Friday, April 23, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 15

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Thursday, April 22, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 14

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Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 13

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Tuesday, April 20, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 12

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Monday, April 19, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 11

Chicken Scratching Kitsch Art House-Hatched Correct Chick in Kinesthetic Kitchen

Sunday, April 18, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 10

Chicken Scratching Kitsch Art House-Hatched in Correct Chick Kitchen

Saturday, April 17, 2021

An Ozark Anecdote: Mostly Cherokee Side

A longtime Arkansas Ozark friend who is also part American Indian has requested that I supply her with anecdotes about the Indian side of my family, but she has also recently asked about my Grandpa, which gave me two different things to report on:

You asked where my Grandpa was from. I seem to recall that his people came from Kentucky, but he was born in Bexar, in a log cabin, way back in 1895. His people were educated, many of them ministers of the Calvinist persuasion, and Grandpa was prone to sprinkle his remarks with words like providence, predestination, and reprobation. He once called the Gazette deliveryman a reprobate for tossing our paper into a huge mud puddle!

Grandma was more forgiving. Her people were also educated, but autodidacts. Her father - on the Cherokee side - taught himself law and served (if I correctly recall) as county judge in Izard County. Grandma said that the Blacks who lived in and around Melbourne came to him for legal advice because they trusted him. He was born in 1876, or thereabouts, on the same day as a Black baby whose family was close to his, and the two babies were placed in the same crib. The two grew up together as best friends, but many of the Blacks moved away from Melbourne over time and into the Batesville area, so the two lost contact as they grew older. But my Grandma recalled riding in a horse-drawn wagon in the woods with her father, and they encountered a Black family in a similar wagon going the opposite direction. As they passed each other by, her father looked over and back at the Black man, and the Black man looked over and back at him, and they kept looking at each other as their wagons began to put distance between them, and her father said "I think that's my old friend!" The Black man recognized him, too, and they both halted their horses and got down, met halfway between the two wagons, and started pounding each other's back, happy to meet again. And my Grandma said that the two men laughed and laughed. 

I asked my grandmother if her father ever encountered any prejudice because he was Indian, and she said "Not around here, but he might have encountered prejudice [from White folks] when he took a trip to Oklahoma as a young man to visit the full-blood Cherokee side of our family." This part of the family had gone on to what had earlier been Oklahoma Indian territory. I realized from what Grandma had said - her careful use of the word "might" - that he must in fact have encountered some prejudice in Oklahoma.

"Well, there you have it, another Indian tale," I told my old friend, adding, "I might not have any more, but I'll send any that occur to me."

Friday, April 16, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 9

Chicken Scratching Kitsch Art Hatched in Correct Chick Kitchen

Thursday, April 15, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 8

Chicken Scratching Kitsch Art Hatched in Chick Kitchen

Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 7

Chicken Scratching Kitsch Art Hatched in Kitchen

Tuesday, April 13, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 6

Chicken Scratching Kitsch Art in Kitchen

Monday, April 12, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 5

Chicken Kitsch Art in Kitchen

Sunday, April 11, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 4

Kitchen Art: Kitsch in Art

Saturday, April 10, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 3

Kitschen: a room filled with kitsch.

Friday, April 09, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay 2

Everything but the kitschen sink . . .

Thursday, April 08, 2021

Are Felt Wordplay

Kitschen 

Wednesday, April 07, 2021

Infamous Words

As Herbert Hoover saidn't: ". . . and a kitchen in every pot!"

Tuesday, April 06, 2021

Adage 2

As the old adage says about hand-washing: "Too many kooks spill the soap."

Monday, April 05, 2021

Adage 1

As the old adage has it, "Too many crooks spoil the plot."

Sunday, April 04, 2021

A Novel Joke

Also written on that same stall wall:

Q: What plays God when it's frightened?

A: A Nietzsche possum!

Highly learned, clever wit.

Saturday, April 03, 2021

Bowling Novel?

On the bathroom wall of a bathroom stall of Baylor University's Philosophy Department appeared these words in Autumn 1975:

"By God, don't say I'm afraid to come to your town . . . and bowl!"

From: The Great American Bowling Novel.

Friday, April 02, 2021

A Book Arrives

I had been waiting, sort of since Christmas, for a book from one of my mentors, and when it arrived, I sent him an email:

Your book finally arrived today (March 30th, 2021). I know now why it took so long to reach me.

I was expecting it at any moment and thus kept myself in a state of alertness so as to meet the delivery man at the door. My alert expectation, ironically, was sending out waves of such force that your book was being knocked away from its appointed round. Today, however, my wife noticed that I was struggling to stay awake at my desk, and she sent me to my room to take a nap. During that half hour, your book, no longer subject to my mind's forceful encounters, arrived safely, and my wife retrieved it.

 As she placed it into my hands, I perceived that it was heavier than it looked, a promising sign in a scholarly work. Like an alchemist, you must have transmuted much matter into gold. Hence the weightiness of your work! I look forward to reading it and reviewing it for Amazon. This will take some time, however, since I am just now approaching midterm and will be busy with students for the rest of the semester.

(Next Day: March 31, 2021)

I am attaching a 50-poem document for your amusement. Composing the poems took about 50 days, but I then went over them several times. You might not like them, which is okay. They are a bit odd.

Mentor responds:

Many thanks for the poems and the notice of the arrival of the book. Your telekinesis was protecting you from the base matter that, alas, I have not transmuted into gold figuratively or literally.

His weighty book speaks otherwise.

Thursday, April 01, 2021

No Kidding

April Fool's Day has been cancelled, and today is another March 31st, despite your lying eyes.

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Another Great Wise Saying

Money can't buy you love, but it can buy a lot of other stuff.

Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Great Wise Saying

Money can't buy you happiness, but it can afford you a lot of fun.

Monday, March 29, 2021

Insulting Compliment of the Week

You looked so much younger when you were young.

Sunday, March 28, 2021

Elvis in the Multiverse

Slight differences in lyrics from universe to universe:

"Don't be true to a heart that's cruel."

Saturday, March 27, 2021

The Muse

I sometimes catch myself staring at this computer keyboard, wondering, "What is this alien device?" I then realize it's a keyboard, and I say, "I must be a musician!" And I compose a poem to prove it, which proves nothing since a poem is not a song, is it?

Friday, March 26, 2021

Caterwaul

Obviously, from cat and wail. Cater apparently meant the male cat. Here's some doggerel to remember caterwaul by:

Caterwaul comes from the male:
it joins together cat and wail.

You can  look it up and see for yourself.

Thursday, March 25, 2021

Brief Blog Boasts

As is obvious, I'm posting light entries these days. This pattern will continue till the end of the semester. I'll try to post brief, humorous quips and the like, but experience informs me that most people don't share my sense of humor. I understand. I often don't share it either.

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

Not Doggerel!

I could hardly imagine a scarcely more proper synonym than the title I finally settled on:

Bearable

To call a polar bear's fur white
is not to be in the light right.

Not a great poem, but at least clever, I say.