tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post5344454021187863371..comments2024-03-28T22:15:17.067-05:00Comments on Every goddamn day: 03/29/24: Ravenswood Notes: Five Years NorthNeil Steinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11468057838260476480noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-81934863407880121262022-01-24T05:42:07.648-06:002022-01-24T05:42:07.648-06:00As a retired paramedic, I focused on the woman in ...As a retired paramedic, I focused on the woman in the ambulance whose heart bloomed through her coat. I never could conjure an image so I was stuck there. <br />You and Plath have interesting and credible interpretations. <br />Thank you. Leshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16679840606511726447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-41997632711457131742022-01-23T13:32:44.956-06:002022-01-23T13:32:44.956-06:00I found the same thing, Caren, but I've never ...I found the same thing, Caren, but I've never heard of that outfit before. They, too, said that Jewish people had also asked them to stop calling the plant by the old name. Okay, whatever. I never heard the new name, until you used it. I learn so much from EGD. It's my window to the world.<br /><br />When my first wife didn't water our green-and-purple hanging plants, they began turning brown and dying off, so that was when I watered the hell out of them, and practically drowned them. I suppose they rotted away.<br /><br />My present wife also had what she called a "brown thumb"...and she killed off all her houseplants, same as my first wife did. So we've had no greenery in our house for the last three decades. I don't think big hanging plants are as popular as they used to be. People are now too busy, and don't want the extra work. Sad, because plants (like cats) make a house feel more like a home. But maybe they were just another passing fad.Grizz 65https://www.blogger.com/profile/02892702223228764894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-89676818431569560922022-01-23T10:39:52.998-06:002022-01-23T10:39:52.998-06:00Very nice. I did not know. Very nice. I did not know. Carenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15948322374348472360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-84679259682770976732022-01-23T10:39:42.858-06:002022-01-23T10:39:42.858-06:00Thank you for that history! A few Jewish neighbors...Thank you for that history! A few Jewish neighbors and friends have asked me to stop calling them Wandering Jews, and so I have complied. <br /><br />As far as keeping them alive, I learned the hard way that they might rot if you water the root directly, but the soil likes to be moist & the leaves misted.<br /><br />As far as the why for the name change, I found this: "But further research revealed ‘Wandering Jew’ to be connected to an apocryphal myth, one that has been used to justify anti-Semitism since at least the 13th century." https://bloomboxclub.com/blogs/news/why-were-no-longer-using-the-name-wandering-jewCarenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15948322374348472360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-65080786421772691512022-01-23T00:24:37.654-06:002022-01-23T00:24:37.654-06:00Poppies will sometimes bloom twice a year when car...Poppies will sometimes bloom twice a year when cared for properly. This can occur all the way into fall.FMEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06829632906445535928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-85801341161342650942022-01-22T21:30:39.327-06:002022-01-22T21:30:39.327-06:00The Wandering Jew is a mythical immortal man whose...The Wandering Jew is a mythical immortal man whose legend began to spread in Europe in the 13th century. In the original legend, a Jew who taunted Jesus on the way to the Crucifixion was then cursed to walk the Earth until the Second Coming. Sometimes he is said to be a shoemaker or other tradesman, while sometimes he is the doorman at the estate of Pontius Pilate. [Wikipedia]<br /><br />A second definition? A person who "never settles down."<br /><br />The third...and most well-known? "A tender trailing tradescantia, typically having striped leaves which are suffused with purple."<br /><br />So when did the commonly-used name for the plant become politiclly incorrect? Who changed it to "Wandering Dude"...and why?<br /><br />I guess this boychik is really out-of-touch these days, what with being a geezer and all.<br /><br />I had them for many years, originating from a single cutting, in various apartments. it was during the time (70s and 80s) when hanging plants were the big thing in home decorating. Moved them from location to location and they thrived. They seemed impossible to kill. But my first wife somehow managed to do them in. I think they died of thirst, or starvation, or maybe both.Grizz 65https://www.blogger.com/profile/02892702223228764894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-8796939419308704622022-01-22T21:25:40.469-06:002022-01-22T21:25:40.469-06:00rims of *his hat, that isrims of *his hat, that isCarenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15948322374348472360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-12338624883494218502022-01-22T19:07:30.307-06:002022-01-22T19:07:30.307-06:00Thanks Les! When I read the Plath piece I thought...Thanks Les! When I read the Plath piece I thought about the brightness of red poppies on a fall day, as a woman in an ambulance passing by might be dying, her heart as red as a flower. Poppies are a love gift, unasked for- as all things in nature. The carbon monoxide part, to me, conjured up images of a pale man with sad or dull eyes hiding under the rims of their hats. Perhaps the dying woman's husband choked by the fumes of the ambulance? Then she seems to ask why she deserves to live while late (aka dying) mouths cry open. Then again back to the beauty of nature in a forest of frost, a dawn of cornflowers. Melancholy, yet simply noting the juxtaposition of life and inevitable death.<br /><br />Here's another interpretation: https://www.litcharts.com/poetry/sylvia-plath/poppies-in-october. <br /><br />I like to read poems aloud, slowly, multiple times. This seems to allow pictures to emerge, which I feel is the purpose of poetry.Carenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15948322374348472360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3972382144120426476.post-80890571655589316722022-01-22T15:04:41.891-06:002022-01-22T15:04:41.891-06:00You described perfectly what most likely is going ...You described perfectly what most likely is going through many people’s minds and lives. <br />Enjoyed the first poem. <br />Didn’t get the second. Leshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16679840606511726447noreply@blogger.com