Thursday, May 31, 2012

Splash du Jour: Thursday

The next day, when I was sober, I thought again about the three of us, and about time's many paradoxes. For instance: that when we are young and sensitive, we are also at our most hurtful; whereas when the blood begins to slow, when we feel less sharply, when we are more armoured and have learned how to bear hurt, we tread more carefully.
-- Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending --


Have a great Thursday!
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

It's a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can't eat for eight hours; he can't drink for eight hours; he can't make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work.
-- William Faulkner --

Have a great Wednesday!
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Splash du Jour: Tuesday











I am probably responsible for the odd fact that people don't seem to name their daughters Lolita any more. I have heard of young female poodles being given that name since 1956, but of no human beings.

-- Vladimir Nabokov --


Have a great Tuesday!
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Monday, May 28, 2012

Splash du Jour: Monday

Lock up your libraries if you like, but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
-- Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own --


Have a great Monday!
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Sunday, May 27, 2012

A Piece of Sunset: A Trifecta Challenge

Dear Friends -- please forgive my lack of blogging lately. However, I found this weekend's Trifecta Writing Challenge too irresistible to pass up.
Here is the prompt... the parameters, if you will:
Inspired by all of the poetry entries we’ve had recently, we challenge you to write a poem of your own in either 33 words, 3 lines or 3 stanzas.
This weekend's challenge is judged by the voting of Readers, so please -- if you do find my poem worthy of a vote -- click on the lovely dancing senorita washing dishes and scroll to the same image on that page where you will see an icon to place your vote. Cheers!


A Piece of Sunset

There you are, washing the egg-flipper.
No. Not somewhere else, but right here,
same world I inhabit. Same walls.
Same bills. Same toilets. Same children.

A few strands of your hair fall forward, as
others remain tied. Rinsed forks clatter
like castanets, defying anything domestic.
Strutting a fandango -- you aren't here.

Now I lean in closer to hear you humming,
nearly falling in the sand at your feet. I know
that song goddammit -- a piece of sunset
made you squint. And I remembered.

© Ciprianowords, Inc.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Splash du Jour: Thursday

Imagine the terrestrial timespan as an outstretched arm: a single swipe of an emory-board, across the nail of the third finger, erases human history. We haven't been around for very long. And we've turned the earth's hair white.
-- Martin Amis, London Fields --

Have a great Thursday!
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

I can indeed hardly see how anyone ought to wish Christianity to be true for if so the plain language of the text seems to show that the men who do not believe, and this would include my father, brother and almost all of my friends, will be everlastingly punished. And this is a damnable doctrine.
-- Charles Darwin --

Have a great Wednesday!
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Monday, May 21, 2012

Splash du Jour: Monday

Life is made of fear. Some people eat fear soup three times a day. Some people eat fear soup all the meals there are. I eat it sometimes. When they bring me fear soup to eat, I try not to eat it, I try to send it back. But sometimes I'm too afraid to and have to eat it anyway.
-- Martin Amis, Other People --


Have a great Monday!
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Friday, May 18, 2012

Splash du Jour: Friday

Art is amoral, whether we accept this or not; it does not take sides. The finest fictions are cold at heart.
-- John Banville --


Have a great Friday!
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Thursday, May 17, 2012

Splash du Jour: Thursday

As I passed under the first broad, high, cool canopy of leaves, it occurred to me to wonder when a tree would feel most like itself, when it would feel it had most fully achieved its true being. I mean, if it were sentient -- and who is to know if we are the only conscious ones, or that our consciousness is the only kind there is? -- at what stage of its yearly cycle would it say, now, now I am what I am, now at last I am in my total treeness.
-- John Banville, Shroud --
Have a great Thursday!
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Breakin' It Down...

