Category Archives: Words

The cosmic chicken (omitted)

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I rather like this as a title for a blog post (though not going to publish the post to which it belongs, and the title is not particularly funny without it).  I wish it held the seed of a poem, but that is probably wishful thinking.

The cosmic omitted chicken post itself is quite dull.  Instead I offer an image from today; the waves were best seen from indoors, while we absorbed wraps full of shredded duck (no relation).

 

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The psyche is a strange place

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… and a law unto itself.  Having given mine over to the acquisition of facts, academic analysis, and sleeplessness, the arrival of a poem was unexpected.  It is always fascinating to see what turns up; on this occasion there is a slightly inverted relationship to the day thoughts, as the poem is about going to sleep, but the reproachful tone is a considerable surprise.

Not ready for it

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I’d had enough grim, so the next audiobook was selected for harmlessness.

It is true that Lady Flora Hastings’ fate was bitter, but the tale of George Eliot’s perhaps unladylike hand is innocuous, it was amusing to see Hughes get Darwin’s beard entangled in a compromise of the scientific principle, and the story of Fanny Cornforth is no more than louche.  I therefore walked unprepared into the account of the Fanny Adams murder case which concludes the book.  It’s not something I’d heard of before, and to be honest I wish I hadn’t heard it now, especially late in the evening; it needed quite a sweetener to take the taste away.

Sighing

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… with relief.  Apparently some of the metaphors played 🙂  And the bits that wouldn’t go into the suitcase don’t seem to have been too disastrous, leaving me a respectable % – quite pleasing, considering it’s twenty years since the last bout of academic prose.  On to the next…

“It should be a fine evening so long as there isn’t a thunderstorm…”

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though personally I am betting that there was one.  The speaker is a character in Crime and Punishment, after all.

Perhaps the novel’s dramatic and emotional moments were compressed into undue proximity by the abridgement; I will only remark that the characters seemed to have a disproportionate quota of spasms, fits, convulsions, fevers, catatonic attacks, tremblings and faints, which had an unfortunate effect on one reader at least.

Outside the wind is picking up again; gusting to force 8, perhaps 9.  2018 coming in with a roar, and I hope we all keep our roofs on.

Submission day

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The trouble with choosing an essay title which includes a metaphor is that it generates a sort of Tristram Shandy of essays.  Instead of Sterne’s digressions On Noses and such Shandean topics, I could have written On Beginnings that are Endings, On Endings that are Beginnings, On Association, On Uncanonical Canons, On Questions, On Mosaics Ancient and Modern, and, of course, On Metaphor.

I ruthlessly removed most of these essays from the assignment finally submitted, compromising somewhat with the expectations of the tutor (which I may or may not have guessed correctly), though I worked out some of the phantom digressions whilst daydreaming in the shower. Vestiges remain in the multiple drafts on file, and in the back of my mind. They will also show up later in my water bill.