P is for Paradise

[DISE
“Paradise” by macbofisbil – 2006
Time to leave this town
This godforsaken town
And get away from it all
Live a life of dreams
Have my doors be way tall

My paradise would be halfway cross the world
Wearing faded cutoff jeans
I’d be sipping from a foggy glass of
Sweet pina colada
Crashing waves, birdie screams

My back in a chair
Feet in the hot sand
Nothing but blue sky
And the beat of a slow jam

No troubles, no worries
No job, no tasks
It’s the kind of moment
Only ones in a fairytale could ask

It’s the typical image of paradise
Most dream of, but are alluded
Since reality is still here
And money can’t be muted

There is however
A paradise not far
Resides in my mind
A fantasyland under stars
Where I can dream all day
Until the sun sets down
Until reality snaps me back to life
And I’m back in my little ordinary town

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L is for Legs

Legs seem to be universal, something that is found in nearly every living and non-living thing. Humans have them, animals have them, insects have them, desks, chairs, and kitchen appliances as well. They help in movement and support, are a thing nature decided millions of years ago would be beneficial in helping organisms with finding food and running away from being food. We all seem to operate on an even number of legs since that is nature’s way of keeping everything balanced. Of course, some animals developed wings for better survival, but they still use their legs for those times when it isn’t a pressure situation involving the fight or flight response, when they can just tromp across a fence or wire like it’s Sunday morning.

My two legs these days probably don’t get as much exercise as they should, since I have been stuck in front of my computer most of this year, only occasionally going outside to take some pictures or look for the cat that went missing for two straight days (he comes back eventually after a night on the town).

My acrostic poem for legs:

Little engines, pumping pistons
Energy propelled, man on a mission
Going places in a hurry, fast as a fly
Swamp water up to your knees, jump high, touch the sky

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K is for Kafkaesque

The most Kafkaesque video game ever
The most Kafkaesque video game ever

“I am a cage in search of a bird…” – Franz Kafka

Kafkaesque is a word I was first introduced to from an episode of the third season of Breaking Bad when Jesse was attending group therapy. In response to Jesse saying he was afraid to meet the owner of the laundromat everyone was afraid of (Gus Fring), the group leader noted it “sounds kind of Kafkaesque.” It may sound like a weird word but break it down and it describes anything that suggests or relates to Franz Kafka or his writing, especially anything “nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or of illogical quality.” Feelings of senselessness, disorientation, and helplessness usually occur afterward. The Kafkaesque of daily blogging. Yikes! I think it’s pronounced “kavka” by the way.

Franz Kafka was obviously a brilliant writer to have a word named after himself. His writings often were dark, vague, and frightening in nature, which may be why the term Kafkaesque came into nature to describe situations relating to his writing style. His wish to his friend and publisher, Max Brod, was to have his writings, published and unpublished, burned after his death, but Max saved them anyway until they were confiscated by the Gestapo, some bureaucratic German police force I think, later on – sounds kind of Kafkaesque, huh?

The cockroach is often used as a symbolic image of Kafkaesque, in many forms, comical and serious.

Here are some things considered Kafkaesque – bizarre and illogical:

You're A Cockroach, Charlie Brown!
You’re A Cockroach, Charlie Brown!
Cannibal Grandma
Cannibal Grandma
The Dystopia Child
Literal meaning of “thrown under the bus”
Did Seinfeld have the most Kafkaesque ending ever? Or was it Lost or The Sopranos?

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J is for Journey to the Stars

My journey to the cosmos
Was full of wonder and awe
Floated weightlessly through a vacuum
Saw burning comet in freefall

Passing by the dark side
The moon’s eerie loneliness
Looking back at the blue marble
What great home it is

Exploding nebula,
Electric star dust,
Saturn’s icy rings,
Mars red crust

All of Jupiter’s moons were visible
By the red eye light
A swirling vortex of a storm
That provokes neither fight nor flight

My ship of imagination had no limitations
Could reach the speed of light,
Pass through black holes,
Go through rocky storms
Find things no one yet knows

This sea of dark matter
Undetected, stealthy, dangerous
For no sound comes from
The wild unknown frontier
A tiny pinpoint of it
Being lit by a burning crimson
Year after mythical year

Inspired by the show “Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey” that was hosted by Neil Degrasse Tyson back in 2014. I deeply loved the show and was so enchanted by the realism of the space scenes and “the ship of the imagination” that Degrasse Tyson flew around in during the episodes. The show really did the original that was hosted by Carl Sagan justice and likely improved upon it though I have never seen it to really get an honest opinion.

