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Any day in which I wind up setting my computer in the middle of the floor and then alternately dancing around it waving my arms and pointing at it while yelling "Oh YEAH! Who's your MOMMY!?" is a good one.

Fortunately, I have forgiving and understanding roommates who get that sometimes such arcane rituals are necessary.

( why I was dancing )

Saturday Poem - Williams

(sort of - I completely forgot yesterday was Saturday. Don't ask me how, or why, cus I sure as anything have NO clue. It happens on occasion.)

Today's poem is ekphrastic. It is so ekphrastic, in fact, that I may not even tell you what ekphrastic means. Anyone know? At any rate, this is so ekphrastically ekphrastic that I just had to share. (Ekphrastic would be a wonderful Scrabble word, wouldn't it?).

It's by someone who is possibly my all-time favourite poet, William Carlos Williams. If you're into poetry at all, or had to do a section on it for an English class, you've probably read his plum poem, or his one about the red wheelbarrow. I love Williams' poems for their sketchiness - if they were visual art, they'd be one of those drawings which somehow manage to catch everything with a dozen pencil strokes. (Unlike, say, Keats, who liked to beat his readers over the head with the Sistine Chapel.) If they were an architectural style, they'd be deconstructionism - bare bones.

It's also about one of my favourite paintings, which, by contrast to the poem, is rich and full and varied - "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus", by Flemish painter Bruegel, which you can see here: http://www.english.emory.edu/Paintings&Poems/Icarus.jpg . See if you can find Icarus.

( Landscape with the Fall of Icarus )