The humor of panache

Oh,dear,I’ve got panache again.

I suffer to please ancient men.

I dress in red gowns

Intermingled with brown.

Flamboyant and   in fashion, I am.

 

It may be genetic,of course.

So I refuse to feel any remorse.

The world is so sad

We may all go mad.

And that would be very much worse.

 

Panache is not wrong,anyway.

Self confidence is good,so they say.

Wear a cap with a feather

And a coat of real leather.

I’ll sell you all mine on E bay.

 

 

 

What is panache?

images (3)

panache
pəˈnaʃ/
noun
noun: panache
  1. 1.
    flamboyant confidence of style or manner.
    “he entertained London society with great panache
    synonyms: flamboyant confidence, flamboyance, confidence,self-assurance, style, stylishness, flair, elan, dash,flourish, verve, zest, spirit, brio, éclat, vivacity,vigour, gusto, animation, liveliness, vitality,enthusiasm, energy; More

  2. 2.
    historical
    a tuft or plume of feathers, especially as a headdress or on a helmet.
Origin
mid 16th century: from French, from Italian pennacchio, from late Latin pinnaculum, diminutive of pinna ‘feather
81stJK7UOwL._SL1500_.jpg

Newly invented words by Me

maple-in-colour-2

 

Bibliogasm:Getting extremely high and happy  on reading a new and wonderful book.

Bibliospasm:Having a fit when reading something shocking or surprising.

Bibliochasm:Am empty space in the book shelves.

Bibliofathom: To understand a book after  prolonged  reading and study..

Bibliofashion:Reading the “in”  books of the day.

Bibliocalm:The peace in the library in the days when silence was valued.

Biblioharm:The injuries caused by using books as missiles.

Bibliofarm:A place where books are reproduced

Biblioma’am: Lady librarian.

Bibliothumb:A thumb bent overly  much by holding books open all day.

Bibliojam:Like a paper jam in the printer.

Bibliocam: an app for taking photos of your last page or of people near you in the bookshop or library.Used in espionage before tablets came along,

Bibliotablet:Back to writing on stone!

e

We need more than words

 

Before we learned to talk we communicated with our mothers and later the family by gestures,cries and body movements.In fact inside the womb we swam like fish .Then we begin to babble as if we learn the music of our tongue before we learn the individual words.Eventually we get caught in the web of words and assume without thinking that everything important can be expressed this way.However when we are with people we still rely alot on body language and the tones and musicality of the voice itself.A ugly man with a beautiful voice can become very attractive to women.for example.

But later we may come to realise many aspects of life cannot be expressed easily in words.As humans evolved they developed different kinds of language.Poetry and science describe aspects of the world and of the people speaking these languages.One cannotbe reduced to the other..Music is also  a  form which does not use words though in opera it is combined with them.

One , might almost say that with printing and later mass literacy we moved from an oral,bodily centred ,sensuous language to a more abstract less personal way of communication.

However, there are many forms of writing and much more can be expressed this way than most of us know… but when we come to the edge of the world of language .. we realise that the sacred,the ineffable,the holy may be beyond the powers of even the best poets.Yet they can point us there,Music and art may give a more vivid enchantment which we recognise but of which we find it hard to speak.

Words are a net to catch the world but the smallest fish  may drop straight through.

Despite these problems most of us can convey much more by words than we might think.

 

Funny old poems

 

Photo0425

I found some of my old poems and they were really funny.And before I began writing I had no sense of humor.So all you have to do is write for 4 hours a day every day for 5 years and you too can have a sense of humor free.It might be less trouble to buy a large book of jokes instead.

In London there  once lived a bored girl

She  grew  tired  of the  blind  social whirl

So she learned to spell  Nietszche  wrong,

While biting off  threads too long.

Then she played , How Now John , with her curls.

[see ,it’s not a limerick

and it is terribly bad but it is rather late!]