06 Monday Jun 2016
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Blogging, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Imagination, Inspiration, New Blog, Poetry Blog, Shakespeare, words, Writing, ~Morgan~
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(My very first post ever!)
The Book and Volume of This Distracted Globe
Or Book and Volume
Or BnV
Admittedly, I am an amateur. Sure, I’ve heard about blogs for years, heard people talking about posts round the proverbial water cooler, but I’ve never actually read one.
26 Saturday Dec 2015
Posted in Just Me Musing
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BnV, BooknVolume, Hamlet, Joy, Laughter, life, Romanticism, Sensualism, Shakespeare, Sherlock, Star Trek, Star Wars, The Grinch, ~Morgan~
I will be cheeky, there’s no denying it. I can no help it (she says with a rolling brogue) It’s in my nature to be particularly mischievous (now and again.) (or, more often than not, depending) (most of the time, really) (see what I mean!)
But it’s also in my nature to be pensive, to over-think things, and to live the life of a romanticist. I confess, I’m a sensualist; I love things, I don’t just like things. I am filled with passion and fire. I look at the clouds, I stare up at the stars (which I’m sure you’ve already figured out just reading my poetry) (so, somewhat irrelevant for me to bring it up again, really) (I’d hit delete, but it’s somehow easier to just keep rolling at this point). I’m sure you can relate on some level. After all, we’re all of a creative bent of mind here, to some extent at least, and as such, being in our right minds, we can appreciate the finer things without the burden of having to (necessarily) rationalize them (all the time).
Why should we, in point of fact? Why is it that we are taught to feel guilty about splashing through the cool puddle on a warm summer’s day? Why should we care if running with abandon through the gurgling stream or the wave’s fringe upon the shore results in spatters of mud or sand upon our trousers? How does it serve to feel compelled to rush to the dry cleaners after we take a flying leap into a pile of sweet smelling leaves? (you still do it, I know you do) After all, if the pleasure results in purgatory, is it really a pleasure?
Ok, I got way to deep there! I do apologize. Honourable Sorry! Yo, My Bad! Or what have you. This was supposed to be a giddy piece, not one that makes you scratch your head and puzzle until your puzzler is sore (like someone else I know) (or the Grinch, again, depending), although, admittedly, my whimsical posts do tend to degenerate into that sort of specific madness that results in a puzzled expression and a raised brow. We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Moving on…
I am, perchance, a “person” of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: Full of gibes, gambols, songs, and flashes of merriment that are wont to set the table on a roar (rather like Poor Yorick?) I am also, at times, far too much like Ophelia: a young maid (relatively speaking!) (not a word from the peanut gallery, thank you!) whose wits are as mortal as an old man’s life, which ultimately just leads us back to Yorick, so I suppose I’ll camp out here for a while. Nice cushy spot in the garden, after all!
Point? Actually, I do have one, but I dare say I made it already (missed it? I was a wee bit cheeky about it, (wink wink) do go back a bit… to paragraph 3, perhaps… Yep, there you go.) So at this stage of the game I’m really just blathering. I do enjoy a good natter, dontcha know! The com panel is jammed, Captain. Jar Jar Binks has gone off on a tangent, Obi Wan. There are clues lying about like sweets on Easter morning, Sherlock (or, if you prefer, like nicotine patches in 221B Baker St.)
Yes, I do tend to be a bit cheeky, now and again, but I know (or, at least I hope) you don’t mind.
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~Morgan~
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Adorable Image found at: sharewallpapers.org
07 Tuesday Jul 2015
Posted in Poetry
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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Darkness, Dreams, life, Nature, Poem, poetry, relationships, Shakespeare, spirituality
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar Act 4, scene 3
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Stand and Watch as Life Storms by
Like a Raging Ocean, High
In Wrath and Scorn, Roaring,
Yet let not the Tempest Keep your Dreams
From Soaring!
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~Morgan~
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Amazing Original Artwork by: Jim Warren
25 Thursday Jun 2015
Posted in Just Me Musing
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Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Charles Dickens, creative writing, Flesch-Kincaid, Language, Shakespeare, Verbosity, words, Writing, Writing Skills, ~Morgan~
I confess, it’s been a spectacularly long time, longer than I ever meant to go and even longer than I thought I could manage without assailing you with a few whirling words, words, words (because, after all, I cannot produce a musing post and not throw a bit of Shakespeare at you!); yet at long last I am here to fill your next few moments with the tumbling musings of my mind (fair warning!)
Now, since my thoughts are flying in a rather confusing array of directions, at least at the present moment, I thought I would preface this post with the aforementioned disclaimer before I end up lost somewhere in the wilds of Uzbekistan with you sitting there with that particularly enchanting, though perhaps somewhat frustrating (at least for you) puzzled expression on your face that most people end up having when they sit down and read one of my whirling posts, most particularly on night’s such as this when the words are flowing faster than I can logically keep up with, though often, depending upon the moon’s cycle or how much chocolate and/or caffeine I may have had before sitting down to begin writing, it can be a rather bewildering experience; whereat, being the kindhearted soul that I am, and never wishing to intentionally lead someone into a grammatical quagmire, as I am for all intents and purposes a good soul ( though you and I both know that even good souls have halo’s that glow neon red now and again) I generally tend to use this moment of perplexity to point out that I did warn you, my dearest readers, very early on in our relationship (that being the early days of BnV) that I do have the most annoying (or potentially amusing, dependant once again upon the aforementioned phase of the moon or how much chocolate or caffeine You’ve ingested before beginning to read) predilection to run off on wild tangents of verbosity that would make even Charles Dickens’s head ache, but let that go.
