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Leslie Nack’s Favorite Photo

 

Note from Leslie: This is my favorite photo of late because as soon as I saw this tree as I walked around this lake I instantly thought she was lifting her skirt so I could get by.

Note from Judy: Leslie wrote one of my favorite books, available in print, Kindle and audio versions. You can read more about it here: http://www.lesliejohansennack.com/

Contronyms and Clarity

Contronyms and Clarity

The word “cleave” is an enigma—first itself and then its opposite,
for it can mean “to cling to” but it also means “divide or split”.
What’s with the English language, with words meant to confuse?
Why bother to define a word that seems meant to abuse
our reason and ability to know what a word means?
Has our whole lexicology reverted to our teens
where “bad” is “good” and “sick” is “amazing, awesome, cool?”
What’s with these double meanings that make me feel a fool?

Do you believe the world of words has somehow let you down?
You imagine you’re a scholar, but turn out to be a clown?
That “hold up” means “support” but also “impede” is mendacious.
What next? Will “roomy” come to mean both “cramped” as well as “spacious?”
A rock is something solid—the opposite of jerking.
So why does “rocking out” involve this gyrating and twerking?

Someone “left” remains  but one departed also “left.”
What happens in a language where there is not a cleft
between what a word means and its opposite as well?
Have we run out of ways to enumerate and spell?
Are there not sufficient different words to go around?
Must we ascribe to opposites the same spelling and sound?

Though it’s anything but spartan, must our language play the fool
and accept a meaning for a word that clearly breaks the rule
that a word must stand for something clearly understood?
That a word can mean its opposite ultimately would
turn “black” to “white” and “white” to “black”, turn “happiness” to “sadness,”
and once given this opening, our world would turn to madness.

If “yes” meant “no,” how many brides would be sadly wed
when they meant to marry another man instead?
If “up” meant “up” but also “down,” how would folks reach their floor?
And imagine the concussions if “solid wall” meant “door.”
So, so much for contronyms. Let us cease to spout them.
It’s clear enough to me the world is better off without them!

Prompts for the day are opening, spartan, mendacious, cleave and let you down.

This is my Favorite Photo that I’ve Ever Taken. Show Us Yours!

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I took this photo 15 years ago at the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico City. I love the position of the arms of the fourth nun from the right and how the third nun from the left has twisted around to look behind her, plus the three feet kicked up as though skipping or doing a small jig.  A friend I showed it to asked me what I would name a group of nuns and this started a back and forth conversation of suggestions.  With this in mind, I have two requests to make of you.

  1. Please post your favorite photo that you’ve ever taken on your blog, Facebook,  Instagram or Twitter page and post a link to it in the comments below.
  2. Then give your idea of what you would call a group of nuns. Do not Google to see what a group of nuns is actually called. That’s cheating and also might block your own creativity.  Please also share this with us via comments. 
  3. Here are my ideas:
    A murmuring of nuns.
    A habit of nuns.
    A cloister of nuns.. oops.. cluster.
    Girls of the hood

    A squadron of nuns
    A file of nuns
    A river of nuns
    A flotilla of nuns

Here are favorite photos of those responding to this prompt:

Manja’s Favorites: https://mexcessive.photo.blog/2021/05/30/favourite-photos/

Cee’s Favorite: https://ceenphotography.com/2021/05/28/lifelessons-challenge-this-is-my-favorite-photo-that-ive-ever-taken/

Leslie’s Favorite: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2021/05/28/leslie-nacks-favorite-photo/

Lynette’s Favorite: https://lynettedartycross.com/2021/05/31/marvellous-monday-favourite-photos/

Dressed to Kill the Blues

Dressed to Kill the Blues

If you’re feeling washed out like your blossoming’s through,
feeling less than capricious and aged and blue,
why not ransack your closet to find something gaudy,
colorful, crazy, a little bit bawdy?

Don’t nurse a depression that you can dress up.
Why be a sad dog when you could be a pup?
Wilder clothes make you happy. Put joie in your vivre.
Tight clothes and stilettos—a  trick up your sleeve.

That impulse to give up is something to hide.
Folks will respond to what they see outside.
So when life deals the doldrums, why give in and mess it up?

You will feel better if only you  dress it up.

