a) reprise from January 2020
A blogsite offering entertaining oddities since January 2020 at the rate of 30x/month. There are now over sixteen hundred posts in these four years. Images -- poetic, photographic, and computer-simulated -- are drawn from daily life as well as from poems and wordplay grouped by topic on our parent blog "Edifying Nonsense". The poetry displayed is all original (as are the song-lyrics), although portions evolved through rigorous editing on a collaborative website.
January 28, 2024
JAN 28r, trees: Norway maples
January 27, 2024
JAN 27r, insects: bumblebees
a) reprise from January 2020
JAN 27, insects: bumblebees
January 26, 2024
JAN 26, limerick extension: Collection of Internal "LIMERRHOIDS"
Learn more about these limerick variations as described by their "inventors" and perpetrators HERE !
Readers can find a collection of even more of these variant verses by clicking HERE !
January 25, 2024
JAN 25, Submitted Palindromes: RANDOM PILE #2
January 24, 2024
JAN 24, defining opinion: homogenized milk
January 23, 2024
JAN 23, death and the afterlife: decease in the crease
Although professional hockey has been the undisputed domain of males, more and more women are participating in Canada's national sport as amateurs and international competitors.
January 22, 2024
JAN 22, photo-collage: unusual sightings, Toronto wildlife
January 21, 2024
JAN 21, terminal (poetic) exclamation: cold? I'M SOLD!
Authors' Note: Our protagonist, presumably a Canadian snowbird, can take little comfort in the higher values of Fahrenheit than Celsius temperatures in the reasonably livable range. The temperature is what it is; only the describing numbers differ, although they are precisely related as defined in PGS's conversion. And below -40 degrees, Celsius is higher (but not warmer) than Fahrenheit.
The above verse was written on a brisk January morning when the temperature in degrees was -12C (10F) in Toronto, -10C (14F) in Atlanta, and 11C (52F) in Miami.You can review our collection of poems on the topic of "Terminal Exclamation (Limerick Variations)" as it evolves on our more encyclopedic blog "Edifying Nonsense"; click HERE.
Birds along the south Atlantic coast of the US, like this goldfinch, don't seem to mind. Perhaps they know that it's going to warm up shortly! (At 10:30, it's already up to 31F!)
goldfinch |
Incidental additional poetry:
January 20, 2024
JAN 20, singable satire: Dean Martin sings "ROBBIE BURNS' DAY"
Explanatory Notes: Robert Burns, born 1759, became Scotland’s ‘national poet’, and a cultural icon at home and among Scottish diaspora around the world. In his short life - he died at age 37 - he wrote hundreds of well-loved poems and songs; the most famous is Auld Lang Syne, traditionally sung on Hogmanay (New Year's Eve). Robbie Burns Day is celebrated on his birthday, January 25, often with a Burns Night supper.
Robert Burns |
(to the tune of "That's Amore")
INTRO (Tremolo)
In Aberdeen and overseas
Kilt-wearers freeze below the knees.....
When friends honor the haggis and flag of St Andrews -
January 19, 2024
JAN 19, photo-collage (sequel to yesterday's 'crepuscular rendez-vous')
The next day, we took our foray a bit earlier in the afternoon. The weather was clearer and considerably colder, but the late afternoon light had a golden hue....
a pair of bottlenose dolphins hunts in synchrony |
a lone cormorant flies low above the creek's surface |
a goofy-looking penguin preens itself |
a more formal pose |
at the ibis hotel |
January 18, 2024
JAN 18, photo-collage: crepuscular rendez-vous
"Crepuscular" is defined in our poem HERE.
snowy egret |
black-crowned night heron |
white ibises in pondside shrubbery |
white ibises finding a resting perch in the trees |
further dimming of the light |
ominous appearing cormorants |
Is this a good place to spend the night? |
wings of man |
Be sure to check out the sequel to this foray, to be published tomorrow.
January 17, 2024
JAN 17, palinku (poetic novelty): politics
In this post, we continue with our novel form of poetic wordplay. Inspired by Japanese haiku poetry, the "palinku" is a terse verse with a total of 17 syllables displayed on three lines. Unlike its earlier English-language forerunners, this concoction does not mandate the precise distribution of the syllables among the three lines, but does stipulate that each word in the poem be included in a palindromic phrase or sentence (i.e. one that can be read either forwards or backwards).
To help the reader discern the origin of the lyrics, each palindrome, generally occupying one of the three lines of the poem, has been color-coded. Readers will note that we have been publishing verses of this type on the 17th of each month.
You can readily view all our verses of this type if you proceed with a single click to our more encyclopedic blog "Edifying Nonsense". Click HERE. (Or if you prefer, you can stay on this particular blogsite and look for the offerings for the 17th day of each month -- there are now more than 60 of these.)
Also, if you enjoy the concept of political palindromes, you can review how they are constructed, and see a slew of examples, by undertaking an adventure-journey of bidirectional blogposts entitled 'Political Palindromes'. Click HERE to start.
January 16, 2024
JAN 16, photo-collage: visit to Washington's National Gallery of Art
John Ward, "The Northern Whale Fishery", 1840 |
Edouard Manet, "The Old Musician", 1862 |
Gustave Caillebotte, "Skiffs", 1877 |
Pierre-Auguste Renoir, "Oarsmen at Chatou", 1879 |
Georges Seurat, "The Lighthouse at Honfleur", 1886 |
Camille Pissarro, "The Louvre - afternoon, rainy weather", 1902 |
Mary Cassatt, "Woman with a Sunflower", 1905 |
snowy Washington street on the morning of departure |
high tea at a DC hotel prior to the Gallery visit |
January 15, 2024
JAN 15, submitted palindromes: RANDOM PILE #1
On the 25th of each month you will find a slide-filling group of palindromic phrases submitted to the editors by a panel of 7 palindromists. These folks have all been working on this project since January 2020. Their profiles are indicated in panels published here at the start of things, and then, we have asked them to provide (palindromically, of course) their views on one of the iconic items in the classic literature, starting with "A man, a plan, a canal -- Panama", and continuing with other well-known phrases, such as "Dennis sinned". Otherwise, their contribution will be grouped in random piles (a phrase that you might recognize as an anagram of the word p-a-l-i-n-d-r-o-m-e-s).