Thursday, November 7, 2019

She's a Member of Mensa Society...

And this is what SHE had to say
about a certain somebody!


"... Let’s take a look at Trump. Was he a child prodigy in any area? Last I checked, narcissism wouldn’t be included. In fact, Trump’s grades were pretty much average...
    Biographer, Gwenda Blair, wrote in 2001 that Trump was admitted to Wharton on a special favor from a “friendly” admissions officer. The officer had known Trump’s older brother, Freddy. People with IQ’s of over 200 are not admitted to any college 'as a favor' for someone... 
They are sought out by colleges

and universities around the world!

In fact, to the contrary of people with high IQ’s, Trump does not read. He has information and the news read to him, or presented in some sort of audio manner. Plus look at his vocabulary… it’s around a third-grade level".
No, Trump is nowhere near the 203 he boasts about, and I don’t believe he even cracks 100. But hey, just like his tax returns, he’ll never show us any documents to support his supposed 'massive IQ' ".


Thursday, October 3, 2019

'TEN' REPRESENTS THE MONTH OF OCTOBER

October
BY ROBERT FROST


              O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;


Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.




Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.


Sunday, September 22, 2019

Monday, August 12, 2019

AND 'FLY' SHE SURELY DID!



My tribute to Toni Morrison
(and her most memorable quotes)



... There is really nothing more to say-except 'why'. But since why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in 'how'.


At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it... It is enough...




"And I am all the things I have ever loved: scuppernong wine, cool baptisms in silent water, dream books and number playing"... 

Anger … it’s a paralyzing emotion … you can’t get anything done. People sort of think it’s an interesting, passionate, and igniting feeling – I don’t think it’s any of that – it’s helpless … it’s absence of control –

I have no use for it whatsoever.

"He looked at her face in the mirror and
was reminded of days at sea when water
looked like sky".


B. 2-18-1931

D. 8-5-2019

R.I.P.  (gentle poet)

"She is imperturbable, articulate, magisterial, satiny, wise. She makes no apologies for her work, her honors, her offerings..."