This year's National Poetry Month writing prompts are based on vestigial words. Vestigial words are those that no longer are in common use, or their current meaning no longer connects with their physical origin. For example, fewer and fewer people read a newspaper that can be touched, smelled, seen and heard. Most read their daily news on a mobile device or from a computer screen, instead.
Part of poetry comes from the sounds of the words being used. Since fewer people listen to poetry, the sounds of archaic terms are passing from our common consciousness. By using vestigial words as writing prompts, we can all help prevent the loss of the sounds that make up our language.
The Agelast
by Jack V Sage
The agile-assed agelast
walked right past the fragile ghast.
"I'll live forever," said the gent,
"It was from laughter that ghast went."
And so away he, mirthless, ran.
And never did he laugh again.
Outlived his grandkids, one and all
refusing each of Laughter's calls.
Today's word, "agelast," means "person without mirth," or "one who never laughs."
Here is how to pronounce agelast.
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Tuesday, March 17, 2015
If Heaven Exists
If Heaven exists, it has baklava,
and video game theme music played by Lindsey Stirling.
It has long tables with comfortable chairs,
so all of you, my friends and chosen family
can be together at the tables,
laughing, sharing, jabbering away
like a flock of drunken seagulls.
All of us would take turns reading bad poetry
and sketching one another in a huge
orgy of half-baked art. The background music
would be cutlery and glassware clinking and rattling
with a side of white noise from the air conditioners
blast-chilling us into near-hibernation.
Heaven would have both my daughters, all my grandchildren
and all the people they love and care about
and all the people who love and care about them all together
like the kind of family reunion that takes place only after funerals,
with kids playing on the floor in the first bedroom past the stairs,
Lite Brite pegs and Lego blocks serving as caltrops,
to keep the grownups at bay.
Adults slamming back weak lemonade and sweet tea,
sampling the casseroles, while all talking over one another
in a babble of "You look great!" and
"Didn't the funeral home do a great job
making (the deceased) look natural?"
Heaven would have porch swings with creaking chains,
and lots of webbed lawn chairs, including the rocking kind.
Your rear gets swallowed whole by the loose webbing
like a boa devours a baby water buffalo,
so you shift and wriggle, trying to break free.
Heaven would have tricycles, and Big Wheels, and spring horses,
wagons and skateboards, and old-fashioned skates
with butterfly nuts and sliding metal grips.
It would have swing sets with the four-seater gliders,
and the skin-the-cat bars and the too-short slide.
And the kids file out the door into the back yard
in a slow-flowing stream, like the one they used to hunt crawdads in.
Heaven would have a piano, where my aunt Jane,
just a few years older than me, would be playing Fuer Elise.
Other cousins would be playing recorders
or tambourines, or wax harmonicas.
Heaven would have all my friends,
all the people I have met over the years.
My grandmother would still be alive,
and my friend Brenda's father, JR.
Most of all, my Great Aunt Ressie would still be telling all her tales,
and wagging her finger in some too-arrogant man's face.
My daughter Jordan would be there as well,
climbing whatever was taller than a table.
And we would all stay up all night,
turning marshmallows into torches
and waving sparklers at the moon.
~Jack V. Sage
and video game theme music played by Lindsey Stirling.
It has long tables with comfortable chairs,
so all of you, my friends and chosen family
can be together at the tables,
laughing, sharing, jabbering away
like a flock of drunken seagulls.
All of us would take turns reading bad poetry
and sketching one another in a huge
orgy of half-baked art. The background music
would be cutlery and glassware clinking and rattling
with a side of white noise from the air conditioners
blast-chilling us into near-hibernation.
Heaven would have both my daughters, all my grandchildren
and all the people they love and care about
and all the people who love and care about them all together
like the kind of family reunion that takes place only after funerals,
with kids playing on the floor in the first bedroom past the stairs,
Lite Brite pegs and Lego blocks serving as caltrops,
to keep the grownups at bay.
Adults slamming back weak lemonade and sweet tea,
sampling the casseroles, while all talking over one another
in a babble of "You look great!" and
"Didn't the funeral home do a great job
making (the deceased) look natural?"
Heaven would have porch swings with creaking chains,
and lots of webbed lawn chairs, including the rocking kind.
Your rear gets swallowed whole by the loose webbing
like a boa devours a baby water buffalo,
so you shift and wriggle, trying to break free.
Heaven would have tricycles, and Big Wheels, and spring horses,
wagons and skateboards, and old-fashioned skates
with butterfly nuts and sliding metal grips.
It would have swing sets with the four-seater gliders,
and the skin-the-cat bars and the too-short slide.
And the kids file out the door into the back yard
in a slow-flowing stream, like the one they used to hunt crawdads in.
Heaven would have a piano, where my aunt Jane,
just a few years older than me, would be playing Fuer Elise.
Other cousins would be playing recorders
or tambourines, or wax harmonicas.
Heaven would have all my friends,
all the people I have met over the years.
My grandmother would still be alive,
and my friend Brenda's father, JR.
