I was “doing” some poetry the other day. Obviously, I have let “the verse side” down because I came across a poem by a poet I hadn’t heard of (of which I hadn’t heard) – Billy Collins who was Poet Laureate of the US from 2001 to 2003. I really must “do” poetry more often. […]
Sometimes I just see an interesting picture right in front of me. This is why I like to have my camera ready. Today the photo op was in the dining room at about 6:00am. Light from an outside lamp was streaming in through the window, creating interesting shadows. I had to record it! These are
I was out for a walk the other day when I stopped at a stop light. Well, right beside me was a gentleman in full highland dress – sporran and all. I said to him – “Campbell?” He answered, “No, Gordon.” I was happy he didn’t say, “MacDonald.” I went on to say, “This must
In an earlier post I suggested that I would look up the origin of the word Oxymoron, because it contained the word “moron.” So hear’s the scoop! “Oxy” comes from the Greek word for “sharp” and “moron” comes from the Greek word for “dull.” Put them together and you have “sharp/dull” or words of opposite
One of my favourite quotations is – “They also serve who only stand and wait.” It’s from a poem by John Milton entitled “On His Blindness.” There are so many times when I have had to wait – in line, on the phone, on the computer…. or I see people waiting and I can’t help
I follow a lot of posts and blogs by knitting designers because I am interested in what they are doing and where they get their design inspiration. Today a very famous designer and teacher, Cat Bordhi posted and I realized that she had named her blog site – “Dearest Freshness Deep Down Things.“ Well, this
I have a few regrets in life and sometimes I don’t realize that I should regret something until I hear someone say, “Oh I did this or I remember that” and it wasn’t even on my radar screen. Well it happened again this morning I was reading the “Impossible” blog and some one posted a
My last few posts have been about a librarian’s “Found Poetry” in the lyrical names of knitting stitches. I love it when people (poets) find something so very common; write a poem about it and suddenly it isn’t common anymore. I always remember a poem by William Carlos Williams – The Red Wheelbarrow so much
Robbie Burns’ statue in Allan Gardens Toronto I posted, a few years ago, a tribute to Robert Burns and I dug out a lot of “plaid” knitting projects at that time. He is one of my favourite poets, because he has preserved through his poetry the language of the common man, or at least the
