April 24, 2008
I saw in a banner-ad at the bottom of a website this morning that the M*rmons are advertising themselves under the slogan of “Truth Restored” these days. I choked on my biscuit.
Truth “restored”. Uhuh. Like Henry VIII “restored” the monasteries. I think I’ll take my Truth fully un-restored, thanks.
April 25, 2008 at 5:30 pm
Sadly, I’ve had to take down Seraphic Singles because a male reader discovered the identity of one of my friends and pestered her. My blog has been reborn as Still Seraphic (though at this moment I am not very seraphic). Concerned readers can reach me at seraphicsingles@yahoo.com.
April 26, 2008 at 11:41 am
Dear Seraphic - how utterly sick-making. I’m so sorry, and utterly vexed that it’s happened when my e-mail account (yes, I’m a fool - I only have a w*rk e-mail account as things stand) is completely wazooed, and I wasn’t able to contact you thereby. I’ll rectify that as soon as I’m able (system still wazooed). Grr - I feel (and this morning, I probably smell) like a caged lion. And all on my name day too!
In the meantime, my hefty commisers, m’dear - and long live Still Seraphic. Floreat!
B(ungling) A(mateur)
April 26, 2008 at 12:10 pm
Thank you, dear Benedict Ambrose. In the bright light of the next day, and having given the chap a kicking on my new blog, I recognize that he probably wasn’t malicious–just clumsy and dumb about girls. In a Facebook world, it is not that difficult for men to take liberties. I have taken myself off Facebook.
April 26, 2008 at 12:37 pm
And happy (belated) Saint’s Day!
April 26, 2008 at 3:29 pm
“Facebook”. It sounds like one of those deliberately absurd made-up noun-pairs. You know: cheese-tree; ankle-pan; bus-paper; clown-mass. Er… Quite.
I did have a happy name-day (sounds like another!), thank you. I had a most excellent dinner at friends’ place, who produced the Veuve (the bubbly, not the book), bless ‘em.
Your grace abounds as usual, dear Seraphic. Do have a better day today.
BA
April 26, 2008 at 8:07 pm
Those are all excellent words you’ve added to the lexicon and deserve use. I DO like ankle-pan.
Cheese-tree: a multi-decker cheese tray
Ankle-pan: what you put your cold wet feet into upon arriving home.
Bus-paper: 1. free commuter’s newspaper 2. children’s gift wrap with little busses all over.
Clown-mass: a liturgical abomination born in the 1970s, still somewhat popular amongst a minority of aged hippies/nuns/future Wiccans
When are you going to write a poem especially for ME? Actually, I would love to see “The Tragical Tale” in ballad form.
April 26, 2008 at 8:59 pm
Alas, there is indeed no absurdist whimsy that is equal to the abominable liturgical reality: beyond parody.
Your other definitions are just delightful, and I find they were (with the exception of the kiddie-wrap) lurking in the back of my pickled-walnut of a brain all along. Such perspicacity!
If I were capable of goading my muse into inspiring anything even approaching your worth, dear lady, I should already be a Nobel laureate. Instead, if I produce anything which pleases you at all, know that that gives me more satisfaction than a thousand other tributes. And if you imagine that is but a soft-soaping, syrupy get-out, you’re only one-third correct. At most.
TTT would make an excellent ballad. In the meantime, in the absence of any original poetry, I give you one of my favourite ballads: http://www.bartleby.com/101/373.html.
B(allad) A(voidance)
April 26, 2008 at 9:03 pm
PS: Someone has just stumbled here from a search for “seraphic realms”. Imagine his disappointment! Sorry, old chap(ess).
April 26, 2008 at 10:46 pm
I read a most interesting philosophy essay today in a library. From the 9th floor window in which I sat, I could see the College over which Robertson Davies was once Master. To my delight, for An.Ph. is not my cup of tea, I understood the essay–possibly because my PhD minor is in v. ethics.
April 26, 2008 at 10:53 pm
Read ballad. Er…?
April 27, 2008 at 8:24 pm
Et in Canacademia ego, eh? I had thought you’d had what I’d have deemed an idyllic Saturday afternoon till I twigged your precise reading-material…
You, I take it, were less than delighted at the ballad-reading I set you - you no likee, huh? Maybe it’s a bloke-thing, that particular dark and bloody tale. I can assure you, it’s nothing to do with identifying with the protagonist in any way!
B(loodless) A(esthete)
May 2, 2008 at 1:11 am
The copyright notice at the base of the Rievaulx Abbey page from which you have stolen bandwidth and image without attribution said “no hotlinking” - but no doubt when you do it it’s not theft but part of “your Truth”.
May 2, 2008 at 2:22 am
Dear Mr Fletcher, I did not “steal” the image from your site at all, but “borrowed” it from another altogether. I have nonetheless replaced the image in question, since it’s scarcely worth squabbling about.
Pax et bonum,
BA