I Think This Is The Beginning Of A Beautiful Phriendship...

[Ancilla Domini]

High time I had my own thread, eh? I've only been here about 2 months, but considering the number of threads I've started, I think it's pretty reasonable that I had my own.

 

Warning: Ancilla is apt to interlard her posts with movie quotes. Take note. :sos:

 

Viva Cristo Rey!

 

– Cilla/Ancilla/Chinchilla (Whatever floats your boat...)

 

P.S. The title of this thread is yet another example of the above "Warning." :hehe2:

 

Edit: My shift key just decided to go on vacation. (my computer is old...) I realized this when, to my utmost dismay, I saw that this shirking-worker had failed to capitalize the first word in this post. Rest assured that this error was not purposeful. :bounce:

Edited January 14, 2014 by Ancilla Domini

[Ancilla Domini]

Edit: My shift key just decided to go on vacation. (my computer is old...) I realized this when, to my utmost dismay, I saw that this shirking-worker had failed to capitalize the first word in this post. Rest assured that this error was not purposeful. :bounce:

 

Jolly good, it's been fixed!

[Chrysophylax]

Wow. It is actually really rare for me to come across a word I don't recognize. But I didn't know interlard until I looked it up! Thanks for another word!

Vocabulary +1!

[Ancilla Domini]

Wow. It is actually really rare for me to come across a word I don't recognize. But I didn't know interlard until I looked it up! Thanks for another word!

Vocabulary +1!

 

It's one of my favorite words - I found it in Robert Louis Stevenson's Prince Otto. Isn't it brilliant? Sometimes, intersperse and "throw in" don't just bring across the image you're trying to create, do they?

[SilentJoy]

It's one of my favorite words - I found it in Robert Louis Stevenson's Prince Otto. Isn't it brilliant? Sometimes, intersperse and "throw in" don't just bring across the image you're trying to create, do they?

'Interlard' and 'intersperse' are very similar, except the former has a higher phat content.

[Ancilla Domini]

'Interlard' and 'intersperse' are very similar, except the former has a higher phat content.

 

:lol4:

[Ancilla Domini]

I'm going to introduce a new topic, and give you two of my favorite non-religion-related poems. (In two different comments, because they are so different in mood, content, and style.)

 

Number 1:

 

Harp Song of the Dane Women, by Rudyard Kipling

 

What is a woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre.
To go with the old grey Widow-maker?

She has no house to lay a guest in
But one chill bed for all to rest in,
That the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in.

She has no strong white arms to fold you,
But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you
Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.

Yet, when the signs of summer thicken,
And the ice breaks, and the birch-buds quicken,
Yearly you turn from our side, and sicken—

Sicken again for the shouts and the slaughters.
You steal away to the lapping waters,
And look at your ship in her winter-quarters.

You forget our mirth, and talk at the tables,
The kine in the shed and the horse in the stables
To pitch her sides and go over her cables.

Then you drive out where the storm-clouds swallow,
And the sound of your oar-blades, falling hollow,
Is all we have left through the months to follow.

Ah, what is Woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre,
To go with the old grey Widow-maker?

[Ancilla Domini]

Number 2:

 

The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God, by J. Milton Hayes

 

There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

He was known as "Mad Carew" by the subs at Khatmandu,
He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell;
But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks,
And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well.

He had loved her all along, with a passion of the strong,
The fact that she loved him was plain to all.
She was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had begun
To celebrate her birthday with a ball.

He wrote to ask what present she would like from Mad Carew;
They met next day as he dismissed a squad;
And jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do
But the green eye of the little Yellow God.

On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance,
And they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars:
But for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile,
Then went out into the night beneath the stars.

He returned before the dawn, with his shirt and tunic torn,
And a gash across his temple dripping red;
He was patched up right away, and he slept through all the day,
And the Colonel's daughter watched beside his bed.

He woke at last and asked if they could send his tunic through;
She brought it, and he thanked her with a nod;
He bade her search the pocket saying "That's from Mad Carew,"
And she found the little green eye of the god.

She upbraided poor Carew in the way that women do,
Though both her eyes were strangely hot and wet;
But she wouldn't take the stone and Mad Carew was left alone
With the jewel that he'd chanced his life to get.

When the ball was at its height, on that still and tropic night,
She thought of him and hurried to his room;
As she crossed the barrack square she could hear the dreamy air
Of a waltz tune softly stealing thro' the gloom.

His door was open wide, with silver moonlight shining through;
The place was wet and slipp'ry where she trod;
An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,
'Twas the "Vengeance of the Little Yellow God."

There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There's a little marble cross below the town;
There's a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

[Ancilla Domini]

What do you think? Aren't they brilliant?

[ChristinaTherese]

Beautiful. Just beautiful. Thank you. (I love poetry. So much.)

[Ancilla Domini]

Beautiful. Just beautiful. Thank you. (I love poetry. So much.)

 

Do you have a favorite poem, Christina? You can post it here. I'd like to hear some more poetry. (I have a soft spot for it.)

[ChristinaTherese]

Well.... T.S.Elliot's Four Quartets are absolutely stunning. And really long. I'm sure you can find them somewhere. St. Therese wrote great stuff. Mother Mary Francis wrote wonderful stuff. So, that's sort of in the favorites collection. But here's a thread I started last year in VS: http://www.phatmass.com/phorum/topic/125260-your-favorite-poems/#.UtXqzPRDsSY Maybe when I have time I can find a particularly lovely one and type it up. (I don't read only religious poetry. I also have a book of Robert Frost's poems.) But right now I must drink my tea and run to catch a bus.

[PhuturePriest]

I'm still waiting on that thread about my most fabulous traits.

[Ancilla Domini]

I'm still waiting on that thread about my most fabulous traits.

 

:doh: I hoped thought you'd forgotten about that. :cry4:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

:hehe2:

[PhuturePriest]

:doh: I hoped thought you'd forgotten about that. :cry4:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

:hehe2:

 

Well, we all do things in life that are difficult. :P

 

Also, it has to be in Open Mic. More people go there. ;)