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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed! And couching them in Poetry is definitely NOT required.
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
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What is love? It is an illusion.
A mist. A mirage. But natheless real.
We enter thru the gates of this delusion
To a funhouse, madhouse, disney land of weal.
Two lovers vow forever to abide.
Yet day to day we each change, we grow.
The match, so perfect on each side,
Will loosen, fray, and weakness show.
We bicker, and harmony sees decrease.
But ardor turns to duty, acquiescence.
Two different people, each with a mythy piece.
What remains is love's essential presence.
Ah, nicely wrought, Owen!
Your brief but rich philosophic trip puts my light quatrain to shame.
I just stopped in to post my ditty--and was moved by your "mythy piece." I have read it several times, recognizing something fresh each time. Thank you!
Here, let me be done with this:
"Shhh...Quiesce"
Outside the abode where he longed to abide,
he stood in the dark--for bickering with his bride.
He loosened the entry latch & swallowed his pride,
as quietly, sneakily, he crept back inside.
~ OMK
"Petty Criminal"
Eddy started an illegal entry
to a building that was rent-free,
and was halted by a sentry.
At first Eddy tried to bicker
and claimed he had a sticker
to pick up some free liquor.
But a tenant this claim denied
and argued that he lied
when Eddy tried to abide.
He later showed the police a fake lease
hoping they would not seize,
or at least any charge decrease.
In the end they did loosen the charge
to a misdemeanor, not large.
For this Eddy was greatly relieved
that he'd been more or less reprieved.
Is Eddy homeless, Misty? (Or whatever the proper designation is these days for a property-challenged urban resident...)
I am pleased he is not to suffer a serious punishment for his transgression. I find myself on his side automatically--somehow. Isn't that interesting in itself? That I take up your guy's cause without knowing anything about him? Just his name.
Are you teasing us? I enjoy your experiment with form, giving us four triplets and two couplets. You cover all the clue words & the solution, but....
What is his motive? WHY is he entering this place? He tries two fake claims for his presence, but we don't know the real reason.
Interesting...
~ OMK
I have absolutely no idea, OMK--you'll have to ask Eddy. I just scramble to work Jumble words into the puzzle and don't get into the lives of the guys very much. EDDY got his name from "entry," by the way--I always give characters names that echo the first or second Jumble word.
I have guests coming for dinner tonight so probably won't have time to check back in. If I do I'll begin by giving huge praise to Owen for his terrific poem, and to you, OMK for your always amazingly terse and entertaining verse.
And then, if I have more time, I'll have a chat with Eddy and see if I can learn a little more about him.
Enjoy your dinner, Misty, and your friends.!
I understand & appreciate your method--and how it may not permit you access to Eddy's inmost thoughts.
It is probably the old actor in me again, craving to know his "motive."
Whenever a character is introduced we see him or her as being defined by their "objectives." Their overall guiding purpose is their "super-objective." Their immediate action (Eddy's breaking into a building) is only justified if they have a conscious (or unconscious, but known to the artist) purpose, objective, motive, volition, task, or in Stanislavsky's Russian, the zadacha.
Each sequential objective is a different action or "beat."
(This is, ahem, today's lesson in the infamous "Method.")
~ OMK
Taking a break in my dinner preps. You're right, OMK: the verse would be more engaging if we knew Eddy's motive. He may have heard that the apartment had a place in the basement where liquor was stored (but how many apartments have that?). Or that he had a friend, of sorts, who stocked a lot of liquor and was out of town, and Eddy planned to break into his place and help himself. The problem is that these explanations would undoubtedly expand the verse beyond our Jumble log practice. But I should have tried it.
I know, I know!
The liquor stock interferes with my automatic sympathy for him.
Try this instead:
Eddy is a nomadic Native American,
and this rent-free building was recently erected on his people's burial ground!
He is one of the many--like Eliz. Warren--who aren't correctly registered with an officious tribal council--hence no papers--so he's reduced to making up claims for his entry.
He's not really interested in the rumors of firewater. If they frisk him, they will find only a pocketful of loose sage.
He brought it to burn over the site of his great grandma's remains.
~ OMK
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