Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Sunday, April 23, 2023

Las palabras y los días


También
hay unos días
sin palabras

– Leonardo Blumfeld (© 2023)

Nota
Hoy me he metido en vena castellana, inspirada por el libro de Octavio Paz con el título arriba.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Rhetorical

How carefree would you feel if you’d just been hit over the head with an ear-splitting deadpan?

– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2016)

Note
Woven around carefree, ear-splitting and deadpan from 3WW. May not use some of the terms in the intended meaning.

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.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Cavils

Cavil – lovely word. Nothing you're supposed to do, but so easy to give in to. So here are my cavils for this morning:

  1. The weather, even though not downright depressing, could definitely be better.
  2. My head could be better. The well-known tension from too much computer work is coming on.
  3. The world situation could be immensely better. Good people could be in power (unlike Junior Bush, Kim Jong-il, Pootin and a few other shining stars I could think of).
  4. I could receive more e-mails from people I haven't written to. Still, they could be thinking of me and drop a line.
  5. Ultimate success has failed me.
  6. My fiancée could write or call. It's been too long.
  7. I could be doing things I like to do.
  8. Why do I have to do what I do? I mostly hate it.
  9. Particularly right now.
  10. Money, the most prevalent current incarnation of the constrictions of this material world, is the root of much evil.
  11. If it weren't for a lack of money, I could publish so many books, stage so many plays with my love in them, and nobody would have to read respectively see them except if they absolutely wanted to!
Etc.

Gripes! Yikes! Enough!