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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 December 2017

I must say that as interesting as this week’s reVerse is, I am most smitten with the last two lines. I wish I had written them in a single poem. Well I did,sort of, in this poem. Which is precisely why I love this weekly ritual. Choosing favorite lines from each post of the previous week always results in new inspiration or sets me on a course of heady reflection.

Back to my two favorite lines…

they will whisper
light is not quiet

Whoa…that is a mindful! Light is not quiet. Set a single lit candle in a dark room and you will see how loud she is! Light has also been likened to truth and neither is truth quiet. Though the purveyors of untruths believe they can silence truth, relegating it to whispers at water coolers, confessionals, and behind closed doors, it is only a matter of time. Once a whisper is allowed to escape it trickles from a stream to a gush to a deluge until the dam breaks.

We have witnessed the rage of this inevitable force of natural law these past few weeks. Like Pandora, truth seeks reparations for the assault of having been imprisoned inside the confines of its chamber.

She is fierce. She is brilliant. She is legion. And the terrible secret she has held for decades, for centuries, has found its voice. A whisper at first…and then a roar, “me too”.

We can only hope that we don’t try to contain her. To lock her away once the dust settles, like we do with so many other flickers of truth that come to light. She has a lesson to teach us. One hopes we are listening.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 December 2017

softly she comes
mom called…her angel
silken shrouded death
life’s for the living
it’s all relative
so much for their brilliant plan
We miss you! Come back!
when people wake up
it was such a sad story, you see,
once touted as all the rage
…I love the futility of it all
tell me who you are
go for brilliance
when we look up we see the same sky
they will whisper
light is not quiet

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Dundrearies – Friday’s Word of the Day

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Today’s dictionary.com word of the day is dundrearies. It originated around 1860-65, thanks to “Lord Dundreary, a character in the play, “Our American Cousin”. Officially, it is defined as “long, full sideburns or muttonchop whiskers”.

We create all sorts of words based on the quirks or memorable attributes of the certain people. There is a word for it.  They are called Eponyms, ‘words based on a person’s name’. The cool thing about Eponyms is the history behind the word. Some eponyms you might recognize are: boycott, guillotine, sandwich, hooligan, gerrymander, adonis, braille, dunce, jacuzzi, judas, casanova, paparazzi, ritz, and trumpster. Scientists, doctors and inventors are known to use eponyms regularly in ascribing ownership of their handiwork.

But back to our word today, dundrearies, and it’s most interesting history. As already established, the word is attributed to one ‘Lord Dundreary’ from the three-act play, “Our American Cousin”.  The play was written by English playwright, Tom Taylor in 1858 and premiered at the Laura Keene’s Theatre in New York City on October 15, 1858. It was fairly popular for several years, but it was its fateful run at the Ford’s Theatre in Washington, DC, and specifically its showing on April 14, 1865 that etched it into American history. “Our American Cousin”, you see, was the play that President Abraham Lincoln was watching when he was assassinated by actor and Confederate sympathizer John Wilkes Booth.

According to Wikipedia, the cast modified a line of the play in honor of Abraham Lincoln: when the heroine asked for a seat protected from the draft, the reply – scripted as, “Well, you’re not the only one that wants to escape the draft” – was delivered instead as, “The draft has already been stopped by order of the President!”

Halfway through Act III, Scene 2, when the character of Asa Trenchard, played that night by Harry Hawk, uttered this line, considered one of the play’s funniest, to Mrs. Mountchessington: “Don’t know the manners of good society, eh? Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal — you sockdologizing old man-trap.”

It was during the ensuing laughter that President Lincoln laughed his last and the play ended abruptly. While Wilkes Booth was not a cast member of the play, he used the chose this moment when the laughter was at its height to muffle the sound of his gun.

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Edward Sothern as Lord Dundreary, sporting “Dundrearies”

I don’t believe that the word, dundrearies has anything to do with this interesting sidebar. It has more to do with the popularity of the play and the first actor Edward Sothern who brilliantly played the part of ‘Lord Dundreary’.  I do find it fascinating though, how history and words and our experiences are all seem to be an intricate and interconnected web. We are all interconnected for that matter, I believe, by 6 degrees or less.

