Friday 6 December 2013

Musical poetry

All those places I have found, 
birds go flying at the speed of sound to show you how it all began, 
birds came flying from the underground if you see then you'll understand, 
if you could see then you'll understand...
 ripples in the rock pools, ripples in the sea, 
ripples in the sand dunes rolling into Connemara... 
my hand in your hand and my hand in your hand in my hand and your hand in my hand... 
so tell me what you want what you really, really want...
 I can show the world shining shimmering splendid, 
tell me princess now when did you last let your heart decide?... 
take me away on a song sung at evening on a tune whispered softly at dawn... 
what did the fox say?!... 
unbreakable like nothing could go wrong, now I can't breathe, now I can't sleep I'm barely hanging on....

Quiddity

To begin this blog I thought I'd introduce you to my favourite word and its namesake, quiddity. I love this word - when I first read it I felt that I had been searching for it my whole life

Quiddity

/ˈkwɪdɪti/
noun
noun: quiddity; plural noun: quiddities

           1.
  the inherent nature or essence of someone or something
           2. a distinctive feature; a peculiarity.
               "his quirks and quiddities