Most of all, my Great Aunt Ressie would still be telling all her tales,
and wagging her finger in some too-arrogant man's face.
My daughter Jordan would be there as well,
climbing whatever was taller than a table.
And we would all stay up all night,
turning marshmallows into torches
and waving sparklers at the moon.
~Jack V. Sage
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
The Gift of Life
My dad had lung cancer for 16 years. I never asked whether or not he needed any blood products during that time. Today at work we learned that cancer patients use 10 to 20 units of platelets during chemotherapy. That means it takes 10 to 20 heroes to keep one cancer patient healthy during each round of chemotherapy. Somewhere out there, a minimum of 20 people helped my dad stay healthy during his lifetime. Thank you.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Marketing Yourself With Interesting Facts
Whether it's for an author profile, query letter or interview, the dreaded "Tell Me About Yourself" question can stop the conversation dead in its tracks. In an interview, a long pause before you answer paints an arrow straight out the door. The wrong author blurb takes your reader straight to the next book on the shelf or the next tab in the browser window after making a split-second judgment that your lifeless profile means that your story will be equally lacking.
List Unique Accomplishments
Listing unique accomplishments helps potential employers remember you, according to organizational consultant Ronnie Ann, the founder of Work Coach Cafe. Things like taking live-action photos at rodeos or creating and marketing one-of-a-kind crocheted fashions tell potential employers that you make things happen instead of waiting for someone else to get things moving. Running a charity to teach needlework skills to girls in Africa or living in a tree house in Ohio in late November as research for outdoor living articles also make great icebreakers during an interview.
Provide Relevant Details
When you list your accomplishments, tell potential employers how the experience and knowledge you gained and the skills you used will make you effective in the open position. For example, running a nonprofit corporation requires researching community resources, creating strategic alliances and meeting or exceeding performance and service benchmarks. People with these skills make excellent candidates for executive positions.
Be specific. State that you reduced the wait time between referral for service and actual service delivery from two years to two months, for example, if you directed a planned respite service. If you served as a member of the county board of trustees in your community, state that you ensured that a long-awaited sewer project went through on schedule and within budget.
Tell the Truth
Whatever facts you provide, resist the temptation to exaggerate your role or fabricate an experience. Provide photos, press clippings, letters of commendation and any other relevant documents that back your statements. Create backup files for online portfolios and make copies of everything in your physical collection.
Practice Your Delivery
Pausing too long or fumbling for words after an interviewer asks you to tell him about yourself shows a lack of self-confidence, according to Scott Ginsberg, author of "The Power of Approachability." Practice your exciting facts speech in front of friends and relatives. Record or videotape yourself so that you can examine and correct your posture, eye contact, and voice.
References
Work Coach Cafe: 10 Things I Look for When I Screen Resumes and Cover Letters
The Ladders: 10 Good Ways to "Tell Me About Yourself"
Monday, May 21, 2012
By Hook or By Crook: Skullduggery and Disenfranchisement in Arizona
Dear Arizona Secretary of State Ken Bennett:
It is my understanding that you intend to allow 1200 people to disenfranchise all the other voters in the state of Arizona by refusing to place President Barack Obama's name on the ballot. As a registered voter in Arizona, I am outraged and appalled at the complete effrontery of:
A. Disrespecting the office of the President of the United States of America by refusing to allow a sitting president to run on Arizona's ballot.
B. Disrespecting the voters of the state of Arizona by refusing them the opportunity to vote for the candidate of their choice.
C. Patronizing the voters of the state of Arizona by implying, through your refusal to allow a sitting president to run for office, that they do not have enough sense to know who they should trust with the most important office in the United States.
I feel sorry for someone so craven that they cannot go toe to toe with their foes in a legitimate and fair election, but instead must stoop to every dirty trick they can envision in order to advance their own personal agenda. Shame on you!
My vote counts just as much as any other person's vote in this state, and I want Barack Obama's name on the ballot. If he is not allowed to run, whoever wins the election will always know that his victory is hollow, based on lies and half-truths. Such a presidency is doomed to failure. Whoever runs for President of the United States in Arizona needs to win in a true, fair and honest election, not through trickery and skullduggery, and definitely not through placing a higher value on the opinions of 1200 voters than on all others.
Sincerely,
Jane M. Smith,
registered voter in the state of Arizona.
It is my understanding that you intend to allow 1200 people to disenfranchise all the other voters in the state of Arizona by refusing to place President Barack Obama's name on the ballot. As a registered voter in Arizona, I am outraged and appalled at the complete effrontery of:
A. Disrespecting the office of the President of the United States of America by refusing to allow a sitting president to run on Arizona's ballot.
B. Disrespecting the voters of the state of Arizona by refusing them the opportunity to vote for the candidate of their choice.
C. Patronizing the voters of the state of Arizona by implying, through your refusal to allow a sitting president to run for office, that they do not have enough sense to know who they should trust with the most important office in the United States.
