XXXIV Quote, Images ‘n’ Clip of the Day

I

A shaded lamp and a waving blind,
And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:
On this scene enter- winged, horned, and spined –
A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore;
While ‘mid my page there idly stands
A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands …

II

Thus meet we five, in this still place,
At this point of time, at this point in space.
– My guests parade my new-penned ink,
Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink.
“God’s humblest, they!” I muse. Yet why?
They know Earth-secrets that know not I.

-An August Midnight by Thomas Hardy

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I feel I may soon dream of James and that giant peach …

Meant to read just one- one page, one poem- before a little sleep.
Half a book of Hardy later, thoughts of night, of quiet lone walks now repeat.
Above, lies the last read.

A nice note to end on:
Give honor and respect to even the small and common.
The “humblest”, says he.
For each and all know of something we as yet do not.

Homer and Marge Simpson

And after that peach? Dreamin’ somethin’ along these lines, maybe.
Those sideburns … George Burns … Gracie … say “goodnight” … goodnight … goodnight, Gracie …

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XXXIII Quote, Images ‘n’ Clip of the Day

“Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.” -Noel Coward

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Oh, but I do enjoy marmalade!
Though admittedly, too much and one’s bound to encounter that taste of bitterness brought on from too much peel at some point or another.

Something that strawberry jam can fix.

Tambourine

Peacock Feathers

Bright Star tells the story of the poet John Keats and Fanny Brawne, their romance until his death at the young age of 25.

The formality and decorum found in times past and often missing in times present, though, now mostly thought archaic and overly rigid, can in fact make a thing all the more special, imparting it the elevation and reverence so deserved, for what more befitting and deserving a thing, if not that of the cultivation of love? Duly making the unbridling of such ritual at the appointed time all the more fullfilling one might gather. Insert “le sigh.”

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