The other day I posted about a couple who had created a day to celebrate on August 18 – Bad Poetry Day. They claim, that because they own the “branding” of this day that if anyone wants to use it, they have to notify them or pay them. I find it very frustrating when companies
I decided to phrase the title of the post this way, rather than referring to the actual name of the day that was August 18 – Bad Poetry Day. You see someone actually created the day and copyrighted their idea, so that, if you want to make reference to this day, you have to contact
I have always wanted an AGA range!! This is ridiculous; I know. But ever since I saw a picture of one in an old Gourmet magazine, I have coveted an AGA. There is something about the aesthetics of their design that goes beyond the functional. Then, there are the 2, 3, even 4 ovens. Really
Someone posted to my FB wall a picture of a car with a gear shift, on the steering wheel. Times, like gears, have changed. I learned to drive on the proverbial “stick shift.” Actually I am told that many people, who have trouble learning to drive with automatics, do better on a stick shift. The
Every once in a while an image or a sound creeps into my thoughts from a place far away. The other day, I heard a faint cry. I was outside; I couldn’t see anyone and the sound was not repeated. Slowly, though, a scene unfolded in my mind, where the sound echoed again. It was
Some books I just couldn’t throw out in my various purges. One of these was my “Pocket Book of Ogden Nash.” I know that most, if not all, of his poems are on-line, but so many of these sites are just lists of titles. You then have to click on the title to open a
Yesterday I posted several of Dorothy Parker’s more memorable quotes. I would often read her work along with the books and poems of Richard Armour. Although Armour wrote many humorous books, including “Twisted Tales of Shakespeare,” I will always remember him for two very wonderful poems – Shake and shake the catsup bottle first none’ll come and
I don’t think I really appreciated Dorothy Parker when I was studying or teaching poetry. She had a few poems that I liked. However, I either found them not pithy enough or not funny enough. Mashable just posted a blog on her, given that it’s the poet’s 120th birthday. OK she died in 1967, but
There is something fascinating about receiving letters. I know that most communication these days is e-mail, texting or twitter, how sad! No more, will we have bundles of love letters, tied up with faded ribbon, to be read years later. These electronic communications will also never be scented, never have touched the hand of the corresponder and
