| || poise, empty, double, unmask, old times' sake.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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This is the kind of solution that seems difficult on first looking at all the letters, but then suddenly leads to a D'OH!!! OF COURSE!!!
Happy New Year's Eve. 😉😊😊😉😉
Happy New Year, Everybody!
Today's clue words and solution took me back many decades to an important craft lesson in theater directing, one I absorbed from my grad school mentor who had no use for what he called...
"Token Gestures"
No matter how much poise a dancer* may muster,
gestures that lack meaning ring hollow,
sans sense. Though offered with cursory luster,
such token movements lack weight. If Apollo
himself were to double as a premier danseur,
he must communicate more than mere grace,
else he'll be unmasked as a lightweight boor.
No, he must send in addition to the beauty of his face
a thought sincerely meant, an emotion, or a sign
to be deciphered--something well placed
in the shape of his arm or the rhythm of his spine.
Form without content is not the rule today.
Every dancer must have something to say.
~ OMK
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* This applied equally to actors, indeed to any performers.
"The Joys of Boys"
For a couple of little boys
the kids made not much noise,
and they played with their toys
with surprising poise.
Their pleasures were always double,
they never got into trouble.
They were up to the task
even wearing a mask
when the trash they would empty
in the bin with the rubble.
For all these chores they would take
I'd often bake them a cake,
and celebrate the good times
with gifts and with rhymes.
Now we're thankful, for old times' sake.
Gorgeous, sophisticated poem once again, Ol' Man Keith--many thanks for this end of the year gift!
And, thank you, everybody, for making otherwise somewhat dreary 2020 a delightful gift on this blog.
A poem of cheerful, childhood days from our Misty.
You bring back memories of long-ago playtime with my younger brother. I cannot say we were quite so quiet, nor were we always up to the task.
But we had, as they say, our moments...
Thank you, Misty, for the memory--and for your never-failing good will and chipper spirit.
Happy New Year to you--and to all a healthy & (relatively) sober New Year's EVE!
~ OMK
As we stand poised for the new year to dawn
With goblets raised to sing Auld Lang Syne
Let's empty the cups and earnestly vow
To double our efforts for the time is now
To undertake challenges and tasks
Difficulty overcome, failure unmasked
Loved ones remembered, new friends to make
And one more drink for old times sake
Beautiful, lovely New Year poem, Wilbur. You should save it and offer it as an annual gift. It is really a delight.
2021 is not off to a good start, online-Jumble-wise. The game at Shockwave is all messed up. Type letters won't register, the first word shows as 7 letters, with two blank tiles, the 3rd word shows as only 5 letters, it's missing an A. The very long solution is surprisingly all correct. (Working backwards from that is how I deduced the missing A.) It will be hours before I can check other website to see how widely spread the damage is. I presume this is all a side effect of trying to to switch away from Adobe Flash to HTML5 or whatever they're going to replace it with.
An excellent verse from a good pal, Wilbur!
Sad '20 is antique in so many ways,
Let’s welcome a new year of gold (not old silver).
It's a blessing it's come to the end of its days.
In this year of bad things to be remembered by—
from Trumpian patsies to anti-maskers--
we have learned how many fools surround us [sigh],
all these idiots who revel in public disasters.
Ignoring the rodents of the so-called “rat race,”
my wife went to market for champagne and shrimp.
We’ll leave the world behind as we shelter in place.
Ah, she even remembered the cocktail dip!
So we're well-equipped for midnight somewhere!
(We'll settle for Nine--Twelve pm in Times Square.)
~ OMK
-- or "am"?
I never remember midnight correctly.
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