Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Picture Of Daisy












English Art.



Muffie @ Kaleidoscope Muff tagged me on 11 April

http://kaleidoscopemuff.blogspot.com/


To see link to her post that day

http://kaleidoscopemuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-tagged.html


I would like to tag the following blogs:

Rei @ Xenomorph Angel

http://deadtraumfrau.blogspot.com/


Sherry @ Word Salads

http://wordsalads.blogspot.com/

Chekoala @ Wobbly Teetering Blogging


http://multiplesclerosisprincess.blogspot.com/


Kris @ Where To Vegan

http://www.wheretovegan.com/


Dawn @ Vanilla Kitchen

http://vanillakitchen.blogspot.com/

Darlene @ Rustic Ranch

http://rusticranch.blogspot.com/


Nikina @ Nik’s Backyard

http://niksbackyard.blogspot.com/


Pb @ Pat’s Pond

http://patspond.blogspot.com/


MS-Understood @ MS-Understood

http://www.ms-understood.com/



S.S-O @ Multiple Sclerosis And Me

http://msxats.blogspot.com/


Marit @ Marit Christlock-Lauterbach

http://marit-chrislock-lauterbach.blogspot.com/





My favourite photo is of our first dog Daisy on the balcony @ the Haarlemmerdijk, Amsterdam in 1997.

She was a beautiful dog, a typical terrier and amazingly well behaved and very obedient for one.

A very clever dog, she could fetch her bed and blanket to spend lazy Sunday mornings in the bedroom with us drinking tea and listening to the radio.

She was a great little actress if you told her she was sad and having a hard time she would look very sad indeed in seconds, an Oscar winnign performance.

Daisy was a great mouse and rat hunter, solved the mouse problem one summer att he Haarlemmer Dijk in 1997 and got the undying love of a local flowershop by killing a rat she chased out of his shop and killed in 1999.

She was very popular on that street getting lots of attention and dog biscuits from the shop keepers while I had to wait to buy something.

A great dog and sorely missed by Richie and I.

And my favourite poem by Allen Ginsberg is:


A Supermarket In California

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the
streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit
supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles
full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! --- and you,
Garcia Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?
I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the
meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price
bananas? Are you my Angel?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and
followed in my imagination by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting
artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does
your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel
absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to
shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in
driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you
have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and
stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe?


Have a good day everyone and please do not forget to visit Steve @ The Wheel of Fortuna and leave him a supportive comment.

http://spinfortunaswheel.blogspot.com/

5 comments:

Rain said...

Daisy is so beautiful! What a nice story about her! :)

Rei said...

I enjoyed this post, Herrad, but unfortunately I will not be able to participate in this... While I love my kitty Ophelia, my Pug, Mist, is my favorite animal that I've ever had, but I have no way to get a picture of him online... And I'm not that big of a poetry person, so I don't really have a favorite poem... Thank you for tagging me and I'm sorry if I've let you down...

+Rei+

Amrita said...

Daisy was such an adorable girl. I am sure you miss her. She drank tea, my goodness that 's cute.

Webster said...

Daisy was a real cutie!

I like the Beat era poets, too. Ferlinghetti's my favorite.
"Fortune has its cookies to give out..."

Herrad said...

Hi Rei,
Thanks for your visit, no worries you have not let me down.
How about doing something more you?
Like music or games and a picture of your best hair colour.
You do not need to stick to the same format.
Instead of a poem a rap or cool phrase or word.

Hi Amrita,
Thanks for coming and leaving such a sweet comment.

Hi Webster,
Thanks fro coming, Daisy was a great dog, we are still telling each other Daisy stories.
Thanks for reminding me of Ferlinghetti.

Thanks for coming by all you nice people.
Daisy was a great dog we miss her terribly.
Love,
Herrad