Wordy Wednesday

I heard this song by Flaming Lips for the first time on the radio today. Have you heard it? Apparently it's from 1993. It totally reminds me of a Shel Silverstein poem:

She Don't Use Jelly
I know a girl who thinks of ghosts
She'll make ya breakfast
She'll make ya toast
She don't use butter
She don't use cheese
She don't use jelly
Or any of these
She uses vaseline(x3).

I know a guy who goes to shows
When he's at home and he blows his nose
He don't use tissues or his sleeve
He don't use napkins or any of these
He uses magazines(x5).


I know a girl who reminds me of Cher
(reminds me of Cher).
She's always changing
(she's always changing).
The color of her hair
(color of her hair).
She don't use nothing
That ya buy at the store
She likes her hair to be real orange
She uses tangerines(x6).

And speaking of Silverstein, here's one of my favorite poems that makes me think of my experiences with parenthood:

Signals

When a light is green you go.
When the light is red you stop.
But what do you do
When the light turns blue
With orange and lavender spots?
(Light in the Attic pg.20)

Parenting is never so easy as green and red!

Wordy Wednesday

From Inkspell by Cornelia Funke:

"Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar." (pg. 47)