Violet
Weezer Jr. just go me thinking about my mother and her wacked sense of humor. We used to call her the evil elf...but in an affectionate way. She'd do something like make you get out of the car to open the garage door so she could drive her Nova in, and then just as you bent over to reach handle she'd beep horn and make you jump out of your skin. Then she'd laugh in this twisted evil elf kind of way. She also used to chase us around the house with a laundry basket on her head going "wooda wooda wooda" in what I think was her interpretation of alien speak. When we were very small she used to pretend she was various characters, including a bird called tweety and a very stupid janitor named Joe. She would talk to us in character which we found hysterical. We miss you mamma!
Violets
Lingering like the last of the light
in the Schlossgarten at Erlangen
suddenly seeing a bed of them by the fountain
I remembered how much I love
violets – their intensity – that
wilful way they have of being
neither purple nor blue but
violet. Loveable too that a bunch
of them can also be a posy
and whilst bouquet sounds a bit grand,
just one in a tooth mug in any hotel
can make a bare room an arbour,
a bower, a dell.
Donny O'Rourke
Weezer Jr. just go me thinking about my mother and her wacked sense of humor. We used to call her the evil elf...but in an affectionate way. She'd do something like make you get out of the car to open the garage door so she could drive her Nova in, and then just as you bent over to reach handle she'd beep horn and make you jump out of your skin. Then she'd laugh in this twisted evil elf kind of way. She also used to chase us around the house with a laundry basket on her head going "wooda wooda wooda" in what I think was her interpretation of alien speak. When we were very small she used to pretend she was various characters, including a bird called tweety and a very stupid janitor named Joe. She would talk to us in character which we found hysterical. We miss you mamma!
Violets
Lingering like the last of the light
in the Schlossgarten at Erlangen
suddenly seeing a bed of them by the fountain
I remembered how much I love
violets – their intensity – that
wilful way they have of being
neither purple nor blue but
violet. Loveable too that a bunch
of them can also be a posy
and whilst bouquet sounds a bit grand,
just one in a tooth mug in any hotel
can make a bare room an arbour,
a bower, a dell.
Donny O'Rourke
posted by MJ at 8:55 AM
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Let your body move into the doorway
To the disco inside your head violet
Wear a color that you want to cling to
The color inside your head violet
--savage garden, violet
Oh how I miss Violet sometimes. I asked her to accompany Troy June to the bank from the other side yesterday. He was being bullied by some financial advisor who was trying to sway his decisions. Troy June came home with great news and the creepy financial guy was vanquished, thank you Violet!!!!
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