My Aisling: the times they are a-changin'

Friday, April 4, 2008

the times they are a-changin'

This post marks a line in the life cycle of this blog. Above this line and going forward in time, I will be attempting to write with the talents I was given. They may not be impressive or good, but they are mine. Time to use them. Below this line are the writings of my yesterdays.

We'll see if a silk purse can be made from a sow's ear.

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Wise words: Abraham Lincoln once asked an audience how many legs a dog has if you count the tail as a leg. When they answered "five," Lincoln told them that the answer was four. The fact that you called the tail a leg did not make it a leg.

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Aisling: (Irish: aislinn; pronounced ASH-ling): A vision poem.

In an aisling, the island of Ireland appears to the poet in a vision in the form of a woman, sometimes young and beautiful, sometimes old and haggard. This female figure is generally referred to in the poems as An Spéirbhean (the sky-woman).
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