And of course Neil is known for another thing, other than being a superstar astrophysicist:

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H is for Hard

This challenge is difficult,
I was not prepared
To see the hours rushing by
And the moments being spared
What to write today, always the same question,
Then the light bulb goes off and it’s time for
A nightly blogging session
To put an idea
Into thought-provoking words
For it involves a little bit of risk
And maybe the minor glimpse of reward

I could have gone with a theme
But it’s too late now
So I’ll keep on pushing my unrestricted ways
Winging it then, winging it now

I now leave you to my old rock collection
gathered in the year 2001
But of course these sediments and clam shells
Are much older than that
Heck, they’re probably much older than anyone

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F is for Floccinaucinihilipilification

“Can you use that in a sentence please?”

“Sure. I’ve pretty certain that the country’s floccinaucinihilipilification feelings about the President’s job are very true.”

For the letter F today I’m choosing a word in the English language that is quite absurd and ridiculed. It’s origins are a laughing matter for it was a matter of Latin fusion: throwing four ingredients into a stew kettle and stirring them with constant care, and out came this new word, that was made with a pilus of hair. If you say it to a person who is unaware of its meaning, they’ll likely not know that you’re basically calling their life insignificant.

This is the second longest legitimate word, other than that ridiculous long one that contains about 500 instances of meth, in the English language. I just had to choose this word today for F since it is obviously an interesting set of syllables that can be broken down like this:

floc – ce – nah – ce – knee – hil – lip – ill – lif – fah – kay – shun

This absurd word is defined as the habit of estimating that something is worthless, explaining my example of the President’s job up there. It’s origins can be traced back to the eighteenth century, a time when the most fun you could have without killing someone was creating new and interesting words for the dictionary.

The legend goes like this: In eighteenth century Berkshire there were four little Latin words named Flocci, Nauci, Nihili, and Pili and they all lived happily together in a log cabin (in separate beds, of course). But then one night, a big bad guy with a lasso, on orders from some secret cult I suppose, broke into their cabin (it wasn’t locked) while they were sleeping and wrangled up all of the words and added a -fication tag across their heads in red paint. And apparently it was some magic paint, for the four words eventually morphed into a fearsome monster with big tentacles and slimy skin. The first thing this monster did was eat its creator and then stormed and terrorized the village, spreading something around that made many people and places worthless, hence the definition created later on. The legend of the Floccinaucinihilipilification monster was not spoken openly for years after that, just in hushed tones, and it was hard to pronounce anyway. But in 1741, an author with the brilliant name of William Shenstone boldly used it in a letter about a deceased lover: “I loved him for nothing so much as his flocci-nauci-nihili-pili-fication of money” or “I loved him for nothing so much as his judgment that money was a worthless commodity.” Well apparently Shenstone’s life was now meaningless without his lover and so the “F” monster showed up later on and finished him off, but not without a fight put up by brave Sir William who managed to cripple the beast before he died, making it weak. The beast retreated then to a safe place and was never seen again. Some say it died. Or so the story goes. The legend of the monster who made people and things insignificant lives on today, being told in circles to frightened children (and adults).

Okay, so that’s not exactly how the origins of the word went (it came from a grammar book at Eton College) but there are four Latin words contained within this grand “F” word that can be analyzed more closely:

  • Flocci, derived from floccus, literally a tuft of wool, and I’m not sure where it’s meaning of “worthless” comes in the Eton College grammar book
  • Pili, the plural of pilus, a hair, which in Latin could mean a whit, jot, trifle or generally a thing that is insignificant
  • Nihili comes from nihil, nothing, as in words like nihilism and annihilate
  • Nauci just means worthless

So it was a matter of creating a word that did not yet exist, filling in the vague gap to describe the act of naming something or someone worthless. It’s not like a person had anything better to do in 1700s England. I should dare myself to use this word in a sentence when speaking with someone, just to see their reaction, their look of bewilderment.


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D is for Dream

I tend to dream
About many things in general,
From past schoolmates to teachers,
To the first time I played Nintendo
They are usually short lapses and happen in a flash,
Like the one time I dreamed of having Jimmy Kimmel teach class
Sometimes it’s nightmares and other crazy stuff,
As when my father was on a raft and rats were eating him up
I’ve been sent to scary castles and tested the waters,
Even got a job at Tuxler’s and saw my five future daughters
There was the gothic girl in the locker,
And a bloody sliced throat,
Me riding my bike,
And some reptile on a boat
I sat down with Kimye at a table one day,
And a guy was wearing a watch and someone said, “Are you gay?”
Ran through the store, hip-hopped through cement,
Had a gun pointed at me and used a toy to defend
I don’t know why I dream
These deliriously daffy dreams,
But it seems as if they come about
In response to not just one thing
And as the TV went missing,
And creepy Karl Childers came abrupt (mmm…taters),
I realized dreams are
Quite messed up

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