Day Eleven. Did you know that in base 2, called binary, "11" (two ones) is the number three, in good ol' decimal. Conversely, eleven in base 2 would be written "1011." In hexadecimal (base 16), our everyday eleven would be written "B" and "11" in hexadecimal would be the decimal number seventeen. Those in my generation — I'm barely into my sixties — learned this in the grade-school subject New Math. Anyone remember New Math?
“For today’s prompt,” says Robert Lee Brewer in Poetic Asides, “make a statement the title of your poem and either respond to or expand upon the title. Some example titles might include: “A Date Which Will Live in Infamy”; “Guns Don’t Kill People, I Do”; “This Is Your Brain on Drugs”; “Smile for the Camera”; and “Be Kind Rewind.” Of course, there’s an incredible number of possible titles; pick one and start poeming!”
“Poets have been writing about love and wine, wine and love, since . . . well, since the time of Anacreon, a Greek poet who was rather partial to that subject matter,” says Maureen Thorson in NaPoWriMo. “Anacreon developed a particular meter for his tipsy, lovey-dovey verse, but Anacreontics in English generally do away with meter-based constraints. Anacreontics might be described as a sort of high-falutin’ drinking song. So today I challenge you to write about wine-and-love. Of course, you may have no love of wine yourself, in which case you might try an anti-Anacreontic poem. Happy writing!”
Friends, mixing the prompts, as always. Thanks to Kathleen Ann Lawrence (called "Lucky Kathy" by Alan the other day) for helping me brainstorm some possible titles: "Don't Judge a Book by its Cover"; "Don't Count Your Chickens Before They're Hatched"; "A Bird in the Hand is Worth Two in the Bush" (we had a good laugh over the possible sexual undertones in that one). Kathy helped me come up with some advertising ones too, such as "Only her Hairdresser Knows for Sure" and "Choosy Mothers Choose Jif." I finally settled on the old Maxwell House slogan and wrote a pseudo-Anacreontic or maybe an anti-Anacreontic. You decide. Pretty over the top, doggerel-wise. Enjoy!
Good to the Last Drop
Okay, two days of doggerel. Silly doggerel, at that. Hope you've enjoyed it. Doggerel is good. Doggerel is our friend.
Wow, Alan, I'm pretty gobsmacked heah. No idea how on God's earth one can say "hyenah" as one syllable. I'll have to take your word for it. I tried to replicate the pronunciation based on how you described it, and there's no way. I'm just a Westerner — a San Franciscan, to be precise — and this is beyond me. Now, San Franciscans born and raised in "The City" as we call it also have a native dialect, but that's a story for another time.
Loved the poem and its take on pronunciation and how that's intertwined with familial respect and tradition. You wondered above if the poem works in print. I think it does; as a reader, although I can't grasp the sound contortions (to me), I can take them for granted as true and focus instead on the relationship themes.
I also learned a new word today: "Alabamian." I always thought it was "Alabaman." But Webster's tells me those two spellings are interchangeable, though the one with the "i" in it is preferred. Who'd a-thunk it? ヅ
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Ingat, everyone. Go have an espresso. ヅ
found poem: spirit
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