Uncanny
Uncanny valley. /
Each age comes empty /
then fills with memory.
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Haiku to you Thursday: “Age”
Age
Age is a crap shoot. /
Some days, the royal flush. /
Other days, flushed out.
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“Cane”
Cane
Age will find you /
a flower in a garden, /
a cane in your hand.
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Haiku and photo: “Nine years ago”
Nine years ago
Eggs, age were hidden /
Nine years past, when both were young. /
Spring hides without end.
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Photo by Lauren Rider
Filed under 2012, 2021, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
Haiku: “That delusion”
That delusion
Age is a mirror /
Reflecting a passing thought /
Breath fogs the photons.
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Filed under 2019, haiku, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “State of mind”
Two fifty-five-year-old authors were sitting together on a dais at a writer’s conference.
The first one looks at the photo and short biography of the third author who is scheduled to join them.
“Wow,” the first author says, “I must be getting old.”
“Why?” the second asks, “because she looks so young in the photo?”
“No. Because she says she’s twenty-seven and describes herself as middle-aged.”
“Yeah,” the second author sighs, “middle age is looking younger and younger to me, too.”
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Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
–Mark Twain
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
The Devil’s Dictionary: Abstainer, Adage, Age
In our continuing quest to revisit a classic, or even a curiosity from the past and see how relevant it is, we continue with The Devil’s Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce. Originally published in newspaper installments from 1881 until 1906. You might be surprised how current many of the entries are.
For example, here are definitions for Abstainer, Adage, and Age. The Old definitions are Bierce’s. The New definitions are mine or somebody else contemporary. The new definitions can also be simply examples of The Devil’s Dictionary definitions. From time to time, just as it was originally published, we will come back to The Devil’s Dictionary, for a look at it then and how it applies today. Click on Devil’s Dictionary in the tags below to bring up the other entries.
Old Definition
Abstainer, n. A weak person who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure. A total abstainer is one who abstains from everything but abstention, and especially from inactivity in the affairs of others.
Adage, n. Boned wisdom from weak teeth.
Age, n. That period of life in which we compound for the vices that we still cherish by reviling those that we have no longer the enterprise to commit.
New Definition
There once was a man, an abstainer,
a four-square, by-the-book refrainer,
who couldn’t live up to the adage —
something wise and about cabbage.
He refused to believe it was a sustainer.
He did not believe he must dine
without a proper glass of red wine.
Upon such a stewed mess,
boiled and very plain no less:
the adage about cabbage, he declined.
He now hangs out in a ratty ol’ garden,
but eats only his own private slumgullion.
Yet, to all who pass by
and not wanting to know why,
he says cabbage has made him well again.
Filed under Ambrose Bierce, Devil's Dictionary, poetry by author
Starting with the obvious
Some things need no commentary, but I have one below anyway.
Editor’s comment: Some say this is an example of why men should not write advice columns. I say it’s an example of missing the obvious. First, the advice guy should have told the writer to check to make sure there was enough gas in the car’s tank. An empty gas tank and a car will stall easily. Geez, some people never want to start with obvious.
That age thing
As Mark Twain put it, age is about mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
So, in honor of a friend of mine who said she was a bit indignant that I was younger than she was (even with my recent birthday), we agreed that I would be 58 this birthday, that way I would be older than she was.
I said, we’ll call it the Catherian calendar. Sort of like when people went to bed on Thursday, October 4, 1582 and work up on Friday, October 15, 1582, making the jump from the Julian to the Gregorian calendar. This jump will be several multiples of 10 days, but what the hey. If I’m more successful at 58 than I am right now, I’ll take it. But six years ago, I was hoping I’d be more literarily successful now than I was then, and I’ve seen how that has turned out.
It’s almost enough to make me want to start a Gregorian chant. (Yeah, a very bad and slightly obtuse pun.)
Birthday time
Filed under age, birthday, Random Access Thoughts
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