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Saturday, July 11, 2009

The Reformation of Wolfshausen

Teil Acht-und-Zwanzig
To hear this week's episode promenade past the Beech trees.

Or, to read this week's episode, scurry under oak.



The story so far is here.

Have a good week, y'all. Waking Ambrose will return, Insha'llah, on July 24.

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Friday, July 10, 2009

Humorist

HUMORIST, n. A plague that would have softened down the hoar austerity of Pharaoh's heart and persuaded him to dismiss Israel with his best wishes, cat-quick.
Lo! the poor humorist, whose tortured mind
See jokes in crowds, though still to gloom inclined —
Whose simple appetite, untaught to stray,
His brains, renewed by night, consumes by day.
He thinks, admitted to an equal sty,
A graceful hog would bear his company.
—Alexander Poke
2009 Update: An entertainer who laughs on the platform and dances beneath the scaffold, hanging on his own every word.

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Thursday, July 09, 2009

Hearer

HEARER, n. A person who finds in the remarks of a public speaker something singularly stimulating to thought about his own affairs.

2009 Update: The speaker, at times.

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Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Poetic License

I saw a woman on the street
With a large basket on her head.
She held the basket straight and neat
And here is what I said:

"You tote your burden lightly.
Your neck must be strong, I say-
I'm curious, just slightly,
What's worth carrying all day?"

"I keep the basket perched there,
As I walk from north to south,
To keep the news that people share
From nesting in my mouth."

GOSSIP, n. Scandal camouflaged in the industry of a neighbor. The idle approach to sin.
Happy birthday to G
Programming note: Due to an impromptu and late-planned vacation, Waking Ambrose will be idle after the story posts Saturday until Monday, July 20th.

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Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Hurry

HURRY, n. The dispatch of bunglers.

2009 Update: The American approach to recreation, inebriation and leisure.

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Monday, July 06, 2009

Halo

HALO, n. Properly, a luminous ring encircling an astronomical body, but not infrequently confounded with "aureola," or "nimbus," a somewhat similar phenomenon worn as a head-dress by divinities and saints. The halo is a purely optical illusion, produced by moisture in the air, in the manner of a rainbow; but the aureola is conferred as a sign of superior sanctity, in the same way as a bishop's mitre, or the Pope's tiara. In the painting of the Nativity, by Szedgkin, a pious artist of Pesth, not only do the Virgin and the Child wear the nimbus, but an ass nibbling hay from the sacred manger is similarly decorated and, to his lasting honor be it said, appears to bear his unaccustomed dignity with a truly saintly grace.

2009 Update: The distinctive evacuation of context that makes tolerable the innocence of a saint.

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Saturday, July 04, 2009

The Reformation of Wolfshausen

Teil Sieben-und-Zwanzig
To hear this week's episode read by Terry and- wait for it- Bear, click on the stylish merchants of Germany.

Or, to read this week's episode, click on the shore-left sailor.


The story so far is here.

Happy Fourth of July, all.

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Friday, July 03, 2009

Looking Glass

LOOKING-GLASS, n. A vitreous plane upon which to display a fleeting show for man's disillusion given.
The King of Manchuria had a magic looking-glass, whereon whoso looked saw, not his own image, but only that of the king. A certain courtier who had long enjoyed the king's favor and was thereby enriched beyond any other subject of the realm, said to the king: "Give me, I pray, thy wonderful mirror, so that when absent out of thine august presence I may yet do homage before thy visible shadow, prostrating myself night and morning in the glory of thy benign countenance, as which nothing has so divine splendor, O Noonday Sun of the Universe!"

Please with the speech, the king commanded that the mirror be conveyed to the courtier's palace; but after, having gone thither without apprisal, he found it in an apartment where was naught but idle lumber. And the mirror was dimmed with dust and overlaced with cobwebs. This so angered him that he fisted it hard, shattering the glass, and was sorely hurt. Enraged all the more by this mischance, he commanded that the ungrateful courtier be thrown into prison, and that the glass be repaired and taken back to his own palace; and this was done. But when the king looked again on the mirror he saw not his image as before, but only the figure of a crowned ass, having a bloody bandage on one of its hinder hooves — as the artificers and all who had looked upon it had before discerned but feared to report. Taught wisdom and charity, the king restored his courtier to liberty, had the mirror set into the back of the throne and reigned many years with justice and humility; and one day when he fell asleep in death while on the throne, the whole court saw in the mirror the luminous figure of an angel, which remains to this day.
2009 Update: The portal by which Alice enters a strange and mythical world. Most Alices, in fact.
(Present company excepted, of course. Our Alice enters by graduate school.)

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Thursday, July 02, 2009

Laocoön

LAOCOÖN, n. A famous piece of antique scripture sculpture representing a priest of that name and his two sons in the folds of two enormous serpents. The skill and diligence with which the old man and lads support the serpents and keep them up to their work have been justly regarded as one of the noblest artistic illustrations of the mastery of human intelligence over brute inertia.

2009 Update: A Trojan priest wise enough to warn his comrades against Greeks bearing gifts but impetuous enough to father two sons. For their lesser incaution, the Trojans were punished with death but allowed to retain some dignity.

Update: Good eye, Jim. The slip, however Freudian, isn't mine. I copied and pasted from The online Devil's Dictionary and missed the error you caught. I checked the book and Bierce is also innocent.

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Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Freedom

What is freedom?

Is it liberal elbow room at the knees?
The remembered duty to prune and plant trees?
Or treatment for every possible form of disease?

A coherent social safety net?
Ten to one odds on even a sure bet?
Models wearing wisps, modest but wet?

Caveat emptor in all of your commerce?
Or thick men with guns watching your purse?
Is it days that grow longer, more freighted and worse?

Is it safety in offering all of your views?
Sympathy from the judge for your fears and your blues?
Or something silly each day on the six o'clock news?

Does it mean every child learns to count and to spell?
If freedom means one thing and means that thing well,
The philosophers, poets and prigs must all be in hell.
-James Madison Garvey

CONSTRAINED, n. Seated near the center for a liberty lecture.

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