Dragonfly: Any of various large insects of the order Odonata or suborder Anisoptera, having a long slender body and two pairs of narrow, net-veined wings that are usually held outstretched while the insect is at rest. Also called regionally darner, darning needle, mosquito fly, mosquito hawk, needle, skeeter hawk.
Poetry: The art or work of a poet.
Prolixity: Excessive wordiness in speech or writing; longwindedness
Poets make pets of pretty, docile words: I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish Which circle slowly with a silken swish, And tender ones, like downy-feathered birds: Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds, Come to my hand, and playful if I wish, Or purring softly at a silver dish, Blue Persian kittens fed on cream and curds. I love bright words, words up and singing early; Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing; Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees; I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly, Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.
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My own favorite pretty word is tabula rasa.
(Tabula rasa, meaning blank slate in Latin, is the epistemological theory that individuals are born without built-in mental content and that their knowledge comes from experience and perception.)
xo, Marion
"The day will happen whether or not you get up." ~John Ciardi
A neighbor's Camellia Tree after a storm this week. I love the blood red carpeting of petals under the tree... I'm busy reading "The Fountainhead" by Ayn Rand for the first time, so laters, baby. The sun finally appeared today for the first time in a week. It's deliciously warm.
Have a wonderful Valentine's Day tomorrow, filled with love & poetry.
xo,
Marion
"There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be
very quiet to hear it." ~Minnie Aumonier
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"We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone
whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into
mutually satisfying weirdness - and call it love - true love." ~Robert Fulghum,
True Love
Every Single Night By Fiona Apple, from her new album, "The Idler Wheel"
Every single night
I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in
Every single night's alight with my brain
What'd I say to her
Why'd I say it to her
What does she think of me
That I'm not what I ought to be
That I'm what I try not to be
It's got to be somebody else's fault
I can't get caught
If what I am is what I am, cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back, cause my breast's gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk and
I just made a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night's a fight with my brain
I just want to feel everything
So I'm gonna try to be still now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
If we had a double-king-sized bed
We could move in it and I'd soon forget
That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does
And maybe I'd relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart's made of parts of all that surround me
And that's why the devil just can't get around me
Every single night's alright, every single night's a fight
And every single fight's alright with my brain
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
I just want to feel everything
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I've loved (wanted to be) Fiona Apple for years, ever since I got her first album, "Tidal" which is still one of my top ten favorite albums of all time. I wore it out playing "Shadowboxer", "Sleep to Dream" and "Criminal" back in the late 90's. (I still shudder deliciously right down to my Slut-Red toenails when I hear 'Criminal' and the video is beyond smokin'... those eyes!!!) This song is from her fourth album, The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do, frequently abridged as The Idler Wheel...
She looks so fragile as if she's made of glass . . . I just want to hug her and feed her. :-) God bless brave, intrepid, wounded poet/songwriters everywhere who bleed words to heal us.
xo,
Marion
A few reviews from Wikipedia of Ms. Apple's new album:
"Like an open wound, The Idler Wheel isn't always pretty, but it pulses with life, brutal and true. Let's just hope that Apple doesn't wait so long next time to challenge us all again."[33] Nick Krenn of Earbuddy scored the album 9.4 out of ten and said "Apple’s songwriting remains sharp, perhaps more serrated, featuring lyrical wordplay performed with impeccable flow that many rappers would envy." [23] Melissa Maerz of Entertainment Weekly was also very positive on the album, calling it "hard to understand" like the previous ones and gave it an A and closed her review writing: "You have to give yourself over to The Idler Wheel in a way you probably haven't done since you were a kid, before jobs and other adult responsibilities claimed the long hours you spent curled up by your stereo speakers. It isn't easy listening. But it's worth it." [25] Ryan Dombal of Pitchfork Media scored the album nine out of ten and called it "the most distilled Fiona Apple album yet", concluding that "even after being thrown into the media spotlight at a young age, and having to deal with crippling doubt, Fiona Apple didn't go boom. She's still here, brave enough to indulge in raw emotion and smart enough to make those feelings carry."[29]Consequence of Sound was also very positive and called the album "one of the most daring pop records in recent history", awarding it with four-and-a-half stars out of five and said: "The risks she takes hardly even seem like risks for her anymore because the album is so well-oiled."[34]