Have a great weekend. Here’s a haiku.

sporting dundrearies
once touted as all the rage
are now thought unkempt

~kat

 

 

 


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 December 2017

Well. Weird week. Electronics locked in trunks (a coworker), iPhones dipping into the loo (mine), some missed favorite challenges (I’ll get back on track in the coming week) and Mercury in retrograde, enhanced by the undertow of a super full moon tonight. Is it any wonder I am feeling a bit kerfluffled (my spell check doesn’t like that word, but I do. I made it up…so I’m going with it!)

It helps to have a sense of humor on weeks like this. It also helps to be a glass half full, look on the bright side, eternally optimistic attitude. All is not lost.

I actually had a bit of unencumbered peace while I was phoneless. It helped me recall a simpler time, before mobile phones, before texts, voicemail, and answering machines when we relied on landline phones and if you weren’t home to take a call…folks just had to try you later.

It made me reminiscent for a fresh college-ruled notebook and my peacock-blue, cartridge-loaded fountain pen; the thrill I always feel when that first bulging droplet bleeds onto a page…for words scribbled on used envelopes and paper napkins, so I wouldn’t forget a moment’s brilliance.

Writing is not tied to a means or method but it is a way of living and looking at the world, with a keen discerning eye primed to capture the next revelation or reflection. It is breath and life to those of us who are weavers of words. How fortunate we are to have a forum to share our thoughts and imaginings.

Have a wonderful week. Don’t stop writing!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 3 December 2017

may we rise from heavy slumber
bundled in bunting
what I long for these days
and tell you (I) would, except,
when the world ends
women have found their voice to tell,
determined, but not heartless.
what peaceful thoughts I might have had are doomed.
there is no sleeping
on some wild paths
in happy ever always
in the dark,
what we have lost
tossed by a cool breeze…
extravagate in that thought

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 November 2017


I am so relieved and inspired by the way this week’s ReVerse came out. The holidays are emotionally charged for so many people. Here in the U.S. we celebrated Thanksgiving. Divisions were magnified by empty places at tables and broken relationships even more than recent year’s past in this polarized time.

But it is the Sunday after Thanksgiving. I am still here…we are still here. I survived…we are survivors all.

How can I be anything but grateful for the blessings in my life. It may not be perfect, but I am blessed nonetheless, by love, by a roof over my head, food to eat, a job to sustain me.

I will keep hoping for more. I will always hope…for mended relationships, for happy reunions. It’s human to do as much. But in the meantime I have enough…and that is enough.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 November 2017

those of us who have lost hope in praying,
we are not promised
nothing to lose
we rage against eternity
I need you to play your part
you can do anything / with those tiny hands
and watch the darkness slip away
a spark of recognition
I have danced on tiptoes through bristled sedge groves
deeply grateful
it is worth the wait
Luna’s empty crescent cup dangling
their memories are like ashes
rise before dawn to mingle
the in between
my favorite moments
things I can’t remember
let the dawn burn into day
but you should know,
measure life’s seasons
When Swinging was Jive
apparently, collecting fine things runs in the family
the most important thing is that you are here
over the broken mess we made

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Pennyworth – Friday’s Word of the Day

So, today is Black Friday in the U.S. I try to avoid going out at the crack of dawn with thousands of crazed shoppers who have been known to fight over the ‘last one left’ of the latest, greatest widget of the day. I don’t need anything that dearly.

But that’s where Dictionary.com’s Word of the Day comes in. It is Pennyworth. And it means pretty much what it sounds like it does: ‘as much as can be bought for a penny’. It also a means: ‘a bargain, a small amount’, and my personal favorite, ‘a person’s contribution to a conversation, especially one that is unwelcome’. It originated ‘before the year 1000; Middle English penyworth, Old English penigweorth’.

It’s a pretty basic word. I couldn’t find much about it to write home about, but there was one thing that caught my eye. Did you know that Batman’s Butler, Alfred’s full name is, Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth? I did not. So now we can add this new information to our “Things Every Self-Respecting Nerd Needs to Know” Bucket.

Hope you have a great weekend! Here’s a Haiku.

pennyworth seekers
rise before dawn to mingle
with the early birds

~kat