I feel sorry for someone so craven that they cannot go toe to toe with their foes in a legitimate and fair election, but instead must stoop to every dirty trick they can envision in order to advance their own personal agenda. Shame on you!
My vote counts just as much as any other person's vote in this state, and I want Barack Obama's name on the ballot. If he is not allowed to run, whoever wins the election will always know that his victory is hollow, based on lies and half-truths. Such a presidency is doomed to failure. Whoever runs for President of the United States in Arizona needs to win in a true, fair and honest election, not through trickery and skullduggery, and definitely not through placing a higher value on the opinions of 1200 voters than on all others.
Sincerely,
Jane M. Smith,
registered voter in the state of Arizona.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Annular Solar Eclispe May 20 2012
I took these photos at 6:15 PM Arizona time, while wearing a pair of 99-percent UV-reduction welder's glasses and a hat to block the sun from my eyes. I love the effect of the rays over the back wall of the yard. The palm tree in the background is about a full block away and stands about three stories tall. I'll take more photos around 6:30 PM. The apparent change in the sun's position from north of the palm to south of it was me taking photos from multiple angles, not any genuine movement of the sun itself. I think that pink-orange arc might be an optical illusion.
I took this next batch of photos at 6:30 PM AZ time, two houses over for the first two, and about half a block north of the house for the other six. I had to move because the sun dropped too far below the horizon to see it over the roof of the houses behind ours. It makes a beautiful scene over the neighbor's Cereus peruvianus.
I took this last set of photos between 6:50PM and 7:15PM AZ time. The sun kept dropping below the horizon faster than I could walk to keep up with it, so I never did get a shot of the eclipse itself. There was a bite out of the upper left arc of the sun by 7:15, and the sunset was a bright neon orange to bright neon pink.
| Sunset, 6:15 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset B, 6:15 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset C, 6:15 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset D, 6:15 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset E, 6:15 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset F, 6:15 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset G, 6:15 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset H, 6:15 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset A, 6:30 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset B, 6:30 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset C, 6:30 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset D, 6:30 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset E, 6:30 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset F, 6:30 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset G, 6:30 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset H, 6:30 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
I took this last set of photos between 6:50PM and 7:15PM AZ time. The sun kept dropping below the horizon faster than I could walk to keep up with it, so I never did get a shot of the eclipse itself. There was a bite out of the upper left arc of the sun by 7:15, and the sunset was a bright neon orange to bright neon pink.
| Sunset A, 6:50 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset B, 6:50 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset C, 7:15 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
| Sunset D, 7:15 PM AZT May 20, 2012 by Jack V. Sage |
Monday, May 7, 2012
Artists and Writers: Create Your Space
Artists and writers both need a workspace that inspires creativity. I share a workspace that faces a big picture window, so it has plenty of natural light during the day. I use a shop light at night, since our floor lamp has seen better days.The laptop sits on a Lifetime folding show table made of molded plastic, and I have a big red core ball for a chair. I have a one-drawer side table at the left end of my shop table, and a corner-style computer desk holds most of our art supplies. The floor lamp sits at the right end of the corner desk, and we have a two-drawer, single-shelf night stand to the right of the floor lamp, holding our acrylic paints, paper and assorted boxes that we pull apart, fold and store until we need them.
A metal display shelf turned on its short side leans against the east wall of the house, providing a place to hang spare eyeglasses, a Valentine's Day rose, tweezers, nail clippers and a few jewelry tools. All the paintbrushes, sponge brushes and clay tools sit in bottles, jars and cocoa containers, waiting for the next project. To the left of the shelf you see an "ideas in progress" area, with notes about ideas that spring up in the middle of other projects. To the left of the picture window you see a mini gallery of finished paintings and a second motivational/idea area.
Clutter piles up over time, which blocks creative flow. Dust makes things feel stale, and balls of paper, cardboard and other assorted bits and pieces build negativity. Once all that trash gets bagged and hauled out, the room has a fresh, vibrant feeling.
A metal display shelf turned on its short side leans against the east wall of the house, providing a place to hang spare eyeglasses, a Valentine's Day rose, tweezers, nail clippers and a few jewelry tools. All the paintbrushes, sponge brushes and clay tools sit in bottles, jars and cocoa containers, waiting for the next project. To the left of the shelf you see an "ideas in progress" area, with notes about ideas that spring up in the middle of other projects. To the left of the picture window you see a mini gallery of finished paintings and a second motivational/idea area.
Clutter piles up over time, which blocks creative flow. Dust makes things feel stale, and balls of paper, cardboard and other assorted bits and pieces build negativity. Once all that trash gets bagged and hauled out, the room has a fresh, vibrant feeling.
| View from my work station. Photo 1 by Jack V. Sage, May 2012 |
| View from my work station. Photo 2 by Jack V. Sage, May 2012 |
| "On the Hunt" Acrylic Wash by Jack V. Sage, Photo 1, May 6, 2012 |
| "On the Hunt" Acrylic Wash by Jack V. Sage, Photo 2, May 6, 2012 |
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