Shadow Shot Sunday, Oct. 31/Nov. 1

It's a Mystery
Each Hallowed Day: what to be
When I show my face?











My face is below the fold.

Happy Hallowe'en

This is the girl who was the first to call me "Silly Bumpa."

I am So proud!

Six Word Saturday - Last October Entries

For Hollowe'en, six macabre love stories.

#1 Ghoul friend has skeletons in closet.

#2 Beautiful ghost's moans still haunt me.

#3 Vampire girl left me feeling drained.

#4 Werewolf girl friend left tooth marks

#5 Cheated on Witch.  Now I croak.

#6 Innocent maiden, insouciant roué: blood spills.

And now, at no extra charge:

Six word summaries of October Sonnets:

October 7th - IN PRAYER SHE CONTEMPLATES
Knight, Dragon, Princess: She gets pierced.

On Wednesday, October 14th - CELEBATE FATE

Moon, murder, maiden: She gets nothing.

On Wednesday, October 21st - PASSIONATE PRETENSE

Sunset visitor arrives: She gets pierced. 

Wednedsay, October 28th - THY PALLID LOVELINESS
Warm breath condenses on cold flesh.


Extra bonus, one more from September.
Wednesday, September 30th - FIFTH DAY DOWN

Antibiotic or alcohol: chose only one.

                              - or -
Needle nurse arrives: he gets pierced.

Sky Shot Thursday

Here the sky, which is not very impressive, serves as background for a spider who is!

Taken in Virginia, October, 2007.

Wednesday Poetry Blogging

Wrapping up the Octoberfest of weirdness.

Happy Hollowe'en!

    THY PALLID LOVELINESS

Shall I compare thee to a winter's night?
Thou art more lovely in thy pallid chill.
Rough winds shake bare limbs, but thine hold tight,
Ever rigid, rigorous, and still.
 

Sometimes too cold the evening sky-light glows,
Encircled in a whisp of winter cloud
That with the gray dawn sends the falling snows,
Blankets the earth with its white morning shroud:
 

But thy eternal winter shall unfold,
Never to thaw thy fast frigidity.
And rigor shall not lose the mortal hold
That binds thee in frozen rigidity.
 

Now once again I breathe on thy cold flesh,
And with thy pallid loveliness enmesh.

Best Random Surreal Generator Message EVAH!

A trombone a day keeps the jug away.

Full disclosure: this statement cannot be verified.

What An Ass!

Probably a Democrat.

Mellow Yellow Monday

Sand Castle.




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Deep Stupid #10

Great moments in Tea bagging.  Remember what S. E. told us, it's the Democrats who are the modern racists!

With a hat tip to Michael in comments at Duck and Cover.

Photo URL
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There's more below the fold.

Shadow Shot Sunday, Oct. 25

He's always with me,
My Dark-side Siamese-twin,
Until lights go out.


Taken on the breakwater, Lexington, MI.








Last weeks entry, en ensemble, can be found here.  (Third collage, center.)

Sunday Music Blogging

Sixteenth century modal music derived its harmonies linearly, from the interweaving of melodic lines.  The use of functional chord progression was sparing or non-exixtent, except in formalized cadences.  Thus, there was little or none of the the harmonic drive that characterizes music composed after about 1600.  To a modern ear, this can sound static, or pointlessly meandering.  But in the hands of a master like Thomas Tallis, it is floating, ethereal, sublime.

Take 8 1/2 minutes to sit back, close your eyes, and let this carry you away.



Nice shadow shot sunrise/set visual at no extra charge.

Six Word Saturday

Kids' soccer today: rainy, windy, cold.

Also, here is another lame attempt:

Running amok is best with scissors.