one word vineland: welcoming
virile
new world coming
orange lederhosen
velvet tangerines
take a handful
smell the inner life
let it whet
all your appetites
all of them bon
all of them merry
new world coming
orange lederhosen
velvet tangerines
take a handful
smell the inner life
let it whet
all your appetites
all of them bon
all of them merry
Labels: kerfuffle cakes
posted by murat11 at 4:24 PM
20 Comments:
You are so incredibly prolific in this blog!
I love orange poems, whenever something speaks of tangerine I'm sold :)
DM: I don't know about prolific. A bit like minute rice or instant oatmeal these are: it certainly doesn't feel like effort, more like a quick afternoon rain shower. But, I love the mist.
Never a big fan of orange in the old old daze, but when Tina and I started writing collaborative poems eleven years ago, blue and orange were always creeping in. I love looking at it now.
Hello, Bro. Murat, you are in fine fettle today. I love your virile Vikings approaching Vineland in lederhosen that would befit Sir Elton John. They were welcomed in this land by abundance and plenty, tangerines and other fruits of the vine. They did take a handful, smelled the abundant life in this good land and settled down here for a good, old merry time until a kefuffle with earlier inhabitants made them toast or should we say "shortcakes"?? So what kind of welcome was it really?
The joyous orange devolved into a time of feeling blue, but others (some of them descendants of the original orange-clad virile Vikings) came later and were welcomed and didn't become toast for many hundreds of years... until, well we won't go into that because today is a day of joyous orange and velvety abundant life inside springing up in to a rainbow of happiness.
I like the orange, too: a sweet Clementine surprise every time.
Sister T: I know Vineland easily tips us Viking-way, though Mr. Pynchon himself might have a different new world in mind: I know I did: maybe not in mind, but somewhere in the garage sale. It's these darn brackets of title and label that keep undermining the merry times, but they're just so cute and gosh darn addictive.
Anno: Ah, the clementines: now, those were cooler climes and times.
well my brain had an attack of silly - I pictured oranges with orange legs in a dance line. May have something to do with having just watched Eureka on Scifi and a girl singing "Making Whoopee" in a kareoke bar....
Dee: How can you not have a silly attack? I mean, come on - orange lederhosen? I've been working hard not to make you cry. I think the lederhosen may have done the trick. Welcome back from your day trip.
Success! This definitely did not make me cry! I have to admit to a certain curiosity as to how the word lederhosen arrives in the grey matter and winds it way down to a poem. And kerfuffle?? Maybe the tangerines were soaked in Grand Marnier...velvety smooth and getting merrier by the minute.
"take a handful
smell the inner life
let it whet
all your appetites"
Thanks for the offering, I will indeed
take a handful~
I am enjoying the colors (of yourself) you have been sharing with us lately.
Dee: Mission accomplished! As for the origins of lederhosen and kerfuffles, you are assuming that the synapses in the resident grey matter are somehow connected. These synapses are popcorn in the microwave.
Miz Lee: Thank you: those were my favorite lines in the poem, too.
Well, I have to say this one had so many possiblities that it was hard to know where to go. And I had an interpretation gig early this morning, so my gray matter was in Chinese and not Tesserine. But the picture of virile Vikings in orange lederhosen making jolly with orange fruits of the earth in Vineland put me into a good mood after a blue morning tilting windmills in the halls of bureaucracy, so maybe I was just in an immigration state of mind and immediately thought of a group of early immigrants.
The latter part of the poem is quite good. And after I had posted and gone on to something else, I realized that I had not paid tribute to the notion of taking a handful of orange fecundity and allowing its inner life to whet our appetites, the bon apetits and the merry appetites. There is a lot there in the Tesserine that seems to escape expression in English. But the sentiment is certainly worthy of note.
And I like that your colors are orange and blue and that the brilliant orange virility and fecundity of the lively appetites is tempered by its own kefuffle into your other color of blue. We don't know the light without the contrast of the dark. So your tag reminds us that at the center of this very Yang poem lies the seed of Yin. (And at the heart of the Yin of dark bureaucracy lies a glimmer of the orange of Yang.) So in both our joy and our sorrow, we must be tempered and hold onto that speck of opposite.
Teresa: As you well know by now, multiple takes are de rigeur at this joint. Coltrane, Miles, and Tyner would never play it just one way; your command of Tesserine puts you right up there with those boys in laying down the variations. Not to mention the King of Kerfuffle, the Reverend Fats Waller.
Rereading Take I again, I had one of those instantaneous mind-saults, thinking of your advocacy in the long blue halls of immigration bureaucracy. Who are we kidding, anyway? Immigrants? As you well note, those virile lederfolk were way late to the music long laid down by the Kerfufflers from across the Bering.
I have to give molto props to Austin, the eighth grader who three years ago turned me onto that luffly, fluffly word kerfuffle.
I do love the word Kerfuffle, and I was wondering are "Kefuffle cakes" another Muravian culinary delicacy, something to be eaten with the sacred BCs perhaps?
I have scrolled through your latest music post (props to you for an Yin post with a hint of Yang following this Yang post with a smidgen of Yin), but I'm off to the library for the morning, so I can't do justice to the music till later this afternoon.
Hope your day is a joyful one!
Sister T: I believe Ms Anno's the one to throw down a delicious recipe for Kerfuffle Cakes. She got all the flavas. And favas, too. She's always worth a visit on the scrolldown.
Yes, I thought Neil Yang had to join in the fun. The day is joying right along: hope there's fun in the biblioteca in store for you.
Biblioteca is always fun, particularly on the third Saturday of the month when my book club, now called the Eclectic Readers of Anaheim meets to discuss what we have been reading. We've been holding these monthly discussions since the late 90's. None of us can stand the rigors of all reading the same book, so we pick broad topics that make us stretch just a smidge, but still leave room for comfort reading in any genre. Today's topic: Westerns & Romances. Good friends, books, and lots of good conversation. What more can one ask?
As for Anno's blog, I did check it out and noted the post from the kitchen. I was thinking in the car on the way to the library there perhaps a ritual Kerfuffle Cake needs to be invented. I am of two minds: one is when you are angry and want to START a kerfuffle to clear the air, so maybe you make a hot pepper cake and present it to the offending party. (In junior high we used to make chocolate Ex-lax brownies and present them to hated teachers at the end of the year. I'm thinking the Kerfuffle cake shouldn't be quite so drastic.) The other possibility is a post-Kerfuffle cake that is made through the collaboration of all parties in the original kerfuffle and then enjoyed together as a way of restoring friendship. Maybe the world needs both.
Teresa: Most excellent idea. I'm for the PKC (post-cake), but I can definitely see possibilities for the Throwdown Cake as well: kind of an Anti-King Cake, a la Mardi Gras: instead of the "baby" in the cake, maybe an emblem of the kerfuffle's etiology, just to get things rolling. The one who gets the emblem has to supply the PKC.
Book Club sounds cool. Hopefully, no remaining Episcopalians lurking in the Anaheim streets. Our deputation can now come back to us and lament about what those "liberals" did to them. (Though, I'm happy to say that at least one or two of the deputies on the diocese convention blog - okay, make that one - is/are/is happy about opening the doors.)
So the "are" is because the deputy is one with God???
Teresa: The "are" was just the middle of my tangential brain, going from one deputy (is) to the maybe two deputies (are) back to, no, it's really just one by my count (is). Grammar, not theology, on this one.
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