"The Enigma!"

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It taunted him

dancing just beyond his line of sight

like a ghost a trick of the eye

a flitting shadow

on the outer edges of reality

a shadow in the mist

flirting with him

calling to him

blowing kisses

in the wind

Fingertips that usually

wrote like they were playing

the keys of a concert piano

gliding gracefully

from scene to scene

from detail to detail

weaving metaphors

into whatever tapestry

they imagined

horror mystery comedy

romance

suspense

This time words

eluded them

like a puzzle missing

a critical piece

The story hung

just beyond their grasp

an enigma

a mystery wrapped inside an illusion

somewhere

just beyond the edge

of sight of sound of touch

if only it would move

a little closer

become more solid more real

If only it would take form

shape

breathe

Written by Michael Traveler.

Author of:  Postcards from the Backroads.

Source:https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=664597670237581&set=a.305771519453533.75925.276064969090855&type=1&theater

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A Haunting by Oscar!

“The Oscar Statuettes”

Exhibit 1

I’m interested in The Oscar’s but this certainly “takes the cake” and I can honestly say without a doubt that I’ve been haunted!

I guess you’re wondering what I’m writing about so I’d like to elaborate.

It started off in the early hours of Monday morning at 2.00 am SAST (South Africa Standard Time) with “The Oscars 2014“ being broadcast live on Multichoice’s digital satellite TV service namely DSTV.  (I’m being precise with the facts here … because as you read further and if you’re observant enough you’ll be able to put two and two together and make a logical deduction behind the motivation of this blog.) 

I’m an avid movie goer and you could say that I’m very much like Went in this regard.  Therefore, when it comes to The Oscars I’m always keen to see who the winners are of the different categories.   I’m not particularly interested in the fashion side of The Oscars but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t watch the “Red Carpet on E” as a warm up before the show.  It gives me an idea of who attended.  I’d be lying too if I told you that I never scouted the crowd looking out for Went.  I know it sounds silly but what’s wrong in hoping?

I sincerely hope that someday I will be given the opportunity to write that it was indeed a fact that Went attended the Oscars and that he was there to pick up an award.

 

I settled down to watch the “Red Carpet on E” and as it carried on I found myself dosing off eventually.  Now keep in mind I’m talking about approximately 2h30 am SAST in the morning.  I decided to record the rest of the programme and retire to bed.

Went at “The Human Stain Premier”

Exhibit 2

I drifted off to sleep and found myself dreaming that I saw Went all dressed up to the nines in a black tuxedo with a black bow tie and black shiny shoes strolling casually with his one hand tucked inside his trouser pocket on the Red Carpet at the Oscars.  I remember that when I saw him my heart skipped a beat with excitement.  I thought how wonderful it was to see him there and I knew (don’t ask me why) but that he was there to accept an Oscar … and as this thought came to me he disappeared into the crowd.    Suddenly I found myself inside the Dolby Theatre and I saw Sir Alfred Hitchcock standing on stage with a huge envelope in his hand.  He proceeded to read out the winner for Best Original Screenplay and instinctively I knew that it was Went’s screenplay.  People were standing clapping and cheering and they were looking around to see if they could see Went and so was I but he was nowhere to be seen.  What seemed an eternity, Went suddenly came sprinting down the aisle to claim his prize.  To my delight I saw Went and "Alfie" greet each other with a “Homie Handshake” ending it with a huge bear hug.  Went then proceeded to accept the award from "Alfie" and turned to face the audience with a huge big grin on his face.  He stretched his long arms up towards the ceiling clasping the golden Oscar in both hands in triumph.  At that precise moment I heard a clang and bang outside my window.  I immediately woke up.

Went at “The Human Stain Premier”

Exhibit  3

I clambered out of bed and went through to the TV lounge, and opened the sliding door overlooking my garden outside.  To my surprise I noticed that the cable to my telephone line had suddenly disappeared and it occurred to me that "thieves in the night" had just paid me a visit and snipped the line.  Fearing for my safety I slid the door closed.  (Cable theft is rife in my country and is a very serious offence.  These offenders are also known to be armed and dangerous.)  I  just thought I’d put it out there.  It's been the third time that this has happened to me this year and I’ve now decided to go the WiFi way for my landline too.

Getting back to my dream please refer to what a “Homie Handshake” is in exhibit 4 below.

