Tuesday, June 16, 2026

Bloomism For Bloomsday

Happy Bloomsday to All!
Check out this mystery
~ and review in The Guardian ~
for numerous fun allusions to James Joyce's Ulysses.
Quirke even sees a "lanky-looking galoot
in a gabardine raincoat
" (148).

[also on KL]


Bloomsday Eve


Back in April ~ on Jeopardy!

My brother gave an excellent guess:
"What is the destruction
of Martello Tower #3 in Quebec City?"
And so close, he nearly had it: " . . . the cedar-shingled roof of Martello Tower #3 was destroyed by fire on June 6, 1857 by fire and replaced with a metal roof. The tower was demolished in 1904 to make way for a hospital pavilion."

Appropriately, a Martello - themed answer -- about Canada rather than Ireland -- constitutes a classic "Bloomism", which is "a term coined by scholar Richard Ellmann to describe a characteristic mental habit of Leopold Bloom in James Joyce’s Ulysses: 'an uneasy but scrupulous recollection of a factual near-miss.' It refers to moments when Bloom accurately recalls the gist or context of a fact, name, or phrase, but gets the specific detail slightly wrong, resulting in a funny or almost-correct error."
Previously on Bloomsday . . .

Update 2025:
The Forty Foot & The Martello Tower

Sunday, June 14, 2026

Raise High the Roof Beam

Flag Day

One Week Later

Remember the shed,
back in the winter . . .

Gerry's summer DIY project:
raising the roofline
Not really raising the roof
so much as straightening the sides
for more airspace inside
and flat wall space instead of slanted,
more useful for hanging things.
Built in workbenches.
New doors and windows to follow.
Finishing Touches
"Raise high the roof beam, carpenters.
Like Ares comes the bridegroom,
taller far than a tall man.
"
~ Sappho ~
(c. 630 – c. 570 BC)~
[see fragment 27]

See also J. D. Salinger
(1919 – 2010)

Tuesday, June 9, 2026

Francis Howell Graves

Our Band Teacher
Albert Pool McCune
Thanks to Donna for the photo.
A story shared on Facebook back in 2010
by classmate and band member Lee Graves

Lee: Years ago, driving from Weldon Spring back to Kansas City, I decided I would stop and see where Mr. McCune was buried. I knew the city but that was all. I stopped at the first cemetery I came to and got out and roamed around. After a while I saw a stone across the cemetery engraved with a staff and some notes, so I headed that way. It was his. I hummed the notes, and it was the Francis Howell Alma Mater, which I knew he had written. At that "very serious" moment thanks to your brother the only words that came to my mind were:

Francis Howell we salute you,
you have broken all our dreams.
You have woken us from slumber
at four to march through streams.
We'd march behind a team of horses
just for good old you.
But don't you mind if we're behind,
they call us "Francis Who?"


Kitti: Yes, my brother Bruce & some of his friends (tubas!) came up with those lyrics! Mr. McCune was so tolerant of our high-jinks; he wrote the original music and Mr. T wrote the lyrics, all very serious.

I think these are the real words; can anyone verify? (Donna, Bruce, Cyndee, Cheryl, Eric?) I looked thru a couple of yearbooks and graduation programs, because I know the words are printed in there somewhere, but I didn't come across them. So here's my best shot:

Francis Howell we salute you,
the hope of all our dreams;
We look up to you our guidance,
the source of all our dreams;
We pledge to you our loyalty,
the wellspring of our dreams;
We see in you our future bright,
the fulfillment of our dreams.


~words by Don Tomlinson
~music by Al McCune


Lee: On another visit, I took a spin through Busch Wildlife Area and stopped to pay my respects to Mr. and Mrs Howell. It was hard to find Francis. The stone had broken and been put into the ground. Dirt and grass covered most of it and after finding it took me a while to get it cleaned off enough to take this pic:
Susannah's stone had also broken and was leaning up against a tree. It was very hard to read: "Susannah Howell wife of Francis Howell":
The cemetery is located near Busch Wildlife Lake #4:

Friday, May 1, 2026

May Break

~ A Tiny Flower for May Day ~
On my favorite tiny platter!
Taking a break this month,
taking some trips;
posts to resume in June.

Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Trees of Edinburgh

In Celebration of Earth Day
Past & Present
Lost

Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.


David Wagoner (1926 – 2021)
American poet, novelist, and educator
More by Wagoner: QK & FN
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From My Photo Album ~ 2018

Friday, April 17, 2026

Safely Impossible

Freudian slip from airline pilot:
“We’ll try to get the rest of you to Atlanta
as safely impossible — I mean AS possible.”

