katherine: A line of books on a shelf, in greens and browns (books)
I am getting excited about [community profile] invisible_ficathon

Among other items, I have nominated Bolt (the in-universe TV series) and the Higgley-piggley song.

The Higgely-piggely song is from Comet in Moominland by Tove Jansson.

Higgely-piggely,
Path is so wiggely,
Time is past four.
Almost dead beat
On tired little feet;
No friendly door.

(The above is from a Puffins Books edition, translation by "Ernest Benn Ltd, 1959")

Jumblies

Saturday, March 23rd, 2013 10:04 pm
katherine: A line of books on a shelf, in greens and browns (books)
Tonight was this year's birthday dinner of the friend who asks people to bring a poem. I brought the first two verses of "The Jumblies" by Edward Lear.

Birds

Thursday, May 3rd, 2012 06:26 pm
katherine: Spotted cat with tall tufted ears has her tongue sticking out as she stalks. (stalking)
Petrified Forest and Painted Desert today. Such colours!

There was a Raven hanging out by the parked cars, its feathers ruffled by the wind.

On the topic of birds, a poem I was introduced to with love a few days ago: A Cat on a Wire by Raymond Foss.

I especially like the line "a tabby cat, too young for sense".

Catfish still

Sunday, April 1st, 2012 09:59 pm
katherine: Blue pen drawing of a whiskered fish with a small heart beside. Words: and be your catfish friend (catfish)
Sadly no one was inspired to do a catfish shirt design on Woot.

But poems! I found Catfish (Poem, Two Fragments)

More Catfish Poems

Friday, March 30th, 2012 10:25 pm
katherine: Blue pen drawing of a whiskered fish with a small heart beside. Words: and be your catfish friend (catfish friend)
I found a blog post with "Your Catfish Friend", showing the spacing at the start of some of the lines.

Not sure how recent is "Sermon of an Elder Catfish" by Miles Garett Watson.

In October of last year one Claudia Emerson published a poem titled Catfish. Her poem begins:

It nuzzles oblivion, confuses
itself with mud.

"The Cares of a Caretaker" by Wallace Irwin, (apparently published April 1st 1905 in The Saturday Evening Post) includes a verse:

She fed the catfish clotted cream
And taught it how to purr—
And were a catfish so endowed
She would have stroked its fur.

Your Catfish Friend

Thursday, March 29th, 2012 09:27 pm
katherine: Blue pen drawing of a whiskered fish with a small heart beside. Words: and be your catfish friend (catfish friend)
With luck there may be another fish shirt in my future.

Shirt.Woot's upcoming theme is illustrating poetry, and someone on the forums posted a poem: Your Catfish Friend by Richard Brautigan.

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them."
katherine: Girl with glasses: Fuzzy cat with a folded pair of glasses by her paw. (Default)
A much-loved poem for many many years.

RALPH HODGSON

THE BELLS OF HEAVEN

'Twould ring the bells of Heaven
The wildest peal for years,
If Parson lost his senses
And people came to theirs,
And he and they together
Knelt down with angry prayers
For tamed and shabby tigers
And dancing dogs and bears,
And wretched, blind pit ponies,
And little hunted hares.

The Eagle

Sunday, March 27th, 2011 08:47 pm
katherine: Girl with glasses: Fuzzy cat with a folded pair of glasses by her paw. (Default)
I wasn't able to attend the friend's birthday this year, but as like last year she asked people to bring a poem to read aloud, I did send her my selection:

Alfred Lord Tennyson's The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
katherine: Girl with glasses: Fuzzy cat with a folded pair of glasses by her paw. (Default)
A friend had a birthday gathering tonight, and had requested guests bring their favourite poems, to read aloud.

The birthday girl read verses from Morning Song of Senlin.

I brought some lines by William Cowper.

Graham wasn't sure about the grimness of Yeats' "The Second Coming", but lovely to hear.

I could listen to all of Eliot's "Portrait of a Lady" again.

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