out TO Dry ~ * ~
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Watering Hole
West of Amsterdam, Equal Proximity
To Haarlem, Holland * ~
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Another very fine watering hole
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~ * ~
“I am troubled,
O, I’m troubled.
My cup brims over with bubbles ~ !
Bedazzled and fizzy ~ !
My joys are doubled.
When you come upon the Tree,
Should the Hangman agree,
These Fingers, scattering ashes,
Could unfasten the Leash.
I’m bubbling in a cauldron of trouble,
O, but my bubbles are stars brimming
Champagne, simple and plain.
My joys are doubled,
I’m all fizzy and bedazzled,
Slurping and burping bubbles of Champagne ~ !”
~ Leonardo
“When you come to the Tears ...”
~ Master Minor Byrd
“O, I’m a Deade Dog who’s awoken;
I’m a woken dog who’s speaking.
I’m a dead awoken dog who’s no longer sleeping ~
O, but I hear Twittering weeping.”
~ Leonardo
*
“Champagne with foaming whirls
As white as Cleopatra’s melted pearls.”
~ Lord Byron
“For Champagne with a fluffy white tail,
Off for the Shimmering Sea, we sail …”
~ Twittering
“O, which way to the Mummies,
How about caviar and other yummies ~ ?”
~ Folly
*
“When we come to The Pooleof Tears,
I’ll give you a scratch behind the ears.
If in horse latitudes, we linger or flounder,
I’ll Huff & I’ll Puff. I’ll call for Puffin Prancer.
If in The Isle of Galapagos we find ourselves feeble,
I’ll summon a very wise Beagle,
Who’ll tell us a Fable and join us at table.”
~ Master Minor Byrd
“If Twittering I hear weeping, bravely
I’ll swim The Poole of Tears, out of my grave,
Paddling wildly, no matter my fears.
Her part in me I could not keep from death,
I’ll paddle madly, long after I’m out of breath.
Though peril to my modesty, not death on’t;
Champagne I’ll swim with foaming whirls ~
Madcap perils, Baroque as Cleopatra’s pearls,
My tale I’ll tell, if Dutch wags join us, Dogonit ~ !”
~ Leonardo
*
“Light the candle for our taper
Madness, off we sail for a madcap
Caper ~ Sport your nightcap,
Garner spirits, from your vessel,
If crystal or of paper,
Distill effervescence, body solid, of vapor.
Quintessence, our stars, with Phantom’s Light,
We gather for supper under candles bright.
Mark your points, adjust your astrolabe,
Your map to navigate each tossing wave.
Calculate X & Y, data point’s constant, please save.
For Z, figure out your target,
Chart’s dead reckoning. If land sighted, mark it.
Craft your vessel, if crystal or paper ~
Distill effervescence into solid body,
From Ether’s airy vapor.
~ The Annotator
*
“Huge icebergs the size of US states
Are breaking off of the ice sheets,
And penguin populations are declining.
But look at the bright side.”
~ Double-A
“Come on, you madcap, I’ll to the alehouse with you ~ !
Death, that dark spirit, in’s nervy arm doth lie.”
~ Folly
“There’s meed for meed, death for a deadly deed ~ !
On us thou canst not enter but by death.
My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes.”
~ Golly
“Why, what a madcap hath heaven lent us here,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come ~ ?”
~ Callie
“As wit turn’d fool: Folly, in wisdom hatch’d.”
~ Capsicum
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Tuesday, January 9, 2007
9:22:01 PM EST
Who with a splendid spy glass, spy upon
“Come, extol ~ A splendid map of tonight ~ !
To illuminate the candle of our dream,
Trace the sense of the dead women who roam
The polders of Netherlands, cultivate
A grid, our garden labyrinth, light short
Fuses ~ Of the candle ~ ! So follow
The synaptic spark, a lark in her flight,
The light a spider to the wine cellar leads.
Or, illuminate the dusk, your aria,
An outcry, spark of the reassumed one,
To fly the distance of an arc a lark embarks
For Thee ~ Know, the senses of the dead women,
Who with a splendid spy glass, spy upon
The red ~ winged plovers, wake as dreams
Who we plan this evening to exalt,
Or swallow a splendid tranquility,
Effervescent bubbles of a vintage year,
To illuminate the flask of our dream.
So unlock the hatch of the wine cellar,
The Life of Lustrous brims, spills over,
Half full ~ Of The Candle of Thee ~ !
Our stars in fluted stems bubble over,
Such stars illuminate our village.
O, where lurk our sparkling ones ~
Our superb guests, Cabernet and Chardonnay ~ ?
Off Twitter & Folly fly for La Grande Pomme,
Off for The Hunt of Mssr. Edward Gorey
& a puppy ~ headed, most scurvy monster.
Say, Au Revoir ~ !”
~ Mum of The Morning Wood
*
“A Drinking Song ~
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.”
~ W.B. Yeats
“I am drinking the stars ~ !”
~ Dom Perignon
“There comes a time in every woman’s life
When the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne.”
~ Bette Davis,
“Old Acquaintance”
“Three be the things I shall never attain ~
Envy, content and sufficient champagne.”
~ Dorothy Parker
“Champagne is the only wine that leaves a woman
Beautiful after drinking it.”
~ Madame De Pompadour
“Champagne's funny stuff. I'm used to whiskey.
Whiskey is a slap on the back,
And champagne’s a heavy mist before my eyes.”
~ Jimmy Stewart
“The Philadelphia Story”
“My only regret is that I did not drink more Champagne.”
~ Lord Maynard Keynes,
On his deathbed
“I drink champagne when I win, to celebrate
. . . and I drink champagne when I lose,
To console myself.”
~ Napoleon Bonaparte
“The feeling of friendship is like that of being
Comfortably filled with roast beef;
Love is like being enlivened with Champagne.”
~ Samuel Johnson
“To the Land we Love, and the Love we Land ~ !”
~ Black Chalk
“Friendship’s the wine of life.
Let’s drink of it and to it.”
~ Merlot
“Cool breeze
Warm fire
Full moon
Easy chair
Empty plates
Soft words
Sweet songs
Tall tales
Short sips
Long life.”
~ John Egerton
“Here’s Champagne to our real friends
& plain beer to our sham friends.”
~ Merrylegs
“Some friends wish you happiness,
& others with you wealth ~
But I wish you the best of all ~
Contentment blessed with health ~ !”
~ White Chalk
“As you slide down the banister of life,
May the splinters never point the wrong way.”
~ Chardonnay
“May the road rise up to meet you;
May the wind be always at your back;
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
& the rains fall soft upon your fields;
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of her hand.”
~ Leonardo
“May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.”
~ Kibbles
“There are good ships,
& there are wood ships,
The ships that sail the sea
But the best ships
Are friendships
& may they always be.”
~ Who
“May your troubles be less
& your blessings be more,
& nothing but happiness
Come through the door.”
~ Cabernet
“May those who love us, love us,
& those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts,
& if she doesn’t turn their hearts,
May she tie bells their ankles
So we’ll know them by their jingling.”
~ White Stag
“Accept that some days you’re the pigeon
& some days you’re the statue.”
~ Malbec
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Sunday, January 7, 2007
2:24:57 PM EST
In catacombs you roam tonight.”
“A word is dead when it’s been said, some say;
Others say, ....... ~ Hey!” |