Too late, no backsies, we already heard that!
That exciting time when all the emergency vehicles
came to meet our plane at LaGuardia!
on facebook

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Death Awaits, Books Await

Most Entertaining Present I've Received All Year
Some humorous product reviews.
"Till death do us steep.”
Actuarially Impossible: “Of course anyone who truly loves books buys more of them than he or she can hope to read in one fleeting lifetime. A good book, resting unopened in its slot on a shelf, full of majestic potentiality, is the most comforting sort of intellectual wallpaper.” ~ David Quammen

Current Book Blog:
April Foolery
@Kitti's List


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And on the serious side:

Death I Recant

@The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A literary blog of connection & coincidence;
custom & ceremony
Church Bell ~ Ward, Colorado, 1917
By Georgia O'Keeffe
“ . . . never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee
. . . ” ~John Donne

Saturday, April 11, 2026

My Ain Countrie

Photos above and below ~ Edinburgh, 2018

My Ain Countrie

The sun rises bright in France,
and fair sets he,
But he has lost the look he had,
in my ain countrie
Though gladness comes to many,
a sorrow comes to me
As I look o’er the ocean wide
tae my ain countrie

It’s no my ain ruin
that saddens aye my ee
But the love I left in Gallowa
wi bonnie bairnies three
My hamely hearth burns bonnie
an smiles my sweet Marie
I left my heart behind me,
in my ain countrie

The bird wins back tae summertime,
and the blossom tae the tree
But I’ll win back, no never,
tae my ain countrie
I’m leal tae high heaven,
that will prove leal tae me
An I will meet ye aa aricht soon,
frae my ain countrie


Allan Cunningham (1784 – 1842)

I remember asking my Grandfather Paul Lindsey, many years ago, if he knew an old folksong entitled "My Ain Countrie." It had to be further back than 1983, because that's when he died. I had come across the song title in something I was reading -- probably in junior high. At any rate, way back before search engines and youtube, so I asked my erudite grandpa instead. He was an expert at reciting old poems and songs, and I thought he knew everything, but this time he drew a blank: "I just don't know that one Honey Girl."

How I would have loved to learn the lyrics and hear the melody, but it didn't happen. Not until today! For whatever reason, after all these years, that title -- "My Ain Countrie" -- came floating through my mind again this afternoon, and within moments, thanks to 21st Century technology, the above rendition and the following information was available to me:
"My Ain Countrie
"A sad late Jacobite song of exile.

"The song was written by Allan Cunningham, an author and poet in the manner of Robert Burns, who was born at Keir, near Dalswinton, Dumfriesshire. Cunningham’s father had been a neighbour of Robert Burns at Ellisland, and Allan became a friend of James Hogg.

"Cunningham was asked by Robert Cromek to help gather old songs for Cromek’s book called 'Robert Hartley Cromek's Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song.' Cunningham successfully presented several of his own imitations of ballads and Jacobite songs as old originals. One of these was ‘My Ain Countrie.’

"The tune is said to be ‘A Gaelic air.’"

Now, if asked what novel I was reading when I first came across the reference to "My Ain Countrie," I would have said it was the funeral of Charlie (one of the Eight Cousins) in Rose in Bloom, My internet search tells me that this song appears nowhere in the works of Louisa May Alcott or even Sir Walter Scott. However, a different version appears in A Birds' Christmas Carol by Kate Douglas Wiggin.

I have also learned that some version of this song was sung as a hymn at the funeral of Lizzie Borden! I don't think this is what I was reading about back in the 8th grade, or whenever it was. I think I would remember that.

In one of those mixed blessings, the music and lyrics have at last been revealed to me, even though I have lost the original reference. Perhaps it may yet be restored to my memory. Through the portal . . .

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Open All the Windows!

Spring in Gościeradz (1933)
Leon Jan Wyczółkowski (1852 – 1936)
Leading Polish painter and educator

Today

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.


by Billy Collins (b. 1941)
from his collection
Aimless Love: New and Selected Poems

Spring in Goscieradz
by Leon Jan Wyczolkowski

with its ethereal energy
coming from book, curtain, tree, light

also appears on my recent post:

Book on Windowsill

@Kitti's List

Sunday, April 5, 2026

Spring: She is Risen

Spring / April Personified
The Rose Princess (1917)

By John Rea Neill
(November 12, 1877 – September 19, 1943)

Illustration of Ozga the Rose Princess
from "Tik-Tok of Oz"


A Poem for the Death & Resurrection
The Thrush

When Winter's ahead,
What can you read in November
That you read in April
When Winter's dead?

I hear the thrush, and I see
Him alone at the end of the lane
Near the bare poplar's tip,
Singing continuously.

Is it more that you know
Than that, even as in April,
So in November,
Winter is gone that must go?

Or is all your lore
Not to call November November,
And April April,
And Winter Winter—no more?

