And here is the Wannaskan Almanac for Word-Wednesday, April 17, 2019, the 16th Wednesday of the year, the 107th day of the year, with 258 days remaining; brought to you by Poopy Dup: The Puppy Poo Composter. Contact Jack Pine Savage for de tails.
Nordhem Lunch: Hot Turkey Plate
Earth/Moon Almanac for April 17, 2019
Sunrise: 6:29am; Sunset: 8:17pm; 3 minutes, 25 seconds more daylight today
Moonrise: 6:07pm; Moonset: 6:08am, waxing gibbous
Be glad the Earth rotates; it really makes your day.
Temperature Almanac for April 17, 2019
Average Record Today
High 52 78 49
Low 29 13 35
April 17 Celebrations from National Day Calendar
Nordhem Lunch: Hot Turkey Plate
Earth/Moon Almanac for April 17, 2019
Sunrise: 6:29am; Sunset: 8:17pm; 3 minutes, 25 seconds more daylight today
Moonrise: 6:07pm; Moonset: 6:08am, waxing gibbous
Be glad the Earth rotates; it really makes your day.
Temperature Almanac for April 17, 2019
Average Record Today
High 52 78 49
Low 29 13 35
April 17 Celebrations from National Day Calendar
- National Bat Appreciation Day
- National Ellis Island Family History Day
- National Cheeseball Day
- National Haiku Poetry Day
April 17 Riddle
What should the captain do if he learned that the ship has no more eggs?*
April 17 Pun
I didn’t used to think wearing orthopedic shoes would help, but I stand corrected.
April 17 Punctuation Point
In honor of National Haiku Poetry Day, today’s Punctuation Point is a relevant haiku by Joyce Clement.
Birds Punctuate the Days
apostrophe
the nuthatch inserts itself
between feeder and pole
semicolon
two mallards drifting
one dunks for a snail
ellipses
a mourning dove
lifts off
asterisk
a red-eyed vireo catches
the crane fly midair
comma
a down feather
bobs between waves
exclamation point
wren on the railing
takes notice
colon
mergansers paddle toward
morning trout swirl
em dash
at dusk a wild goose
heading east
question mark
the length of silence
after a loon’s call
period
one blue egg all summer long
now gone
April 17 Notable Historic Events, Literary or Otherwise, from On This Day
- 1387 Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales characters begin their pilgrimage to Canterbury.
- 1397 Geoffrey Chaucer tells the Canterbury Tales for the first time at the court of English King Richard II.
- 1534 Sir Thomas More confined in the Tower of London.
- 1907 Ellis Island, New York records 11,745 immigrants.
- 1622 Henry Vaughan, English poet.
- 1774 Vaclav Jan Krtitel Tomasek, Czech composer.
- 1699 Robert Blair, Scottish poet.
- 1897 Thornton Wilder.
- 1937 Daffy Duck.
- 1954 Rowdy Roddy Piper, Canadian professional wrestler.
Words-I-Looked-Up-This-Week Writer's Challenge
Make a single sentence (or poem) from the following words:
- acronical: of the rising or setting of a celestial object.
- bumfuzzle: to deceive, confuse, or astound (a person or group); to bamboozle, bewilder.
- exigent: requiring immediate aid or action.
- hinky: dishonest, suspect, or unreliable.
- mopery: the action of committing a minor or petty offense such as loitering.
- operose: involving or displaying a lot of effort.
- oxter: a person's armpit. [Scottish; Northern English]
- paludal: (of a plant, animal, or soil) living or occurring in a marshy habitat.
- punnet: a small light basket or other container for fruit or vegetables.
- sprunking: the action of beautifying or adorning oneself.
April 17 Word-Wednesday Feature
Haiku
It’s National Haiku Poetry Day. Haiku is a traditional form of Japanese poetry, where a poem has 3 lines and 17 syllables: the first and last lines of a haiku have 5 syllables and the middle line has 7 syllables. The lines rarely rhyme. Haiku emphasizes simplicity, intensity, and directness, most often capturing moments in natural settings. These characteristics make haiku the least of intimidating poetic forms for the metrophobic.
Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) is among the greatest Japanese haiku poets. Here are three of his best:
An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again.
Autumn moonlight-
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.
In the twilight rain
these brilliant-hued hibiscus -
A lovely sunset.
Write your own haiku today. If you’re feeling adventurous, create your own haiku from the Words-I-Looked-Up-This-Week Writer's Challenge list this week, should you come across such a naturally inspired moment.
From A Year with Rilke, April 17 Entry
Ever Again, from Uncollected Poems.
Ever again, though we’ve learned the landscape of love
and the lament in the churchyard’s names
and the terrible, silent abyss where the others have fallen;
ever again we walk out, two together,
under the ancient trees, ever again find a place
among wildflowers, under heaven’s gaze.
or in haiku form
Ever and again,
though we have learned love’s landscape
and the lament in
the names of the churchyards
and the terrible, silent
abyss where others
have fallen; ever
again we too walk out, two
together, under
the ancient trees,
ever again find a place
among wildflowers,
under heaven’s gaze.
Be better than yesterday, learn a new word today, try to stay out of trouble - at least until tomorrow, and write when you have the time.
Lay to.*
ReplyDeleteA Poem in Honor of Daffy Duck's 82nd Birthday
As acromical sunrays spread over the marsh,
Friend Daff heard a sound that struck him as harsh.
Said Mrs D, "You think you're a rake.
"To me you're just a broken down drake.
"You spend all your days down at the Opry.
"You need to divest yourself of such mopery.
"I've wanted some kids, but our nest's a punnet, a sieve.
"Any duckings I'd hatch, they never would live.
"We need to get operose, no more bumfuzzling.
"This paludal lifestyle to me is so puzzling.
"Flap your oxters my boy, lay of off of your sprunkin'
"Fly down to Menards, don't stop for a Dunkin'
"We'll get rid of this old nest, hinky-dink,
"And build us a beauty, I really do think.
"When it's done, it's exigent you get near to me.
"I surely do hope you're the duck that you used to be."
Acromical: dawn and dusk
Mopery: venial sin
Punnet: leaky basket
Operose: energetic
Bumfuzzle: bamboozle
Paludal: Marshfield
Oxter: armpit
Sprunking: dolling up
Hinky: rinky
Exigent: getting it on
To which, Mr. D replies in a line-by-line fashion:
ReplyDeleteI’m going cuckoo, woo hoo.
Ha Ha, it is to laugh.
I can’t help it, I’m a greedy slob.
Watch it, Bub!
That’s dis-dis-dis-disgusting!
Oh no. Not again.
Wait! I haven’t tried toadying, kowtowing and butt-kissing yet! I’m still begging here!
And it hasn’t been the same without you. Although it’s been eerily similar.
I can’t stand pain, it hurts me!
Yikes, and away!
I know, I know, but I can only do it once.
Help me, please.
Of course, you realize this means war.
Consequences, schmonsequences.
Yah! Whose birthday is it anyway?!
DeleteDueling poets. Word-lover schmoettes.
ReplyDelete