damsel in this dress
in cool waters marinade
release your bouquet
Painting, Ophelia, courtesy of Sir John Everett Millais
Monthly Archives: February 2017
Fantasy month
It appears that I may have been tagged , I didn’t feel anything, I was not standing in a corner with my face to the wall, eyes closed, counting to one hundred but this is progress. I’ve been advised to pass comment on what effect the , “Fantasy,” genre has had upon me. My artisty skills are pretty well under-developed or you would see before you a picture of a spinning globe to signify that it has been my whole world. It has influenced my taste in dress, art appreciation and without doubt, favoured relaxation reading. Having been brought up on mythology and tales of the Greek heroes it has forever been a part of my life. This post is my way of introducing you to someone whom you may not be aware was an inspiration to the considered master, J.R.R. Tolkien. I refer of course to William Morris, a true Romantic, with many facets of which, even you, dear readers may be unaware. His two stylish tales were probably the first I read that were not part of the school curriculum. Look them out if you have not yet sampled their delights. A joy to mankind.
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Ronovan writes haiku #138
Syracuse using
Archimedes secret fire
Roman ships burning
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Colleen’s weekly tanka challenge #22
you hear mind the doors
the train is about to leave
if you are standing
best brace yourself or you may
find gravity is no friend
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Ronovan writes #Haiku 137
As he cannot sweat
the pig lies down in the mud
to escape the heat
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Haiku. One word Friday
Silently spreading
involuntary rictus
oscitant disease
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Colleen’s weekly Tanka challenge #21 The wreckers Prayer
Slowly, from the fog
a sailing ship approaches,
land ho is the cry.
Light my lamp to change their course
and put them into danger
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A Short Analysis of Aristophanes’ Assemblywomen
Oh for a trip to Maplins to purchase a time-hopping drone for a video record of Aristophanes plays and return with a, “Teach Yourself Ancient Greek as we used it,” book of course.
An introduction to a classic play
It has to win the prize for ‘classical play known under the most different titles’. Although not his most famous play, Assemblywomen is one of Aristophanes’ most interesting. It’s been translated as Congresswomen, Women in Parliament, Women in Power, Women Holding an Assembly, A Parliament of Women, and, of course, its most familiar title, Assemblywomen.
Written in 391 BC, it’s a wonderfully fun play, a comic fantasy about women being in charge of government and men reduced to feeble, pitiable creatures in drag. This makes it a great play to analyse and discuss. It even contains the longest word in all of literature: Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon. It is the name for a fictional food dish containing meat, fish, and wine, and is 183 letters long – enough for six antidisestablishmentarianisms.
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Ronovan writes #136
Flesh a solemn grey,
bright, hopeful eyes, now fading
bloodstains in the field
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The Steel Watchman
I see it, as shiny as the day i left it, in my youthful impetuous anger all those years ago, when I was so dis-satisfied and foolish but hopeful.
Just past the crooked tree, near a shallow slough,
A forgotten plow sits – still with clevis and pin.
Parked there by the farmer, away from the summer’s sun
Abandoned – then forgotten, with rusted piles of steel and tin.This stoic farmhand, wedded to the soil,
On a prairie grass field, while the summer wind blows.
The steering wheel, corroded and cracked remains fixed on a course
Just beyond field and furrows, a handy perch for the crows.©2017 Clarence Holm
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