The next morning when my alarm went off I was awakened by the radio announcer mentioning Oscar. I never paid much attention to what he was saying at the time because I was slightly dazed from the late night before and the dream I’d had of Went and the theft thereafter.  I then proceeded to the kitchen.  I snapped on the radio and the first thing I heard was “Oscar”.  I swung around at the mention of the name and honed in on what the announcer was talking about and it was all about Oscar Pistorius’ murder trial.  It then struck me that the “Oscar Pistorius’ Trial” started that day.  To my dismay the announcer then proceeded to speak about “The 2014 Oscars” straight after that. It was “The Oscar went to … so and so and so and” … but before he got another word out I snapped off the radio.  This guy was going to ruin my evening viewing by telling me who won at “The Oscars”. I wasn’t about to let that happen!

At 10 am I snapped on the TV to see what was going on with the Oscar Pistorius Trial out of pure curiosity and needless to say there was that name again Oscar this and Oscar that.

 

Today is Thursday 6^thMarch 2014 and I would like to state on record that I’ve now been haunted by Oscar.

I find myself switching to the Oscar Pistorius Trial on TV at every free moment I’ve got. I’ve even begun to speak in a judicial manner.  I’ve found myself observing and taking notes of everything I do and what I say, and to whom I say it to, and who says and does what to whom, and at what precise times it is said and done, and what noises I hear and what the different sounds are and where they come from.

To conclude it looks like the haunting of Oscar is going to carry on for some time too.  It could be weeks, months or even years from now.  I hope not.  I’m not sure how much more I can take but I’ll definitely keep you posted.  That’s if I still have any sanity left. [She jokes.]

 How to give a Homie Handshake

Exhibit 4

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Come Rain or Shine!

It’s one of those rainy days when everything seems so droopy and gloomy here, in, would you believe? “Sunny South Africa!”  Yes it’s being raining cats and dogs all over my garden the whole day.   I’ve been locked inside with absolutely nothing to do except surf the net looking for news about Went … and… nothing!  I’ve got Ol’ Blue Eyes singing all those soppy love songs in the background which makes me extra blue as I’m writing this.

I thought instead of reading about Went I’d write something on his blog to pass the time.

Now you’re probably thinking what could she possibly write about if there’s no news about Went? Let me tell you I’m not one to let anything get me down.

Come rain or shine, high hail or thunderstorms I’ve decided to blog.  I mean Rainy Days and Mondays may have gotten Karen Carpenter down …

… they’re not gonna get me down that’s for sure.

I’ve mentioned before somewhere that Went is my muse and the problem is that when he disappears like this I find myself at a loss for words.  But then again when Went is around and I hear about him or see a picture of him it has the same effect.  I just can’t seem to win either way.

Gosh! As I’m writing this Ol’ Blue Eyes has stopped singing.  It seems that he’s also given up the ghost and disappeared.  It’s almost as if he’s also not prepared to help me out with inspiration either but before he stopped singing I managed to grab this tune of his for Went …

Before I bore you any further with my ramblings I’d like to end this blog by saying one last thing to Went … “You can run, you can hide but sooner or later I’m gonna find you.  It could be eating out at a bistro, or in a cosmopolitan restaurant or perhaps even sitting in your idling vehicle at a Drive-thru for fast foods, drumming the steering wheel with your long fingers impatiently or is it patiently?  It may even be news about a new Screenplay of yours or by a twist of fate that you’re going to act in a movie or in a new television series.  Whatever it is come rain or high water, sooner or later I’m gonna find you Went.  It may not be today, tomorrow, a hundred years or even a thousand years from now but I will find you.  I know I will! You’re far too precious to hide from the world!”

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A Masterpiece!

A Poem is a painting

By Phebe Hesketh

A poem is a painting that is not seen,

A painting is a poem that is not heard.

 That’s what poetry is-

a painting in the mind.

Without palette and brush

it mixes words into images.

The mind’s edge sharpens the knife

slashing the canvas with savage rocks

twisting the trees and limbs into tortuous shapes

as Van Gogh did

or bewitched by movement’s grace,

captures the opalescent skirts

of Degas’ ballet dancers.

But words on the page

as paint on canvas

are fixed.

It’s in the spaces between

the poem is quickened.

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The Lines of Fate!

It seems as though for years everyone has scrutinised and studied Went’s hands in almost every photograph and interview of his.  Who can blame them?  Went uses his hands to gesticulate every thing he says so it’s pretty hard to miss them especially when they are so beautifully formed and used.  Therefore it’s no surprise at all that a palmist would find Went’s hands fascinating to read, wouldn’t you agree? I must admit I too have been intrigued by them!

I found this article quite interesting and entertaining to read. 

