Lizard Lattiuce

Me, pro.  The objectionable case of I.  The personal pronoun in English has three cases, the dominative, the objectionable and the oppressive.  Each is all three.

Lacy Open-work

Yesterday, n.  The infancy of youth, the youth of manhood, the entire past of age.

But yesterday I should have thought me blest

To stand high-pinnacled upon the peak

Of middle life and look adown the bleak

And unfamiliar foreslope to the West,

Where solemn shadows all the land invest

And stilly voices, half-remembered, speak

Unfinished prophecy, and witch-fires freak

The haunted twilight of the Dark of Rest.

Yea, yesterday my soul was all aflame

To stay the shadow on the dial's face

At manhood's noonmark! Now, in God His name

I chide alloud the little interspace

Disparting me from Certitude, and fain

Would know the drieam and vision ne'er again.

Baruch Arnegriff.

It is said that in his last illness the poet Arnegriff was attended at different times by seven doctors.

Simple Garter-Stitch Lace

Pessimism, n.  A philosophy forced upon the convictions of the observer by the disheartening prevalence of the optimist with his scarecrow hope and his unsightly smile.

Mock-Rib Checks

Peace, n.  In international affairs, a period of cheating between two periods of fighting.

O, what's the loud uproar assailing

Mine ears without cease?

'Tis the voice of the hopeful, all-hailing

The horrors of peace.

ah, Peace Universol; the woo it--

Would marry it, too.

If only they knew how to do it

'Twere easy to do.

They're working by night and by day

On their problem, like moles.

Have mercy, O Heave, I preay,

On their meddlesome souls!

Ro Amil.

Castle Books Devil's Dictionary of Ambrose Bierce

Purse Stitch

Critic, n.      A person who boasts himself hard to please because nobody tries to please him.

  There is a land of pure delights,

Beyond the Jordan's flood,

Where saints, apparelled all in white,

Fling back the critics' mud.

And as he legs it through the skies,

His pelt a sable hue,

He sorrows sore to recognize 

The missiles that he threw.

                        Orrin Goof.

http://books.google.com/books/about/The_Devil_s_Dictionary.html?id=xynV2AEAOS0C

Blainket Moss-Stitch

Optimist, n.  A proponent of the doctrine that black is white.
                     A pessimist applied to God for relief.
                     "Ah, you wish me to restore your hope and cheerfulness,"
                     said God.  "No," replied the petitioner, "I wish you to create      
                     something that would justify them."
                     "The world is all created," said God, "but you haven't over-
                     looked something--mortality of the optimist."

http://books.google.com/books/about/The_Devil_s_Dictionary.html?id=xynV2AEAOS0C

Star-Stitch Pattern

--continuation of Pearl

                 verse translation XVII

As John the apostle saw it of old
I saw the city beyond the stream,
Jerusalem the new and fair to behold,
Sent down from heaven by powere supreme.
The streets were paved with precious gold,
As flawless pure as glass agleam,
Based on bright gems of worth untold,
Foundation-stones twelvefold in team;
And set in series without a seam,
Each level was a single stone,
As he beheld it in sacred dream
In Apocalypse, the apostle John.

As John had named them in writ divine
Each stone in order by name I knew;
Jasper was the first in line;
At the lowest level it came in view;
Green ingrained I saw it shine.
The second was the sapphire blue;

The Clear chalcedony, rare and fine,
Was third in degree in order due,
The fourth the emerald green of hue;
Sardonyx fifth was set thereon;
The sixth the ruby he saw ensue
In Apocalypse, the apostle John.

To these John joined the chrysolite,
The seventh in that foundation's face;
The eighth the beryl clear and white,
The twin-hued topaz ninth to trace;
The chrysoprase tenth in order right;
Jacinth held the eleventh place;
The twelfth, the amethyst most of might,
The jasper walls above that base
Like lustrous glass to gaze upon;
I knew them all by his every phrase
In Apocalypse, the apostle John.

As John had written, so I was ware
How broad and steep was each great tier
As long as broad as high foursquare
The city towered on twelvefold pier.
The streets like glass in brilliance bare,
The walls like sheen on parchment sheer;
The dwellings all with gemstones rate
Arrayed in radiance far and near.
The sides of that perimeter
Twelve thousand furlongs spanned, 
each one;
Length, breadth, and height were measured there
Before his eyes, the apostle John.

Diagonal Rib 2

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight; Pearle

     verse translations

Marie Borroff

Symbolism and Theme

Eternity is not perpetual duration, "longer than" time; it is the absence of time.  So too with the worth of the heavenly pearl.  It is not "greater than" the worth of anything on earth; it is absolute, literally "beyond measure."  Nearer and farther, earlier and later, lower and higher, less and more--all are interdependent manifestations of a dimensional mode of being in which men, under the governance of changing fortune, move toward certain death.  "We look before and after, And pine for what is not."

                    

Arrowhead Lace

The Devil's  Dictionary
   Bierce            Castle Books

ART, n.  This word has no definition.  Its origin is related as follows by the ingenious Father Gassalasca Jape, S.J.

