This world is so wide that, even if you flitted around and around it, you would never reach the end of it. This blog is a collage of more or less literary and humorous, outlandish or sometimes even serious glimpses at this great wide world.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
The Heather Nova haiku
Dedicated to Alexa
Said my daughter: you’re
the only person I know
who listens to her.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)
Notes
The truth and nothing but the truth (about the quote*). Out of the blue** I felt the urge to listen to Heather Nova’s London Rain and its healing effects*** today.
* Some evening in the early 2000s I ended up watching part of a Heather Nova concert on German TV, probably as a result of zapping through channels in search of something watchable. I don’t recall anyone else who comes off as ethereal on stage, as dreamy and enamored with singing with eyes closed. It’s something that can get too much. However, I ended up getting some Heather Nova CDs and playing them frequently when my daughter still lived at home. Hence the quote. I don’t think she liked H. N. very much. She preferred bands like The Back Street Boys back then.
** Does anything ever really occur out of the blue?
*** Nothing falls like London rain / Nothing heals me like you do
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
The friend from my youth haiku
She used words that I
would have never used to make
new categories.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)
Note
This one is about a friend from my youth (as she called me even 20 years ago). When she used that term, I felt hurt because she seemed to be saying that we were friends back then but could no longer be. She had created a limited category instead of the friends is friends and friends last for ever that I would have preferred.
would have never used to make
new categories.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)
Note
This one is about a friend from my youth (as she called me even 20 years ago). When she used that term, I felt hurt because she seemed to be saying that we were friends back then but could no longer be. She had created a limited category instead of the friends is friends and friends last for ever that I would have preferred.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
The surreally sentenced haiku
Thirty days of hot
landswart for the misdeamer,
said the judge. Gavel!
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)
Note
Another one that came to me while I was half asleep and getting ready to wake up.
landswart for the misdeamer,
said the judge. Gavel!
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)
Note
Another one that came to me while I was half asleep and getting ready to wake up.
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Emancipated
“A little backbone once in a while wouldn’t cheapen your dangle,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.
I’d just apologized to the waiter for the fact that she had ordered a Dos Equis and that he had brought her a Tres Equis.
When, in fact, I was pretty sure she’d said Tres Equis.
Now what the hell was her meaning?
Which is exactly what I asked her.
“It means that you should learn to stand up to some people, my dear man. And it would not hurt that swagger of yours I love so much,” she laughed and slapped me in the area of my bum – which she couldn’t quite get to because we were seated.
Reading between the lines is sometimes difficult.
What she really was trying to say might be, “Stand up to others as much as you like, but be wax in my dainty little hands.”
However, there definitely had been some innuendo in the dangle.
So that I was not entirely surprised when she suggested going back to our room after a while.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)
Written around the words backbone, cheapen and dangle from 3WW.
I’d just apologized to the waiter for the fact that she had ordered a Dos Equis and that he had brought her a Tres Equis.
When, in fact, I was pretty sure she’d said Tres Equis.
Now what the hell was her meaning?
Which is exactly what I asked her.
“It means that you should learn to stand up to some people, my dear man. And it would not hurt that swagger of yours I love so much,” she laughed and slapped me in the area of my bum – which she couldn’t quite get to because we were seated.
Reading between the lines is sometimes difficult.
What she really was trying to say might be, “Stand up to others as much as you like, but be wax in my dainty little hands.”
However, there definitely had been some innuendo in the dangle.
So that I was not entirely surprised when she suggested going back to our room after a while.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)
Written around the words backbone, cheapen and dangle from 3WW.
Friday, February 5, 2016
The Martin Shkreli haiku
There he goes crowing
and smirking: the cockiest
cock on the dunghill.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)
Note
This one was prompted by this morning’s news on France 24, where it was said that Martin Shkreli might easily be America’s most hated man nowadays.
and smirking: the cockiest
cock on the dunghill.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)
Note
This one was prompted by this morning’s news on France 24, where it was said that Martin Shkreli might easily be America’s most hated man nowadays.
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