Wentworth Miller's hand reading:

Wentworth Miller’s hand is one of the good ones, when one compares it to that of other celebrities and successful people.  It shows a calm and inwardly strong temperament. And it shows a very good heart as well.

Wentworth has claimed that he tried to kill himself when he was 15 (because of some issues regarding his sexual orientation) but when one looks for the signs of a suicidal person, one cannot find them on Miller’s hand. Which just goes to show that people who try to kill themselves are not necessarily “suicidal” by nature. By this I mean they need not be people who are unstable or chronically depressed.

In Miller’s case it is just the opposite. He is a cool customer. This is not just on the surface. He has inner strength.

Miller has a large hand with a large palm and long, slim fingers with a long Apollo finger, and a thumb which is of a good length with well a strong upper phalange. He has developed Moon and Venus mounts, and a slightly hollow palm. The lines on his hand are well etched and the Heartline is long, and ends in a fork. The Headline is slightly sloping.

No doubt that Wentworth Miller’s Heartline is better than his Headline, and his emotions can get the better of him at times, but this does not mean that he is an emotional out of control person. On the contrary, his hand shows an extraordinary coolness of temperament and mental strength, despite his sensitivity. The only issue is that he is not steady in his thinking; his thinking changes several times in his life. And this is concerning major issues. These changes would affect his emotional health.

As it is he is the introspective type. His heightened sensitiveness to the environment will likely affect his emotional state because he would find it difficult to function in a hostile or unpleasant environment. He can be called thin skinned, if there is such a term. But this does not mean he cannot handle it. He is very determined.

Miller's hand shows remarkable business talent, more than the acting talent. And he is the kind who strives to improve himself. And from what little one can see of Wentworth Miller’s lines, this man is in for some very serious long-term success. This success is likely to stem from his business acumen. He can take risks, calculated risks.

He is not the materialistic type. He is just very smart. Carefully weighs the pros and cons. Takes time to come to decisions, and finally does exactly what he wants.

Source:  http://palmistryforyou.com/2014/01/wentworth-millers-hand-reading.html

A palm reading of Went’s hand by another enthusiast.

“That’s all I have to say about that” so it’s au revoir from me and a ...

from Went.

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Happy Valentine's Day!

“You are so loved!”

I enjoy this poem by Carol Ann Duffy and thought that I’d share it with you on Valentine’s Day seeing as though Went has an insatiable love of food.

I'm not quite sure if Went's taste buds can handle their sweet flavour, but I ask you with tears in my eyes "What is food without onions?". [She jokes.]

Valentine

by Carol Ann Duffy

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

It promises light

like the careful undressing of love.

Here.

It will blind you with tears

like a lover.

It will make your reflection

a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.

Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,

possessive and faithful

as we are,

for as long as we are.

Take it.

Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,

if you like.

Lethal.

Its scent will cling to your fingers,

cling to your knife.

♥♥

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The Hug!

Credit: nova. – Wentology.

The young lady in the photo with Went must’ve read the poem below, before going to UCLA on the 6th November 2013.

Lucky for her, Went just happened to be there so she could give him a “vice grip” hug.  Whether it was lucky for Went we shall never know unfortunately.  [She jokes.]

Although after scrutinizing the photo a little closer it does appear that Wenty is enjoying “the grip” too, as he seems to be reciprocating with a big grin. [She teases.]

Therefore, you do know what that means don’t you?

When you get that “once in a lifetime opportunity” of bumping into Went, give him a friendly hug.  It’ll do wonders for him and wonders for you too.  Don’t forget to get a snapshot of the moment to share with others so that they can feel the love too!  There’s nothing better than having the heart strings tugged every now and again ‘cause that’s precisely what happened to me when I saw this delightful photo. 

Thank you Went and thank you to the young lady who went in for the big squeeze. 

If only it …

HUGS!

It’s wond’rous what a hug can do,

A hug can cheer you when you’re blue.

A hug can say, “I love you so”

Or, “Gee I hate to see you go”.

A hug can soothe a small child’s pain

And bring a rainbow after rain.

The hug! There’s just no doubt about it,

We scarcely could survive without it.

A hug delights and warms and charms,

It must be why God gave us arms.

Hugs are great for Fathers and Mothers,

Sweet for Sisters, swell for Brothers.

Chances are some favourite Aunts

Love them more than potted plants.

Kittens crave them.  Puppies love them.

Heads of State are not above them.

A hug can break the language barrier

And make the dullest day seem merrier.

No need to fret about the store of ‘em.

The more you give the more there are of ‘em.

So stretch those arms without delay, and

GIVE SOMEONE A HUG TODAY!

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