I’m truly honoured. An artist has painted my portrait. Check out the masterpiece (me) on Katy’s wonderful site.
I particularly enjoy the poetry of Frank Hubeny, and he often includes a recording of his reading of his original work. He normally includes his own photographs to enhance the overall experience, and they are always a delight.
I wish I had his talent.
Today, he posted Walking to the Botanic Garden, a haibun, which combines prose and haiku. I know it sounds complicated but, believe me, it isn’t. As usual, Frank began, and ended, with his own photographs that perfectly frame the whole experience. Follow the link, above, to see why I love Frank’s poems.
I commented on today’s haibun as follows:
I don’t park my mind, I just let it wander all by itself. Not only does it seem perfectly capable of wandering during the day, but it also wanders a great deal most nights too, and it is kind to me in that it holds the memories for me to consider later!
That struck me as profound, and I thought I should record the thought, if only for my own peace of mind!
Haiku is not easy, you know! John Cooper Clarke sums it up:
To convey one’s mood
In seventeen syllables
Is very diffic
John Cooper Clarke
in Salford, Lancashire, The United Kingdom
January 25, 1949
John Cooper Clarke (born 25 January 1949) is an English performance poet who first became famous during the punk rock era of the late 1970s when he became known as a “punk poet”. He released several albums in the late 1970s and early 1980s, and continues to perform regularly.
A Happy Birthday.
Sunday Sentiment is one.
Modern haiku rules!
Thank you blogger friends
you enhance my life each day
I hope I do yours!
We’ve all confabulated at times, some more than others. There are scary confabulators though. I think you all know who I mean.
Thanks to Kat for this wonderful Word of the day.
Today’s Word of the Day on Dictionary.com, Confabulate, is an interesting word for our times. Basically, it means to talk casually, converse or chat. It originated in 1610’s, from confabulatus, past participle of Latin confabulari “to converse together,” from com- “together” (see com- ) + fabulari “to talk, chat, “from fabula “a tale” (see fable ).
It has a second meaning though, coined in psychological circles in 1924, that has found its way into our current dialog. Wikipedia offers a comprehensive look:
Confabulation is a disturbance of memory, defined as the production of fabricated, distorted, or misinterpreted memories about oneself or the world, without the conscious intention to deceive. Wikipedia goes on to explain, people who confabulate present incorrect memories ranging from “subtle alterations to bizarre fabrications”, and are generally very confident about their recollections, despite contradictory evidence.
There are several theories related to confabulation but one that caught my attention is the theory that…
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If only I could
I’d write poems by the score.
Who could ask for more?