Just thought I'd drop by and say "I made it here!"
To my vacation!
Having a grand time in the ol' city of Toronto.
The weather could not be better.
[Cipriano, your "Book" page is starting to sound a lot like a Facebook© page!]
I know -- but to my credit, hey, I DID sit out in the sun today at a nearby Starbucks and read Shroud, by John Banville. PLUS -- visited a couple of really neat bookstores! Plus ate some hamburgers..... and some shawarma -- There I go. FACEBOOKING, again!
Anyhoo -- just wanted to show you this shot of a guy breakdancing [or whatever it is] in front of The Eaton Center this afternoon. Completely wild.
If I did anything like this -- even remotely like this, I would have been left in some sort of unrecognizable radiated heap, strewn about like a mechanically de-boned chicken due to the centrifugal forces alone!
I'M HAVING A GREAT TIME!
Oh, and as a BONUS, earlier in the day, I saw two trucks for the company I work for! There's only one thing better than not working, and that's knowing that other people where you work are working when you aren't working.


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Monday, May 14, 2012

Splash du Jour: Monday

I am about to enter into one of my favourite modes of living.
I can describe it in one word.
It begins with "v" and ends in "...acation".
All that's left for me to do is get out on the highway [right now] in my Mazda 3, ["Zoom, zoom!"] meet up with my friend and continue on to a glorious week of frivolity in Toronto!
This shall be a much needed break from work, indeed!


Have a great Monday!
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Friday, May 11, 2012

Splash du Jour: Friday


Boy, those French!
They have a different word for everything.

-- Steve Martin --

Have a great Friday!
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Thursday, May 10, 2012

CRASH du Jour: Thursday

Those of you who are addicted to a daily dose of Bookpuddle Splash du Jours will notice that today you had to… go without, as it were!
<-- And the reason has everything to do with the photo here.
Lately I have had some severe sleeping issues, as in, I can't do it.
So I've resorted to these -- pills. [I spoke of this recently].
Anyhoo -- last night I took one of these blue beauties and then nodded off into Never-Never Land. And this morning, I was still slumbering like a tranquilized rhinoceros when [of all things] my bedroom phone rang, two feet away from my paralyzed head.
It was a worried co-worker wondering WHY I WASN'T AT WORK!
"What?"
I looked at my alarm clock and launched out of bed like Wile E. Coyote falling from a cliff -- neck all stretched out and everything, but in REVERSE mode.
Either my alarm clock is made by the ACME© company, OR -- these pills are just too powerful, man!
At any rate, I did make it in to work -- with quite the hair-do, I must say, and minus a Splash du Jour for my blog!
I spent the day reconsidering the power of Sleep-Eze.
And also, I thought of the movie The Matrix.
Remember when Morpheus [Laurence Fishburne] gives Neo [Keanu Reeves] the option of taking either the blue pill or the red pill?
Well -- Morpheus LIED to Neo, because last night I chose the BLUE pill, and I did NOT "wake up in my bed" as promised. I stayed in "wonderland!"


Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Splash du Jour: Wednesday













Drummers

To believe in a different set of principles.
We say one person is marching this way
and another, that. The while, our self
lockstep with everywhere it has been,
ever seeing all it has seen, walks.

What does the person distant hear?
Too often mere rumble, echoing
through the trees or against the walls.
As rhythmic as anything they’ve beaten,
surety travels. Conviction and loyalty --
Discord, reeking of tribe.

If civilization means a thing, it involves a
heart loving harmony. An ear hearing
that it cannot produce sound. A mind
knowing that all are equally wrong.
Drummers drumming, not in a different way,
but in an other way.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2009

Have great Wednesday!
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Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Splash du Jour: Tuesday

All his life he would hold this moment as exemplary of what love was. It was not wanting anything more, nor was it expecting people to exceed what they had just accomplished; it was simply feeling so complete.
-- John Irving, A Widow For One Year --


Have a great Tuesday!
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Monday, May 07, 2012

Splash du Jour: Monday


There is no such thing as a Christian child: only a child of Christian parents.
-- Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion --


Have a great Monday!
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Saturday, May 05, 2012

Prayer: A Trifecta Writing Challenge

I know in advance that I will not win and/or place in this particular Trifecta Writing Challenge because of the political [or religious] incorrectness of my response, but I'll give it a go, nonetheless:

This week’s Trifextra challenge is simple, but ambiguous.

