Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

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What am I noting?

October 2, 2019

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What am I sappy cat blogging?

August 16, 2013

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For Sappy Car blogging this week, I offer this story run on NPR in April about cats and the poets who love them.

Reference: Word Tapestry, with thanks.

Sappy cat bonus, Commander Samuel Vimes in repose.

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When I sit in the chair of the person he obviously loves best, Sam boxes me about the ears with both front paws and tries to eat my hair.  Just last night, in fact.

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Whose birthday am I celebrating today?

August 22, 2012

“Brevity is the soul of lingerie.”

“Take care of the luxuries and the necessities will take care of themselves.”

“This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.”

Upon being informed of Calvin Coolidge’s death, she replied, “How could they tell?”

And, of course, “One more drink and I’ll be under the host.”

Dorothy Parker, of course, born August 22, 1893.  Poet, writer, playwright and founding member of the Algonquin Round Table.  When the Round Table broke up, she went to Hollywood and was a two-time Oscar nominated screen-writer. She was active there until black-listed by the McCarthyism.  She remained politically active throughout her life.  Parker downplayed her skills, but was well known and appreciated for her bright wit and scathing humor.

Founding members of the Algonquin Round Table:  (l-r) Art Samuels, Charlie MacArthur, Harpo Marx, Dorothy Parker and Alexander Woollcott.  What a wonderful experience it must have been to experience lunch at the Algonquin Round Table during that time and with those characters.

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Whose birthday am I celebrating by a road less traveled?

March 26, 2012

Happy Birthday to Robert Frost, born March 26, 1874.

Spring Pools

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods —
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.