Prompts for the day are washed out, nurse, capricious, ransack and  blossoming.

 

Lest you think this is how my friends and I always dress, I’ll reveal that this was a Poor Taste party I threw one New Years Eve. Friends were to come dressed in the worst possible taste and to bring a dish that was tacky but delicious. It was a fun party!!!! 

Neighborhood Rhythms–Then and Now

 

 

I’ve been down swinging in the hammock, listening to the neighborbood sounds and talking to my friends Marti and Patty on the phone and writing to Forgottenman on Skype. This was part of our conversation:

Judy: Lots of bats flying around right now..soaring around in droves.some poor doggie howling and howling a distance away glad my two haven’t joined in. Frogs, katydids and rainbirds making a din—plus some drummer down below. Rainbirds just started up again LOUD….have you ever heard them?

That led him to send me these two links:

Judy: Both of those sound just like what I’m experiencing now.. Right down to the music coming from across the street. I think you should reblog those. So nostalgic. Wish you were here doing the same now.

What he describes in them is exactly what I’ve been experiencing for the past hour or so, so I decided to reblog his pieces. It is now fully dark after a long lovely sundown and leg and foot cramps ousted me from the hammock so I’m about to go in for a swim. Hope you will enjoy Forgottenman’s eight year old posts as I did. The world doesn’t change that much after all, except for the fact that I’m the one in the hammock now.

Just click on the links above to see what he had to say way back when.

Moon’s Eclipse. May 26, 2021

I woke up very early this morning after only 4 hours of sleep. I collected the day’s prompts–those that had been posted this early–and decided to check my Facebook. Thankfully, someone had posted a notice that the moon was in almost total eclipse. Thus began a hour’s flurry of activity, first trying to photograph it with my hand-held iPhone, then searching the house for my long-neglected Canon with 80X Zoom, only to find all of the SD cards were full or nonfunctional for one reason or another. I erased one, then went in search of my tripod and spent another 15 valuable minutes trying to get the horizontal pivot to work.. No success. Finally, I took it out to the terrace again only to find that I didn’t need to pivot it to get a shot of the moon, but at that exact moment, the sky started to lighten from pitch black to a pale gray and the moon vanished entirely! Luckily, I earlier managed to capture one sliver of moon on my iPhone, and here it is–the blood moon almost totally drained.

Arete Flower FOTD May 25, 2021

 

 

For Cee’s FOTD

Birthday Heist


Birthday Heist

The rumors are untrue. He is a scurrilous liar.
I did not steal the birthday cake. I did not start the fire.

My serenity is not a ruse. I’m innocent of error.
I swear I had no hand in your recent birthday terror.

The dog has done his utmost to brand me as the thief,
but the fool is barely lucid. Could you not see his relief

when you started to upbraid me as he chased me, headed south,
crumbs falling from his chest hair, frosting around his mouth?

Oh that I knew your language and I could tell you that,
but instead, for ever after, you’ll be blaming “that damn cat!!”

Evidence of an earlier crime: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvtfDaBi8XE

Prompt words today are liars, lucid, scurrilous, utmost and serenity.

Tsundoku

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Tsundoku

What is tsundoku? Dare we guess?
I’m not too sure, I must confess.
We may surmise what it may be.
Perhaps a sushi canapé?

A puzzle type or summer storm?
A Japanese poetic form?
A kimono sash or even, maybe,
a plush Godzilla made for baby?

All this time in speculation
has given rise to consternation.
It’s clear that since I have no clue,

I must find something else to do.

And so I’m driven to express
there is a truth I must address.
What, in the end, tsundoku is,

is just an irritating quiz.

If you don’t know, what good’s expressing
all this speculative guessing?
Such stressful thoughts may lead to cancer.
Use Merriam Webster for the answer!

 

All photos by me except the image of the books, which is a photo by Forgottenman and the photo of plush Godzilla, which I found on Amazon.

Bricks and Bougainvillea: FOTD May 24, 2021

I love this photo of the bougainvillea spilling over my wall into my lower lot with Jose in the background, erecting a ladrillo border around the boulders spilling down from the corner of the lot. He is such a cheerful worker and we’ve found project after project for him to do over the past year.

For Cee’s FOTD