a little birdie told me so: My Try at the Six Word Memoir

Friday, April 11, 2008

My Try at the Six Word Memoir

Bewitched imagination - Besotted dreams

Perchance Impractical?

Official Rules:

1. Write your own six-word memoir.

2. Post it on your blog (and include a visual illustration if you’d like).

3. Link to the person who tagged you in your post.

4. Tag five more blogs with links.

5. Remember to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.

I'm tagging anyone who thinks this sounds like fun! Jump in and then leave a comment telling us that your memoir is posted.

3 comments:

Tess KincaidApril 12, 2008 at 8:36 AM
Impractical is not in my vocabulary! ;) Love the vintage photo.
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Christian - Modobject@HomeApril 12, 2008 at 9:03 AM
Aren't you thankful to have an imagination -- even if it is bewitched?! I enjoy your imaginings.
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LaviniaApril 12, 2008 at 5:04 PM
I love your memoir, its like a poem! I think its a good description, as you seem highly imaginitive and artistic.

Terrific pic, too. Goes with your memoir.

To answer your question, I am in southern Canada. We had a long, cold, harsh winter, and so spring is dragging its heels...

Regards,
Lavinia
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I'm glad you stopped by and I look forward to your comments. As Dr. Fraser Crane would say, "Hello, I'm listening."

...."We were Birds Without Wings. You were a robin and I was a blackbird. And there were some who were eagles or vultures or pretty gold finches, but none of us had wings. For birds with wings nothing changes. They fly where they will and they know nothing about borders and their quarrels are very small. But we are always confined to earth, no matter how much we climb to the high places and flap our arms. Because we cannot fly we are condemned to do things that do not agree with us. Because we have no wings we are pushed into struggles and abominations that we did not seek and then after all that, the years go by. The mountains are leveled. The valleys rise. The rivers are blocked by sand and the cliffs fall into the sea." -Louis De Berniere

Who Said It First?

The phrase "little birdie told me so" may find it's origins in this Bible verse. "Do not revile the king even in your thoughts, or curse the rich in your bedroom, because a bird of the air may carry your words, and a bird on the wing may report what you say" (Ecclesiastes 10:20). The earliest form of the saying was included in John Heywood's collection of proverbs (1546). In 1583, Brian Melbancke wrote in 'Philotimus'" 'I had a little bird, that brought me newes of it.' In 1711, in 'Letter to Stella,' Jonathan Swift came close to the current version: 'I heard a little bird say so.'