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.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
The give us today our daily grind haiku
Most irritating:
can’t even see what they’ve been
grinding all morning.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Razor-edge-of-time reporting from the noise front. Picture the building as a giant tooth, with a gigantic dentist going at it. I can feel the damage done to the enamel all the way to my work room on the 1st floor.
can’t even see what they’ve been
grinding all morning.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Razor-edge-of-time reporting from the noise front. Picture the building as a giant tooth, with a gigantic dentist going at it. I can feel the damage done to the enamel all the way to my work room on the 1st floor.
Monday, November 17, 2014
You are like a hurricane
Again woke up with a song playing in my mind that seemed to have sprung from nowhere – Neil Young's Like a Hurricane, essentially a one-image song: that of the stillness in the eye of the hurricane while the storm rages, blowing the narrator away.
It is one of my favorite Neil Young songs, but I haven't listened to it in ages.
What could have caused this to rise to the surface this morning?
It is one of my favorite Neil Young songs, but I haven't listened to it in ages.
What could have caused this to rise to the surface this morning?
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Musical affliction
Has it ever happened to you that a song implanted itself in your inner ear, seemingly out of nowhere, and would stay with you for days?
Hank Snow's One More Ride has been with me off and on for several days now. Where did it come from? No source I'm aware of. It's unlikely that I heard it somewhere here in Italy. It certainly would not be played in any Roman store or elevator.
I remember recording this song on my reel-to-reel tape recorder from the country music hour at SWF 3 around 1973 and must have listened to it a lot back then. I loved country music at the time and hardly ever missed that radio show on Saturday afternoon.
The clickety-clack of Hank's railroad track has been calling me much too long. What to do? I have no button to switch it off.
– Leonard Blumfeld, musically afflicted
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Proverbs from the Chinese XIV
Gifted, intense talk may be another form of rot.
Once again, a piece of Chinese fortune cookie wisdom happens to coincide with Three Word Wednesday's selection of words: gifted, intense, rot.
Whoever wrote this may have been thinking of politicians. Except that what they spout often could neither be called gifted nor intense. Just plain rot.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Rowing my boat in the right direction
Your current situation doesn't allow you to fulfill your potential, and you are now becoming aware of this. You're dreaming of travel, study and different professional experiences. Row your boat in the direction that draws you, for any move forward right now will be a positive one.This was part of today's horoscope, and it was spot on. At least the first part about my current situation. Better start rowing that boat!
– L.B.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
The Anish Kapoor haiku
A gigantic fat
blue donut rolled into my
art field of vision.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Note
Very much razor-edge-of-time reporting of an actual virtual (because computer screen-limited) visual event.
blue donut rolled into my
art field of vision.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Note
Very much razor-edge-of-time reporting of an actual virtual (because computer screen-limited) visual event.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
In a jam
When in a jam
when in jam
when jamming
Jabbering away
with a swagger
You get my drift
you aren’t daft
Riverrun dry
riverrun open
riverrun die
Mikey mukey moke
is poetry a joke?
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Notes
What brought this one about? 1. Reading some poetry by an eminent contemporary British poet that did not make the least bit of sense. 2. What's worse: I didn't even feel like trying to read some sense into it or break my poor unpoetic mind doing so. 3. I'd also read the riverrun quote* somewhere today, so it was lurking in the back of my mind.
Have a mukey poetry day!
*From James Joyce's Finnegans Wake (1939).
when in jam
when jamming
Jabbering away
with a swagger
You get my drift
you aren’t daft
Riverrun dry
riverrun open
riverrun die
Mikey mukey moke
is poetry a joke?
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Notes
What brought this one about? 1. Reading some poetry by an eminent contemporary British poet that did not make the least bit of sense. 2. What's worse: I didn't even feel like trying to read some sense into it or break my poor unpoetic mind doing so. 3. I'd also read the riverrun quote* somewhere today, so it was lurking in the back of my mind.
Have a mukey poetry day!
*From James Joyce's Finnegans Wake (1939).
Thursday, September 4, 2014
The perverse urge to do anything but what is most urgent
I’ve been a practitioner ever since I can remember.
Always thought I was the only one until I saw a German movie, one of those shallow TV productions steeped in exaggeratedly shining colors, in which some middle-aged woman writer avoided writing her urgently needed new novel by doing all sorts of chores in house and garden.
But my avoidance maneuvers aren’t even chores.
Listening to Steve Earle cannot possibly be called a chore, right? What about running downstairs and eating three cherry tomatoes?
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
Always thought I was the only one until I saw a German movie, one of those shallow TV productions steeped in exaggeratedly shining colors, in which some middle-aged woman writer avoided writing her urgently needed new novel by doing all sorts of chores in house and garden.
But my avoidance maneuvers aren’t even chores.
Listening to Steve Earle cannot possibly be called a chore, right? What about running downstairs and eating three cherry tomatoes?
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2014)
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