My books are very evocative
But I feel they’re slightly provocative.
But they are not porn.
Not are they corn!
My tutor says they’re derogative.
I know there’s no such word as derogative
But there should be in my opinion-ative.
So I fear I mislead
For I am in need
I want both your love and prerogative.
Oxford Dictionary
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[WITH OBJECT]
awoke, bespoke, bloke, broke, choke, cloak, Coke, convoke, croak, folk, invoke, joke, Koch, moke, oak, okey-doke, poke, provoke, revoke, roque, smoke, soak, soke, spoke, stoke, stony-broke (US stone-broke), stroke, toke, toque, woke, yoke, yolk
If you happen
to like reading,
books,
can have
a very powerful effect on you,
fifty shades of gay,grey and a way
an evocative effect,
wonder
bringing forth
It’s not as though
when I read
I’m gathering
in
formation,
or indeed
can remember
much
I know the books
that grip
effect is indiscernible.
recognise ?
Leavisite position,
reading certain
sentences
makes you more alive,
[also may kill you]
and a morally better person,
whatever morals are now
are they absolutes?
and that those two things
go together.
[like marriage]
what is clear
are powerful unconscious
evocative effects in reading
books that one loves.?
about
these books
we want to go on
thinking,
matters to us.
not just fetishes
to fill gaps.
[So filling gaps is bad]
like recurring dreams
[but not nightmares]
can’t help
thinking
about
remember them
or can thinking
be unconscious?
Image by my sister
Holiday
[hol-i-dey]
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Synonyms Examples Word Origin
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noun
1.
a day fixed by law or custom on which ordinary business is suspended in commemoration of some event or in honor of some person.
2.
any day of exemption from work (distinguished from working day ).
3.
a time or period of exemption from any requirement, duty, assessment, etc.:
New businesses may be granted a one-year tax holiday.
4.
a religious feast day; holy day, especially any of several usually commemorative holy days observed in Judaism.
5.
Sometimes, holidays. Chiefly British. a period of cessation from work or one of recreation; vacation.
6.
an unintentional gap left on a plated, coated, or painted surface.
adjective
7.
of or relating to a festival; festive; joyous:
a holiday mood.
8.
suitable for a holiday:
holiday attire.
verb (used without object)
9.
Chiefly British. to vacation:
to holiday at the seaside.
Origin of holiday Expand
Middle EnglishOld English
950before 950; Middle English; Old English hāligdæg. See holy, day
Related forms Expand
preholiday, adjective
My florelegium’s come.
My anthology’s published, done.
The flowers are pressed,
The hopes confessed.
I hope I earn a crumb.
Word of the Day
Definitions for florilegium
A collection of literary pieces; anthology
Citations for florilegium
… Brichot who was not merely kind to Morel, but would cull from the Greek philosophers, the Latin poets, the oriental storytellers, appropriate texts which decorated the Baron’s propensity with a strange and charming florilegium.
Marcel Proust, translated by C. K. Scott Moncrieff & Terence Kilmartin, The Captive, 1992
Printing also encouraged a trend toward ever larger reference books as each edition tried to lure more buyers by offering something of interest to everyone, or at least everyone who could read Latin. One of these was the “ florilegium,” a book gathering memorable quotations (or “flowers”) from respected authorities of many kinds — religious writers, philosophers, poets, and orators.
Ann Blair, “Information overload, the early years,” Boston Globe, November 28, 2010
Origin of florilegium
Florilegium can be traced to the Latin terms flōs meaning “flower” and legere meaning “to gather.” Historically, it has been used to refer to both collections of literal flowers and figurative flowers in the sense of notable literary extracts. It entered English in the mid-1600s.
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People often assume talking is good for us.It must be or it would have died out!Yet even when we are small we know talking or being spoken too can cause pain.I’m leaving out parental criticism.But gossip hurts and so do lies.often.
Later while talking to some people is good,it’s not universal
Words like flying pebbles hurtle from her lips
They may not hit me,but they keep us apart.
Of course,it may be unconscious..
That’s the modern excuse.
Politicians do a double trick.
They sound as if they want to reach us
But they can’t depart from a script they wrote two years ago.
He smiled like a dead drake,leaned towards me,bared his lips
And said,I love you.
I reared back to escape his yellow fangs.
I’d rather be alone.
I suppose the best time is
When we have a balance of talk and silence.
And for women,it’s usually when the men are absent.
If a woman says a few sentences men think it’s a lecture.
You may not believe that men talk more than women
But research shows it.
It’s how we judge their talking.
Boring talk is the worst.
Especially when we can’t escape.
We think we can’t,perhaps we can.
There’s a warm silence
which feels good,like a cashmere blanket
around the shoulders
which can contain what we say
and what we don’t say.
Which unites us.
Then there’s a cold silence
You are telling me not to speak
Not to come close.
Even worse,it may say
I’d like to destroy you
You are not human
You’re not worth anything.
Daggers drawn
Hate.
Then there’s the silence of indifference,
You see me but feel nothing.
I could be a table or a hat
A book or potato.
You live in your bubble
And nothing can pierce it.
Even to see me die would not
Affect you.
You seem to have no affect.
When true love’s gone and doom hangs over head When life runs like a river to the sea Then shall I take new lovers to my bed? And with their carnal touch consoled be? When my love lies,so breaks my tender heart. When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path. Then, shall I my life of evil start? And on the world shall I bestow my wrath? When true loves lie and wreck all loyalty. When puzzlement makes all my world seem mad. Then I shall upend causality And let myself do deeds which make me glad. For I have love’s sweet child inside my soul And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole
The cause of sadness also shows its end;
That we let go the loved one and remain.
Such comfort,aid and love we have from friends
Helps us bear the heart’s most dangerous pain.
But if our friends fear their own hidden grief.
If sorrow is never let to touch their heart;
Then friendship’s stolen by a nervous thief;
As wishing to retain our self,we part.
The friends who sit in silent company
Who look for no reward yet love us true
Who show, quite clear, desireless empathy;
They are friends who warmth and hope imbue.
Patient silence may do more than words
The utterance of the heart is not absurd.
How my heart speaks 