Saturday, October 10, 2015

Bust a Move

Do a loony-goony dance
'Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before.
~Shel Silverstein

A group of people from ages 0-105 were gathered together and asked to show off their best dance move. These folks are so cute and such good sports:

Friday, October 9, 2015

A Smart Time

Full moon by Hans Põldoja

An Estonian poet and a Tamil poet today. Both poems are from Words Without Borders.

Evening Fare
by Kaur Riismaa, translated by Miriam McIlfratrick

This is a smart time, I think as I sit and eat a sandwich in the kitchen.
Tomorrow is sorted, the hayracks ready, the tools even stowed in the shed,
your magnificent culinary creation needs one more hour,
(no, bread and ham won’t ruin my appetite, I don’t want to pig myself later).
Actually, I could even go for a swim, do a length of the lake,

read the rest here


The Mother and the Goddess of Night
by Aazhiyaal, translated by Lakshmi Holmström

She has walked and walked
for nine long days.

All of nine days
and nine long nights
have passed by.

Weary of wandering as she is,
the mad woman mutters brokenly,
"Have you seen my daughter?
have you seen her?"
All along the paths she takes
the heavy clouds freeze—a thousand
birds fly past her in scorn
and the wind howls aloud.

read the rest here


The Poetry Friday round-up host is at Writing the World for Kids.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Hang On To Your Hat

Some hats can only be worn if you're willing to be jaunty, to set them at an angle and to walk beneath them with a spring in your stride as if you're only a step away from dancing. They demand a lot of you.
~Neil Gaiman

A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned that it was surprising I hadn't repeated myself...and this week I felt sure I *must* be repeating myself. How could I not have posted about hats?

When I was checking to see, I found an old post about men's accessories, a bunch about costumes, and one about a man who sure knows how to wear hats. But no hats. Huh!

Mouse and Top Hat
by Takeuchi Seihō

Mary of Burgundy
attributed to Michael Pacher

Bonaparte franchissant le Grand Saint-Bernard
by Jacques Louis David

Saturno, Cappello Romano worn by an archbishop
photo by Dieter Philippi

by Melissa Cabot
photo by Chris Phutully

Sea of Hats
a.k.a. Emma Goldman addressing a crowd at Union Square, New York

Lost: one cowpoke!
photo by Steve F

You know what kind of hat makes my day? Bollenhuts. A bollenhut is traditional formal headgear worn in the Black Forest area of Germany. Married women wear black pom poms, but the red ones worn by single women are particularly striking:

by Curt Liebich

The red pom-poms are said to have inspired the top (cherry) layer of Black Forest Cake. Yum!

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The Only Clean Shirt

Two quotes (poem excerpts?) from Rudy Francisco today:

Some days
Life is a pile of dirty clothes
And laughter is the only clean shirt you have left


we should love ourselves
so fiercely
that when others see us
they know exactly
how it should be done.

Monday, October 5, 2015

Let the Honey Soak Through

She reminded me that the world was really one big bee yard, and the same rules worked fine in both places: Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and long pants.
~Sue Monk Kidd

First verse adapted from Sue Monk Kidd's The Secret Life of Bees, additional lyrics and music by Ingrid Elizabeth, arrangement by Mouths of Babes.

Another quote from The Secret Life of Bees:

People, in general, would rather die than forgive. It's that hard. If God said in plain language, "I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die," a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin.
~Sue Monk Kidd

Friday, October 2, 2015


Unicorns are immortal. It is their nature to live alone in one place: usually a forest where there is a pool clear enough for them to see themselves-for they are a little vain, knowing themselves to be the most beautiful creatures in all the world, and magic besides.
~Peter S. Beagle

Straight-up silliness today and a shout-out to Julie Larios, whose love for wordplay was one of the inspirations for this poem.

The Poetry Friday round-up is at My Juicy Little Universe.

Thursday, October 1, 2015


Nature is not only all that is visible to the also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
~Edvard Munch

I am not really up on what Expressionism is, but I hear it's "a term used to denote the use of distortion and exaggeration for emotional effect." Edvard Munch's The Scream seems like a perfect example. Another definition is "a style of painting, music, or drama in which the artist or writer seeks to express emotional experience rather than impressions of the external world."

All of the below art was listed as being Expressionist. Is "The Neck of a Little Girl" Expressionist? I can't tell, but I love it, so...

by Marie Laurencin

Girl with Sheep
by Louisa Matthiasdottir

The Three Graces
by Tia Peltz

The Neck of a Little Girl
by Helene Schjerfbeck

Man with the Yellow Hat
by Ossip Zadkine

Nannies in the National Garden
by Theophrastos Triantafyllidis

The old woman and the girl
by Rafael Zabaleta