Three truths and a lie.

33 to 333 words.

Bring it.

Three truths and a lie.

Fair enough.

Utilizing only the minimum requisite of 33 words, here are my thoughts:


Truth One: In difficulty, we should pray to God.

Truth Two: We need only the faith of a mustard seed.

Truth Three: God will answer that sincere prayer.

Lie: God will answer it.

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Guilty, as Charged: A Saturday Snapshot






















I am guilty, yes, of wishing I was this young again.
This was taken in the backyard of my youthful residence, on Argyle Street, on the prairies of Saskatchewan, Canada.
NOT A WORRY IN THE WORLD!
Wow -- to be this cute again, would be nice.
A recent photograph would not be nearly as universally endearing.
I long for the pristine teeth, and full head of hair. And brain full of lofty ideals.
However, as a wise
old man once said:
The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquility of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.
-- W. Somerset Maugham --


Thank you Alyce, for hosting this terrific Saturday Snapshot meme @ At Home With Books.
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Friday, May 04, 2012

A New Irving on Deck...

Let's see -- what am I up to lately?
Well -- last night I finally had a good sleep, but only because I resorted to these pills you see at the bottom of this blog.
Sleep-Eze©.
I do indeed endorse them, if you are having problems getting some zzz's.
It's like horse-tranquilizer, but for humans.
In book news, well, I am still immersed in this terrific novel by Jonathan Franzen, The Corrections -- really enjoying it. The guy can write, there is no doubt.
Just today I heard that John Irving has a new novel, to be released on May 8th.
I'm excited about this. I have a lot of faith in the work of John Irving. He's an author that has occasionally disappointed me here and there, but overall, an author I like to like -- and someone I trust.
This new one is entitled In One Person.
Here is an Amazon blurb about it:
A compelling novel of desire, secrecy, and sexual identity, In One Person is a story of unfulfilled love—tormented, funny, and affecting—and an impassioned embrace of our sexual differences. Billy, the bisexual narrator and main character of In One Person, tells the tragicomic story (lasting more than half a century) of his life as a “sexual suspect,” a phrase first used by John Irving in 1978 in his landmark novel of “terminal cases,” The World According to Garp.
His most political novel since The Cider House Rules and A Prayer for Owen Meany, John Irving’s In One Person is a poignant tribute to Billy’s friends and lovers—a theatrical cast of characters who defy category and convention. Not least, In One Person is an intimate and unforgettable portrait of the solitariness of a bisexual man who is dedicated to making himself “worthwhile.”
Sounds interesting.
John Irving is one of those rare authors I would pay hardcover price for. In the realm of Margaret Atwood, Ian McEwan….. Shakespeare.
[Hey….. no need to be sarcastic, Cipriano!]
Right!
Please disregard anything else I say tonight. I just dropped a Friday-night Sleep-Eze!

Splash du Jour: Friday

Have a great Friday!
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Thursday, May 03, 2012

Splash du Jour: Thursday

Books say: She did this because. Life says: She did this. Books are where things are explained to you; life is where things aren't. I'm not surprised some people prefer books.
-- Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot --


Have a great Thursday!
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Wednesday, May 02, 2012

Splash du Jour: Wednesday

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything... affects everything.
-- Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why --



Have a great Wednesday!

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Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Splash du Jour: Tuesday

And meanwhile the sad truth was that not everyone could be extraordinary, not everyone could be extremely cool; because whom would this leave to be ordinary? Who would perform the thankless task of being comparatively uncool?
-- Jonathan Franzen, The Corrections --


Have a great Tuesday!
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