But I know the months all,
And their sweet names, April,
May and June and October,
As you call and call

I must remember
What died into April
And consider what will be born
Of a fair November;

And April I love for what
It was born of, and November
For what it will die in,
What they are and what they are not,

While you love what is kind,
What you can sing in
And love and forget in
All that's ahead and behind.


By [Philip] Edward Thomas
(3 March 1878 – 9 April 1917)
Yet another poet lost to the First World War

Found in 10 Beautiful Spring Poems
and The Guardian

To Complete the Cycle . . .
Autumn / November Personified

Wednesday, April 1, 2026

14th of Nisan

Vintage Postcard
On Facebook

I can never let this day -- the 14th of Nisan -- go by
without rereading my favorite sections
from my favorite novel:

The Master and Margarita
by Mikhail Bulgakov
"On the fourteenth day of the spring month of Nisan . . . a tom cat, huge as a hog, black as pitch or a crow, and with huge mustache, for all the world like a rakish cavalryman's . . . walked over to the boarding step of an 'A' streetcar waiting at the stop, brazenly elbowed aside a woman who squealed as she saw him, grasped the hand rails and even attempted to give the conductor a coin . . .. . . Neither the conductor, nor the passengers were as astounded by the situation itself -- a cat climbing into a streetcar--which would not have been half so bad, as by his wish to pay his fare!

"The tom, it turned out, was not only a solvent, but also a disciplined beast. At the conductor's first cry, he ceased his advance, got down from the step, and sat down at the stop, rubbing his whiskers with the coin. But as soon as the conductor pulled the cord and the cars started, the tom proceeded to do what anyone else would who had been expelled from a streetcar but must nevertheless get to his destination. Allowing all three cars to go by, the tom jumped up onto the rear of the last one, sank his claws into a rubber tube projecting from the wall, and rode away, thus saving himself the fare."
More on my blogs:
QK ~ KL ~ FN
Seasonal Black Cats
by Margaryta Yermolayeva

Sunday, March 29, 2026

Pink Candle for Palm Sunday

Advent Painting by Julian Sullivan

Artist's note:

"Herewith, our 2025 Christmas Card,
which you should be able to print and display if you wish.
The subject of Julian's watercolour
is Veronica's candle arrangement
for Advent and Christmas.
"

In the words of the traditional hymn:
“All glory be to God on high,
and to the earth be peace, and to the earth be peace
. . . ”

One Little Candle
by Chicago
with Children's Choir

It is better to light just one little candle
Than to stumble in the dark
Better far that you light just one little candle
All you need is a tiny spark
If we'd all say a prayer that the world would be free
A wonderful dawn of a new day we'd see
And if everyone lit just one little candle
What a bright world this would be

When the day is dark and dreary
And we know not where to go;
Don't let your heart go weary
Just keep this thought in mind:

It is better to light just one little candle
Than to stumble in the dark
Better far that you light just one little candle
All you need is a tiny spark
If we'd all say a prayer that the world would be free
A wonderful dawn of a new day we'd see
And if everyone lit just one little candle
What a bright world this would be

Saturday, March 28, 2026

Fortnightly Reconnections

Untitled Tea Scene
by Henri Matisse (1869-1954)
Additional Matisse paintings: QK & FN


Recent Posts of Reconnection

1. Reconnecting with a long - lost poem,
after years of searching!
Burning the Letters

2. Reconnecting with a dear friend
who, it turns out, retired to the same town we did,
and we didn't even realize it!
Ease Into the Conversation

3. Reconnecting with the NO KINGS VIBE!
Organized Protest #3
Come the revolution!
No Kings, No Traitors

You can read all of these and more
@The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A literary blog of connection & coincidence;
custom & ceremony

Tuesday, March 24, 2026

Delacroix et Delacroix

Christ in the Garden of Olives (1827)
by Eugène Delacroix (1798 - 1863)
~ and many more ~
"Over the strong red soil of Galilee Jesus sailed like a boat. Picture him sailing past the feasts at which the men dance to melancholy music. Sailing through the olive orchards, through the vineyards where black grapes pout like moons. Sailing across the viaduct that spans Cheesemakers' Valley. Sailing up and down the slopes of ripening wheat. Sailing around the harp-shaped Lake of Galilee. Sailing through the heat, through the barking of dogs and the sawing of grasshoppers, through the herds of cud-chewing camels whose burdens bear scents of Eastern spices, through the crumbling villages where at dusk flitting bats frighten the women at the wells. And always, as he sailed, spouting his madness to his astonished disciples; his mad, extremist, unstructured, non-linear, poetic babble of forgiveness and love." (299)
from Another Roadside Attraction (1971)
by Tom Robbins (1932 – 2025)

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And, unrelated, but while we're on this page:
a completely different Delacroix:
La Bonne Galett ~ Paris, France (1975)
by Michel Delacroix (b 1933)
~ and many more ~

More from the Gospel According to
Another Roadside Attraction