            One day a wag--what would the wretch be at?--
            Shifted a letter of the cipher RAT,
            And said it was a god's name!  Straight arose
            Fantastic priests and postulants (with shows,
            And mysteries, and mummeries, and hymns,
            And disputations dire that lamed their limbs)
            To serve his temple and maintain the fires,
            Expound the law, manipulate the wires.
            Amazed, the populace the rites attend,
            Believe whate'er they cannot comprehend,
            And, inly edified to learn that two
            Half-hairs joined so and so (as Art can do)
            Have sweeter values and a grace more fit
            Than Nature's hairs that never have been split,
            Bring cates and wines for sacrificial feasts,
            And sell their garments to support the priests.

ARTLESSNESS, n.  A certain engaging quality to which women attain by long study and severe practice upon the admiring maile, who is pleased to fancy it resembles the candid simplicity of his young.

Climbing Leaf Patter

Castle Books
The Devil's Dictionary                           
                            Pierce

Tariff, n. A scale of taxes on imports, designed to protect the domestic producer against the greed of his sonsumer. (consumer)

The Enemy of Human Souls
Sat grieving at the cost of coals;
For Hell had been annexed of late,
And was a sovereighn Southern State.

"It were no more than right," said he,
"That I should get my fuel free.
The duty, neither just nor wise,
Compels me to economize--
Whereby my broilers, (brothers) every one,
Are execrably underdone.
What would they have?--although I yearn
To do them nicely to a turn,
I can't afford an honest heat.
This tariff makes even devils cheat!
I'm ruined, and my humble trade
All rascals may at will invade:

Beneath my nose the public press
Outdoes me in sulphureousness;
The bar ingeniously applies
To my undoing my own lies;
My medicines the doctors use
(Albeit vainly) to refuse

To me my fair and rightful prey
And keep their own in shape to pay;
The preachers by example teach
What, scorning to perform, I preach;
And statesmen, aping me, all make 
More promises that they can break.

Against such competition I 
Lift up a disregarded cry.
Since all ignore my just complaint,
By Hokey-Pokey! I'll turn saint!"

Now, the Republicans, who all
Are saints, began at once to bawl
Against her competition; so 
There was a devil of a go!
They locked horns with her, tete-a-tete
In acrimonious debate,
Till Democrats, forlorn and lone,

Had hopes of coming by their own.
That evil to avert, in haste
The two belligerents embraced;
But since 'twere wicked to relax
A title of the Sacred Tax,
'Twas finally agreed to grant 
The bold Insurgent-presbyterean,
A bounty on each soul that fell
Into his ineffectual Hell.
                                                                                                          Edam Smith
                                                                                                           Nov.2011

                                        

NUNS AT SEA

Helen Bevington
'A Change of Sky?'

Three nuns were aboard the Mauretania
Together, three aloof, psed modestly
Against the painted ship with orange funnels--

Three silent figures, dark and motionless,
Nuns in the sun, nuns on the glittering ocean,
Arrange to lull us to tranquillity.

Yet lying in my deck chair, wondering idly
Why the three ought to look more meaningful,
Not shadows in a seascape, restful merely,
I realized that in oils or water color
They would acquire, at once, a grave significance,
Mystic, profound, symbolic, melancholy.

Stuffed Cheesy Biscuits!

Unlike pizza they aren't very good the next day.

Quite simple really.  Heres the recipe;  Cook the ingredients that you want stuffed and then make the biscuit mix.  I used Marie Callendar's, it calls for only a half cup of milk.  I cut that in half with butter.
Fried bacon, onion, mushroom, corn, and broccoli.  Made sour-cream ranch spread and used monterey jack cheese and sharp.
Roll out the biscuit mix like dough into a ball, it will make 4 small stuffed cheesy biscuits or 3 large ones.  (stuff it really good because the biscuit-dough will hold it)  Milk wash with sesame seeds gives it an official look! See? It's always, no I don't! (video game)

Lacy Zigzag "She Never Say's No It Isn't!"

Discoveries and Opinions of Galileo
Sunspot Letters
Translated with an Introduction and Notes by
Stillman Drake


Introduction: Third Part  XVII
With the publication of the Letters on Sunspots the period of Galileo's most famed discoveries drew to a close, to be succeeded by one in which his even more famous opinions became the subject of violent and widespread controversy.  Ostensibly this battle was waged over the Copernican system;
in reality it was fought over the right of a scientist to teach and defend his scientific beliefs.  The real issue was perfectly clear to Galileo at all times, as it was to some of the theologians who were soon to decide the contest against him.  But by his avowed enemies in the church it seems never to have been understood at all.  To their minds Galileo was attacking the church; to his own mind he was protecting it from the commission of a fatal error.  In place of the contempt Galileo felt toward his adversaries in science,  he showed rage and indignation against his religious opponents.  Ignorant men were powerless to injure science, but they could seriously damage the church.  In order to prevent such a calamity Galileo undertook a struggle which involved him in grave personal danger, while his enemies acted not only in complete safety but even with a prospect of gaining glory.

December 16, 1611

"My friends call me Stacey..."

Poem by Stacey M. Peter

..Gratitude...

