Egomaniac
Mumbled, exploded, with will to absorB
All that young stuff that’d come to his dooR
Restless a c q u i s i t i v e n e s s his agorA
Loved making cuckolds of husbands of womeN
Overindulgence and theft unmisgiveneD
Ne’er-do-well gaming the scene like NintendO
Egomaniac
Mumbled, exploded, with will to absorB
All that young stuff that’d come to his dooR
Restless a c q u i s i t i v e n e s s his agorA
Loved making cuckolds of husbands of womeN
Overindulgence and theft unmisgiveneD
Ne’er-do-well gaming the scene like NintendO
Today’s prompt is “Tempting.” Tempting to me implies that the activity of allure is something we are supposed to avoid. So I loaded an index card with artifacts of gambling, alcoholism, satisfaction of raw lust, hard drug addiction, and violence. It was only after I’d finished the image that it occurred to me that the word Tempting is of eight letters that divide in have to a nifty shorthand DEFINITION of Temptation: Temp (temporary) Ting (tingle). The acrostic poem follows, as minimalist as I could make it and still qualify as a poem. (Note: the four words Testament, Ennui, Meditation, and Playacting would comprise a more minimalist solution, but the mental gymnastics involved in justifying their relevance to “Tempting” would throw my psychic back out, so I backed out of the route.
Temp Ting: Tomorrow we’ll be penitent•Engulfed in guilt/ennui•Must focus on the NOW not then•Please say OMFG.
As a young child I read voraciously from the fairy-tale books on our bookshelves. There were some from Andrew Lang’s series, some Howard Pyle, an Edmund Dulac, and something called something like Seven Stories of Seven Wishes. But the best fairy-story I ever read came later, from J.R.R. Tolkien: “Smith of Wootton Major.” In it Smith, called Starbrow because of a glowing trinket affixed to his forehead, explores the land of Faery and unknowingly meets, and dances with, its Queen. Tolkien’s Queen of Faery reminds me of a friend of mine.
In his book The Natural Way To Draw, outstanding art teacher Kimon Nicolaïdes offers this advice: “Draw anything.” Those two words helped me get through this difficult prompt. I did not want to disgust anyone, so I departed a bit from clinical realism and drew the WORD booger and make it just boogerlike enough to get the concept-point across. I’ve been fighting the urge to blow my nose since I started this thing.
To convey the concept of Heist, I reached into my Baby Boomer childhood and plucked out a cliché cartoon robber holding up a big bag of money. He has the requisite stubble, stocking cap, and mask. Now I’m curious as to how many Robbers actually dressed the part this way. My guess is, pretty close to zero.
Crime/Heist/Theft: Call 911 on high alert/Request enforcement; there’s a dearth/It’s downright baffling how we swerve/Meandering from Surf to Turf/Emergencies don’t wait–they hurt
We love dogs, but sometimes they embarrass and shame us, just for doing what comes naturally.
There are poker bluffs, there are rowdy fellows with bluff exteriors, and there is Council Bluffs, Iowa. Bluff almost rhymes with L’oeuf, which means both Egg and Zero. A Goose Egg may be a zero score, or a bump on the noggin from a blunt object, or an egg produced by a goose. Goose the Noun may honk. Goose the Verb may be a rude assault. If you comment, dear Friendly Reader, you will be Calling My Bluff, and Earning My Gratitude. 🙂
Li Po, who went by other names, was a Chinese poet who died by drowning in the Yangtze River. He was drunk and was trying to grab the reflection of the moon. He did not have the ponytail I have drawn here, but I mean no disrespect.
Last weekend I attended my high school’s 50th Reunion and did not do any drawing. Today I am catching up with my Inktober daily prompts. They are all based on bad puns: Fowl Language from a waterfowl; Stick In The Mud is a talking pretzel stick; Two Close Scrapes involved two close-together scrapes. I do not apologize, but I sympathize with bad pun haters. The Number 8 is one such. Sorry, pal. Don’t be Eightin’.
One with Clay, Image and Text 