Spike ,'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That is absolutely my favorite poem to read aloud ever. Just the beauty of the words and the way they all flow together.
sheer plod makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.
It's almost a sinfully sensuous poem given the subject matter.
I'm very fond of:
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan
Of tan with henna hackles, halt!
Damned universal cock, as if the sun
Was blackamoor to bear your blazing tail.
Fat! Fat! Fat! Fat! I am the personal.
Your world is you. I am my world.
You ten-foot poet among inchlings. Fat!
Begone! An inchling bristles in these pines,
Bristles, and points their Appalachian tangs,
And fears not portly Azcan nor his hoos.
Wallace Stevens, "Bantams in Pine Woods"
Lovely, lovely!
I soo would love a Buffista poetry reading night.
so an orange is a "golden apple".
Kallisti!
"Humble pie" was once nomble pie, a pie made of nombles, i.e., organ meat such as the heart, lungs, liver and intestines. The theory is that it went from "a nomble" to "an omble" and then was conflated with an entirely different word, humble.
I've refrained from commenting on the fact that she has worn the same dress everyday since April.
Good LORD. I had a boss who wore the same colors all the time, so it was a little confusing, but she usually didn't wear the actual same dress more than twice or three times in a week.
I am, per usual, covetous of ita's eyebrows.
I am also exhausted from my shopping trip. I did very good, pretty much only buying things I actually need, but I really can't resist looking at every single thing for sale at Target. Oy.
In metanalysis news, "mine Ed" turns into "my Ned." I guess that's not actually news, but it's all I've got.
Dear opera singer who moved into the apartment above mine,
I hate you.
Sincerely,
Allyson
I once lived above a person who was learning to play the violin. I hated her too.
Aw, Allyson, there should be a clause that on days off there should be no opera singing. Need to escape? We're going to Roscoe's to meet people at 6:00. Wanna come?
Man my right hip is hating me right now.
Same thing with Nell ("mine Ell[en]") and Nan ("mine Ann").
Not metanalysis, but the word "goodbye" came from the abbreviation of "God be with you".
I'm having a fun time poking around this site for history of the English language stuff.