..1  That I can tell time
..2   Haveing had...
..3   Physical pain
..4   Mental pain
..5   Emotional pain
..6   Laughter
..7   Tears
..8   Understanding
..9   Singing
.10  Dancing
.11  Reading
.12  Writing
.13  Touching
.14  Loving
.15  Liking
.16  Hating
.17  Grossing
.18  Sharing
.19  Not sharing
.20  Let go & Let God...
.21  Holidays, anniversarys, Life changing events...
.22  Care & ing
.23  Spell Hamlet
.24  Harde
.25  Easy
.26  Nikon Coolpix P510 camera
.27  New clothes...
.28  New shoes...
.29  Temporal vs spiritual...
.30  Poetree...
.31  Art...
     ..I can't, we can, change the past with the future...!

Open-Check Stitch

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,
     Had a wife and couldn't keep her,
 He put her in a pumpkin-shell;
     And there he kept her very-well,
Because he broke her neck.
     
Peter, Peter pumpkin-eater,
     Spyed another wife;
      And cased to keep her.
Peter, Peter pumpkin-eater;
     Learned to read and spell,
And then he didn't love her very-well.

Horizontal Herringbone

from The Exstasy
John Donne

Where like a pillow on a bed,
     A pregnant bank swelled up to rest
The violet's reclining head,
     Sat we two, one another's best.
Our hands were firmly cemented
     With a fast balm, which thence did spring.
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
     Our eyes upon one double string;
So to'intergraft our hands, as yet
     Was all the means to make us one;
And pictures in our eyes to get
     Was all our propagation.
As 'twixt two equal armies, Fate
     Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls (which to advance their state,
     Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
     We like sepulchral statues lay;
All the day the same our postures were,
     And we said nothing all the day.

Herringbone

Shakespeare 'Measure for Measure'

(1.iv.5); the Duke disguises himself as a Friar, exercising the divine privileges of his office towards Juliet, Barnardine, Claudio, Pompey.  We hear of "the consecrated fount oa league below the city"  (IV.iii.99). The thought of death's eternal damnation, which is prominent in Hamlet, recurs in Claudio's speech:
Ay, but to die and go we know not where;
To lie in Cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendant world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts
Imagine howling: 'tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear in death.
                                               (III.i.118-32)

Open-Weave Panel Creacion! Magnifique!

'Preztel'
John Donne
from The Exstasy

If any, so by love refined
     That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
     Within convenient distance stood,
He (though he knew not which soul spake,
     Because both meant, both spake the same)
Might thence a new concoction take,
     And part far purer than he came.
This exstasy doth unperplex,
     We said, and tell us what we love;
We see by this it was not sex;
     We see we saw not what did move;
But as all several souls contain
     Mixture of things, they know not what,
Love these mixed souls doth mix again,
     And makes both one, each this and that.

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'Peanut'
John Donne
from a lecture upon the Shadow

Except our loves at this noon stay,
We shall new shadows make the other way.
As the first were made to blind
Others, these which come behind
Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.
If our loves faint and westwardly decline,
To me thou falsely thine
And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.
The morning shadows wear away,
But these grow longer all the day,
But, oh, love's day is short if love decay.

Love is a growing or full constant light,
And his first minute after noon is night.

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Rosalynde
'As You Like It' William Shakespeare
Sonetto
Of all chaste birds  the Phoenix doth excell,
Of all strong beast the lion bears the bell,
Of all sweet flowers the rose doth sweetest smell,
Of all fair maids my Rosalynde is fairest.

Of all pure metals gold is only purest,
Of all high trees the pine hath highest crest,
Of all soft sweets I like my mistress' breast,
Of all chaste thoughts my mistress' thoughts are rarest.

Of all proud birds the eagle pleaseth Hove,
Of pretty fowls kind Venus likes the dove,
Of trees Minerva doth the olive love,
Of all sweet nymphs I honour Rosalynde.

Of all her gifts her wisdom pleaseth most,
Of all her graces virtue she doth boast:
For all thse gifts my life and joy is lost,
If Rosalynde prove cruel and unkind.

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"My friends call me Loren"  2010
Proverbs 3:56

The Real Magic Is About To Begin

At some point in the journey, we may become tired, weary and confused, homesick.  All the mountains, the scenery, the food, the people, the experiences just don't do it for us anymore.  We want to go home.
     What am I doing here?  We wonder.
     Nothing worthwhile is happening.
Yet another part of us knows the truth and whispers.
Yes Something is Happening.  Something Worthwhile.
Feeling homesick is part of the journey.
It can mean we've reached a turning point.
When we get to that place, a friend once said it means
The Journey Has Really Began.
Stay present for yourself and all your emotions. You've worked through so much. Dont' stop now.
Getting through this place, this point will turn your life around, You've learned and grown, you've worked so hard Healing Your Heart and cleansing your soul. Your spiritual growth has been profound. But until now, all the work you've done has been to prepare you for where you are going .
You've seen only a little of what life has to offer. You're about to walk through a door. Now that Your Hear Is Open, you'll see, touch and know even more of life's wonders. It's the reward for where you have been. Keep feeling your feelings and trusting your Guidance.
Let the magic begin..............