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Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts

Friday, August 10, 2012

Words


Words

How to find the words I need to say
what I need to make

everything
good

Instead,
a photo,
a thousand words.



We went over to New York to shop for bargain & best food,
nomads for good sweet corn.
We stopped @ Drinkwine Produce stand on Rt 9N
 Fred got a dozen ears
and some beautiful big black plums.
I think Mom would have said that they should be
Italian Prune Plums
for perfect
Plum Dumplings

After we stopped, we got a call about Mom &
her deepening decline in status,
her inability to connect w/me,
The ton of bricks I can still feel
makes it hard to breathe,
 I knew now,
that each of us
felt it.

So I was happy when Fred bought the plums.
I made a half way attempt at making dumplings
It did not matter, it was the thought that mattered
and there were 7 plums.


Saturday, February 12, 2011

Ageism

Ageism.

At first glance, It really is a strange looking word.
3 vowels, breaks the normal rules of pronunciation.
To say out loud, say it like 2 words: Age and ism.
What got me going again is how subtle this word's meaning can be.
Hard to explain.
The following are generalities.
I realize not everyone thinks this way and not everyone
in the US has the same feelings or attitudes or prejudices.
But the media feeds us info and we select what we read, what we pay attention to, and what we rant about.
In the US in general, we value youth to a distraction. We are raised to expect to enjoy youth, being young, doing young things. We likewise are bombarded with youthful images that the media feeds us: photos of celebrities, notables, politicians. TV, magazines, advertising, just look around.
I started looking at the recent rash of skiers going off trail.
One after another, a skier would have that fantasy run all alone ending up on the wrong side of the mountain.
Reported like this:
Lost skier found after spending cold night on the mountain in 10 degree weather. Joe Blow from [insert state they are from here-never Vermonters] skied off trail at about 3 pm yesterday. he called 911. rescuers worked to find him. blah blah. cold and tired, blah blah.
how cute.
Not one thing about how he endangered the lives of the rescue patrols, nor that he was negligent nor how he took rescue people away from Vermonters' emergencies, nor how this kid was just being plain stupid. A foolish young man, a
rapscallion, a man who should just go sit in a rocking chair.
They do not even charge these people. Freebie.
What if they had left their junk on the mountain? Does the town fine them with littering?
Now look up the press about Poppa Neutrino. The old man who sailed Lake Champlain on a homemade raft that he had checked out by the coast guard. He crashed on some rocks in a storm. And that is where the ageism began.
The press loved humiliating him, calling him everything short of foolish old man......
I can read.
Now, one skier after another, with likely very little real experience goes lost and must be rescued (unlike Poppa who was an experienced ocean sailor).
And the reporting has not changed.
This morning to WDEV's credit, they reported ski areas are beginning to think about charging for rescues.
But come on,
Poppa was accused right off as simply being too old.
So we baby boomers better get used to ageism. Before you know it, we won't be hip anymore.
As I explain options to consumers, I am reminded we still have to deal with the society we live in.
When I feel ageism is wrong and needs to change,
I also accept that I am a dreamer.
It takes more than me to change all this cultural bias against aging.
When I was younger, I might not have seen this phenomenon.
Guess I am feeling my age today.




Sunday, January 30, 2011

Words better to say it with

Another word has been on my mind since I read it on Wobbly-Teetering blog (link far down on right).
I hesitated asking what it meant, for fear it would be a misspelling, or an obvious word I should know.
When I asked Che what it meant, and she explained, she opened up another new way for me to say,
extreme whining...the most annoying kind. It is a British-Australian word.
The word, and I think you will agree, that is better to say "it" with ("it" being extreme whining),
is
Whingeing
(pronounced like it rhymes with cringing).

And when I catch myself whingeing so bad my ears ring,
I promise to stop myself and
laugh at my new
found
word.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Words

Words,
All they were is words.
No knife edge, no rope burn,
No stitches, no itches,
No pain,

Think again,
The words they cut,
They leave a scar,
You can't see,
but not far.

Don't be fooled,
The sharp tongue speaks.
Don't take
The havoc that it wreaks.

A sharp tongue lashes out,
Lies and carries on.
Hurting all around it,
like an acid thrown upon.

Call the dragon what it is,
A fire breathing monster,
When you feel the pain
of others bad words,

You must fight, and
Slay the dragon
again,
and
again.