whelm |(h)welm|
verb [with obj.] archaic or literary
engulf, submerge, or bury (someone or something): a swimmer whelmed in a raging storm.
• [no obj.] flow or heap up abundantly: the brook whelmed up from its source.
noun archaic or literary
an act or instance of flowing or heaping up abundantly; a surge: the whelm of the tide.
ORIGIN Middle English: representing an Old English form parallel to hwelfan ‘overturn (a vessel).’
Found On the Way to Someplace Else
V — NaPoWriMo
I try to keep politics out of the blogspace here, but sometimes you just gotta take the laughs where you can. Today I was toodling along, listening to the radio when there appears former Governor George Pataki being interviewed on WAMC. Apparently once again he’s doing the mysterious “am I running for President?” thing where he noises about awhile (half-heartedly and shyly going to primary states and then not doing well in polls or anything else), probably hoping that the party will say “oh George, we need you – we can’t run these other guys – will you help us out?” “Awww shucks, I wasn’t going to run but since you need me, sure.”
Anyway, there he is, getting asked very good questions by a seasoned reporter and he’s doing a pretty good job describing himself as a Conservative, wanting-less-government Republican and she asks “what do you make of the current declared candidates and the ones that are considered the front-runners?” and he says
“You know, I think there’s a tremendous depth of quality in the Republican field this year…”
At this point I am yelling at the radio – Oh George, way to blow your own cred! You’re going to describe those whacks collectively as “a tremendous depth of quality”??? Really? You’re crazier than you seem!
But then I realized that “depth of quality” is five syllables, so who am I to argue with a free gift?
Which brings me to my humble offerings for tonight’s haiku brought to you by the letter V, in a few different ways. Thanks for all the good material. I enjoyed the interview, seriously. And I’m thinking of working ‘depth of quality’ into my day to day convos.
I, a voter, laughed!
George said his party had a
“depth of quality”I can’t verify
that George Patiki will run
just that he hopes to.George keeps on hoping
in the clinch he’ll get the nod
but voters say, “who?”
Billsville Book Sale
Also known as the huge annual book sale which benefits the Milne Library in Williamstown. Yeah yeah yeah, I know I didn’t need any books. Need… want… books… Books that followed me home and why.
From The Elements of Lettering, Chapter One, “Theoretical Elements, The General Problem”
13. WHOLE AND PARTS. Things are made up of parts, and the parts of a perfect thing are perfect also, and perfectly related to one another. Whether we realize perfection as Goodness, as Truth, or as Beauty, the proposition stands. A thing is not good unless its parts, and their arrangement, contribute to its usefulness. And a true thing is made up of parts which share its genuineness. So also with Beauty. A beautiful thing is made up of admirable parts, admirably arranged. The goodness, the truth, and the beauty of whole things cannot be achieved, if these aspects of perfection are not achieved also in the parts of which they are built. — John Howard Benson and Arthur Graham Carey, McGraw-Hill Book Co. 1950
Day 24 — NaPoWriMo
Across the afternoon
we took turns holding
out our cupped hands full
of this pain or
that disappointment
pouring out that which
we’ve told ourselves
and others
and the years
and now each other,
perhaps again,
and we listen and
take turns holding
out our cupped hands
to take, most gently,
a friend’s pain and fear
news barely speakable
history still being deciphered
futures yet unknown.
At parting our cupped hands
are still full of it all
this uncertain life,
lightened by pouring it
back and forth
across life’s table.
U — NaPoWriMo
I apparently couldn’t stick with a single U-word today so you have a choice.
Undeniably,
we’re all living in the great
state of denial.Living in umbrage
the light pokes our universe
so we’ll remember.In deep cool umbrage
at the edge, the light’s promise
causes me to blink.In understanding
we can find the beginning
of loving kindness.



