Monthly Archives: July 2019

“I’m a Saturday Saxon!” – a song

“I’m a Saturday Saxon!” – a song

I’m a Saturday Saxon,

I’ve got my Sunday shoes on;

I can hear a claxon,

and I can wear a blouson

(whatever that is, whatever that is!)

I’ve got my Tuesday socks on

play guitar like Graham Coxon

(No you don’t, no you don’t – you know you don’t)

GRAMS Song 2 Riff

(Lo-oe!, Lo-oe!)

(well, maybe just a little bit)

I’m a wackaday Saxon

(wax off, wax on, you’re a wacky Saxon).

I’m a Guacamole Saxon.

(wack-a-moley, wack-a-moley Saxon.

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The Silly Season is upon us.

The Silly Season is upon us.

a Liskeard Writers Group 10-Minute Exercise – Prompt 2: Fallacy.

We renamed the seasons – they had been called the same names for so long; Spring became ‘Bounty’, Summer became ‘Heat’, Winter was renamed ‘Cold’, and Autumn became ‘Time of the dropping leaves from the trees when the Earth sighs with relief at the time of Harvest. The Americans decided that this was Fallacy.

We decided to rename America as The Land of the Giants, they renamed Britain as Limeland.

Everybody else looked on from the sidelines as the silly-season began.

We thought about that and made up a fifth season – Silly.

Well, you would – wouldn’t you?

—//—

Vivaldi the XVIIth re-imagined his great, great, great, great x 4’s grandfather’s classical interpretation of the four seasons, adding in the fifth fo comical effect.

SFX: Daaaaaa-diddlie-op-de-de

fiddle-op-de-do-de-da-

and on it went.

—//—

Further to this…

the classic Italian pizza, the Quattro Formaggio, now included Cheesecake as the fifth section – there was a reaction of disbelief at first, but it was surprisingly popular, astonishing the world with it’s combination of flavours.

So, at least some good had come out of the Silly Season.

“Man-Eating Seagull’s Ahead!!”

“Man-Eating Seagull’s Ahead!!”

10 Minute Assignment – Misspelt Signs

It said,

‘Caution Man-Eating Seagull’s Ahead!’

That couldn’t be right. I re-read the sign, its eight-inch high letters clearly stated,

‘Caution Man-Eating Seagull’s Ahead!!’

An incorrect apostrophe, and there were now ‘two’ exclamation marks after the word ‘Ahead’.

I looked beyond the sign. Nothing as far as I could see. I looked back over my shoulders, then above.

I made my decision based upon the literal idiocy of there being any such creature as a Man-Eating Seagull likely to be awaiting my entrance into a modern remake of Alfred Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’, and, anyway, everybody knows (or should know) that there are no such things as Seagulls – they are just one of the many types of gulls – herring, black back, horn-rimmed, and so on.

Fully confident in my decision to continue, I stride forward purposefully, and was slightly (okay, totally) oblivious to the large shadow being cast upon the ground by a winged creature that was nearing my exact latitude and longitude.

It was slightly after I clocked the shadow that I felt the purchase of taloned feet upon my shoulders, and the peck of a beak into my neck… and nothing much more after that.

After a while calm returned

The sign had resumed just the one exclamation mark, along with the continued aberrant apostrophe.

Prompt: William Blake Quotation

LWG prompt for 16-07-2019

Quote: “To see a world in a grain of sand

and a heaven in a wild flower,

hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.”

by William Blake

I read the words, the understanding of which was not immediately apparent to me. Nor did their meaning become any clearer within days, weeks, months, long years – decades even.

I hadn’t spent every second of that time thinking upon the quote from William Blake, that would have been a strange career; but, I did return to perusing their meaning every once in a long and wearisome while.

None of the actual words were a problem to me, it was just their combination together that caused the headaches,

‘that flesh is heir to- ‘tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d’,

as Hamlet once soliloquised.

Saying that, I really don’t know what it has to do with anything, never mind the aforementioned quotation.

And, saying that, a quotation is just that: something spoken once (or written down) and then discussed or argued over for years (Centuries even) to come.

I may have digressed – I do that. Sometimes, I just waffle on about something when I really should be focussed and keeping to the point of the whole contentious issue – such as that time when I was talking about the possible existence of life on Mars and then I rambled on about how the Marathon bar became the Snickers bar and how the Mars bar stayed the same – did you know that Wagon Wheels are exactly the same size as they used to be, even though popular opinion is that they were once larger, and are now smaller, than they were.

Returning to the William Blake quotation that I quoted earlier, if you remember – wasn’t it a corker? – I have to say that, if I had chosen a quote, I wouldn’t have chosen that one; but, as it ‘was’ chosen for me, I shall limit myself to commenting upon its merits, rather than discussing the dubious benefits of a different, and more popular quotation, that seems to be the wise thing to do at this moment in time, or ‘now’ as ‘this moment in time’ actually means.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes. William Blake. 1757 to 1827 – approximately half an hour, to be imprecise, or seventy years in old money.

He wrote the quote. And was a bit of a pote, to boot.

He couldn’t give a hoot about owls; although he did consider the use of tea-towels to be a waste of new material – and so never ever mentioned them in his stand-up routines.

What he was saying in his quote – if you can still remember it – was that if you can, ‘see a world in a grain of sand’

and ‘a heaven in a wild flower,’

and, also ‘hold infinity in the palm of your hand’

along with ‘eternity in an hour.’

then that pretty much sums up the idea of something or other.

Which my saying of that should have helped you to understand the “interesting” quotation… as much as I do.

Yes?

No.

Well, to put it another way.

“To see a world in a grain of sand…”

Is to see great detail in a teensy-tiny, minute item – grain of sand, rice, split lentil or atom –

“… and a heaven in a wild flower,”

is to realise the wondrous beauty that there is in Nature.

“…hold infinity in the palm of your hand…”

is to see possibilities to the nth degree as available to you, for your perusal, at your leisure, so to speak.

“…and eternity in an hour.”

is saying that you can make a moment last a lifetime, and even beyond – in some cases, longer.

It is really no surprise that Stan from ‘On The Buses’ really hated Blakey.

And that vague 1970’s TV reference finishes my clear and well defined essay upon the words that which were given to us for us to do that which what where we would.

To be honest, I just can’t wait for the rest of the poem to be suggested as a prompt – and, BTW (by the way) can I just say here and now that I loved Blake’s 7 – his finest hour so far.

“What do you mean by ‘just’ a Haiku?”

“What do you mean by ‘just’ a Haiku?”

When poetry fails

to ignite up my senses

will a haiku do?

“Isn’t It Veronic?”

“Isn’t It Veronic?”

“Hey, Veronica, meet Veronica!”

“Oh, Veronica and I go way back, Veronica – don’t we Veronica?”

“Oh, yes, Veronica, as Veronica and I were saying, it must be twenty years or more.”

“Really, Veronica? That’s weird, because Veronica and I also go back to our teens (giggles).”

“Teens, Veronica? We are all the same age, as well you should know. All born on the twenty-month of February, 1948.”

“Which makes us…?”

“Seventeen!”

“Indeed.”

They laughed.

Bob

Bob

Bob was hobnobbing;

offering Hob-Nobs

to other bobs;

he also liked bob-a-job week.