Amaze me again today with your
Frail sense of humor, Shalini. Let’s enter the
Sacred realm of laughter.
– Leonard “Finds Humor Here and There” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written around Amaze, Frail and Sacred from 3WW.
Note
This could be addressed to someone like the Shalini in Dil Chahta Hai (2001), all 3 hours of which I watched again without regret. It is the story of three close friends (played by Aamir Khan, Akshaye Khanna and Saif Ali Khan in excellent roles) and their love relationships.
I must admit to some arbitrary transposition in the poem. The frail sense of humor actually goes with the character Pooja (played by Sonali Kulkarni), but I wanted the name Shalini in there. The Shalini in the movie, played by Preity Zinta in one of her typical lively roles, has much more than a frail sense of humor...
Song from the movie featuring Saif Ali Khan and Sonali Kulkarni.
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, March 6, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Strawberries run deep
Or was it raspberries?
That was the title of a book of poems
I bought somewhere in rural Arkansas
in 1978, where three friends and I
had come for boating on the
Buffalo River.
Written by one Edsel ... (not Ford,
I think, definitely not Ford). And
now I can’t find it on my shelves
to help me remember why
those berries, straw or rasp,
run deep.
– Leonard “Does Run Deep” Blumfeld (© 2010)
A poem to illustrate the strangeness of (my) memory and to go with “running” at One Single Impression.
Notes
As I found out with the help of Google, the poet's name is Edsel Ford indeed (there is a Wikipedia article about him), and the title of the collection is “Raspberries Run Deep” (published in 1975). I still haven't located the book, though, so the deep-running raspberries must remain a mystery for now.
That was the title of a book of poems
I bought somewhere in rural Arkansas
in 1978, where three friends and I
had come for boating on the
Buffalo River.
Written by one Edsel ... (not Ford,
I think, definitely not Ford). And
now I can’t find it on my shelves
to help me remember why
those berries, straw or rasp,
run deep.
– Leonard “Does Run Deep” Blumfeld (© 2010)
A poem to illustrate the strangeness of (my) memory and to go with “running” at One Single Impression.
Notes
As I found out with the help of Google, the poet's name is Edsel Ford indeed (there is a Wikipedia article about him), and the title of the collection is “Raspberries Run Deep” (published in 1975). I still haven't located the book, though, so the deep-running raspberries must remain a mystery for now.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
A cuddly ride
Not necessarily a cuddly ride, one might surmise.
But the sufi master is unperturbed.
Posted for Photo Hunt and Cuddly
I took this picture at an exhibition of sufi posters from Pakistan in Munich last fall.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The ragged fib
What
can
I say?
You occur
quite ragged today.
Not your tidy self, my sweet elf.
- Leonard "Downright Ragged Himself" Blumfeld
Written to include occur, ragged and tidy from 3WW. Sweet, funny or merely insipid? You be the judge, dear reader.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Axe made of gold
Story of Isaac
The door it opened slowly,
my father he came in, I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
his blue eyes they were shining
and his voice was very cold.
He said, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
I must do what I've been told."
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
and his axe was made of gold.
Well, the trees they got much smaller,
the lake a lady's mirror,
we stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
and he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
but it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
he looked once behind his shoulder,
he knew I would not hide.
You who build these altars now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
and you never have been tempted
by a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
your hatchets blunt and bloody,
you were not there before,
when I lay upon a mountain
and my father's hand was trembling
with the beauty of the word.
And if you call me brother now,
forgive me if I inquire,
"Just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads his fan.
– Leonard Cohen (from Songs of from a Room, 1969)
Posted for One Single Impression / Gold.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Relationship dynamics
In one lucid moment of
non-righteousness
she managed
to cement his trust.
He and she both knew
now that they’d walk
through hell for each other.
– Leonard “Fu Tse” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written to include lucid, righteous and salvage from 3WW.
non-righteousness
she managed
to cement his trust.
He and she both knew
now that they’d walk
through hell for each other.
– Leonard “Fu Tse” Blumfeld (© 2010)
Written to include lucid, righteous and salvage from 3WW.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The 1002nd night
Padma thought the radish joke might be too risqué for the ruler, whose sense of humor was not known for much alacrity.
But Kamini decided to go ahead – after all, she would be wearing her ravishing purple sari.
Padma was finally relieved of her worrying when Kamini’s ring tone – the first few notes of the theme song from Mohabbatein – sounded after midnight.
This had been their agreed signal if things were all right.
– Leonard Blumfeld ( © 2010 )
Written to use up risque, radish, ring tone, ravishing, ruler from Raven’s Saturday Wordzzle Challenge for Week 98.
A German translation of this story is here.
But Kamini decided to go ahead – after all, she would be wearing her ravishing purple sari.
Padma was finally relieved of her worrying when Kamini’s ring tone – the first few notes of the theme song from Mohabbatein – sounded after midnight.
This had been their agreed signal if things were all right.
– Leonard Blumfeld ( © 2010 )
Written to use up risque, radish, ring tone, ravishing, ruler from Raven’s Saturday Wordzzle Challenge for Week 98.
A German translation of this story is here.
Labels:
Bollywood,
flash fiction,
humor,
India,
Literature,
meme,
music
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Not your average collection of clocks
Friday, February 5, 2010
Splat
A frantic lurch
to get me away
from that odor
But alas, the odor,
stuck to my shoes,
came right along
- Leonard "Lurch" Blumfeld
Written to implicate frantic, lurch and odor from 3WW. Titled "Splat" because a pond might have been my next destination in quest of getting rid of that odor I'd stepped into.
to get me away
from that odor
But alas, the odor,
stuck to my shoes,
came right along
- Leonard "Lurch" Blumfeld
Written to implicate frantic, lurch and odor from 3WW. Titled "Splat" because a pond might have been my next destination in quest of getting rid of that odor I'd stepped into.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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