Word Count: 258
Sentences: 1
Passive Sentences: 0
Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level 52.2 …. YES!!!!!!!!!!! (My work here is done, thank you)
It is moments such as this that give me the oddest, yet greatest pleasure and were during my high school years, amusingly, opportunities for me to stretch my writing skills to such degrees that my English professor ( a very good soul indeed who loved words nearly as much as I did/do) resorted to noting that my fondness for crafting compound-complex sentences on the backs of my test papers during the remaining time I had in class (because I often finished the tests early, being rather good in English class, perhaps not entirely surprisingly) and then diagramming them for the sheer delight of doing so was, in his opinion, a very strong indicator that I had, either, some form of mental derangement not yet diagnosed, or, I was a word-smith in the making. (oooo Flesch-Kincaid Grade Level 53.8! Marvelous! )
You may at this moment tend to agree and I would not argue the fact, but before I leave you with a beautifully muddled expression, please allow me Bestow this final thought:
To Write; To Paint with Words as an Artist Bedecks his canvas with hues and shades and layers of pigmentation; To Sing a Melody upon which the gaze may Linger and over which the Heart may Muse again and again: To Create visual Splendour with grammar and language that is, perhaps, fundamentally underutilized or neglected ( and to use Capitalization in the most maddening, although previously explained, manner), to me, is the most Beguiling form of Intoxication in which I could ever take Pleasure and, for you, Dear Intrepid Reader, to Undertake the Journey; to Brave the Frontier of Superfluous Verbosity and reach the shore with a Smile (though, perchance, to some extent exhausted), is, Hopefully, far more Rewarding an Endeavor than many.
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~Morgan~
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beautiful photograph found on pinterest
11 Thursday Dec 2014
Posted in Just Me Musing
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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dreams, Hamlet, Heart, Inspiration, Joy, Laughter, life, Nature, Ophelia, Poor Yorick, relationships, Romance, Romanticism, Sensualism, Shakespeare, Sherlock Holmes, spirituality, Star Trek, Star Wars, The Grinch, words, Writing, ~Morgan~
I will be cheeky, there’s no denying it. I can no help it (she says with a rolling brogue) It’s in my nature to be particularly mischievous (now and again.) (or, more often than not, depending) (most of the time, really) (see what I mean!)
But it’s also in my nature to be pensive, to over-think things, and to live the life of a romanticist. I confess, I’m a sensualist; I love things, I don’t just like things. I am filled with passion and fire. I look at the clouds, I stare up at the stars (which I’m sure you’ve already figured out just reading my poetry) (so, somewhat irrelevant for me to bring it up again, really) (I’d hit delete, but it’s somehow easier to just keep rolling at this point). I’m sure you can relate on some level. After all, we’re all of a creative bent of mind here, to some extent at least, and as such, being in our right minds, we can appreciate the finer things without the burden of having to (necessarily) rationalize them (all the time).
Why should we, in point of fact? Why is it that we are taught to feel guilty about splashing through the cool puddle on a warm summer’s day? Why should we care if running with abandon through the gurgling stream or the wave’s fringe upon the shore results in spatters of mud or sand upon our trousers? How does it serve to feel compelled to rush to the dry cleaners after we take a flying leap into a pile of sweet smelling leaves? (you still do it, I know you do) After all, if the pleasure results in purgatory, is it really a pleasure?
Ok, I got way to deep there! I do apologize. Honourable Sorry! Yo, My Bad! Or what have you. This was supposed to be a giddy piece, not one that makes you scratch your head and puzzle until your puzzler is sore (like someone else I know) (or the Grinch, again, depending), although, admittedly, my whimsical posts do tend to degenerate into that sort of specific madness that results in a puzzled expression and a raised brow. We’ve been here before, haven’t we? Moving on…
I am, perchance, a “person” of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: Full of gibes, gambols, songs, and flashes of merriment that are wont to set the table on a roar (rather like Poor Yorick?) I am also, at times, far too much like Ophelia: a young maid (relatively speaking!) (not a word from the peanut gallery, thank you!) whose wits are as mortal as an old man’s life, which ultimately just leads us back to Yorick, so I suppose I’ll camp out here for a while. Nice cushy spot in the garden, after all!
Point? Actually, I do have one, but I dare say I made it already (missed it? I was a wee bit cheeky about it, (wink wink) do go back a bit… to paragraph 3, perhaps… Yep, there you go.) So at this stage of the game I’m really just blathering. I do enjoy a good natter, dontcha know! The com panel is jammed, Captain. Jar Jar Binks has gone off on a tangent, Obi Wan. There are clues lying about like sweets on Easter morning, Sherlock (or, if you prefer, like nicotine patches in 221B Baker St.)
Yes, I do tend to be a bit cheeky, now and again, but I know (or, at least I hope) you don’t mind.
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~Morgan~
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Adorable Image found at: sharewallpapers.org
16 Wednesday Jul 2014
Posted in Wordless Wednesday
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Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Bubble, creative writing, Existence, Illusion, life, Light, Live in the Moment, photography, Reality, Shakespeare, spirituality, time, ~Morgan~
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Though this is Wordless Wednesday, and as such, this post is, in theory, meant to be wordless, I cannot resist the compulsion to add the tumbling thoughts of my mind that are now insisting to be shared, though once I share them, you may, having read them, wish I had not or that you had not, (depending).
Such a simple image really, a soap bubble, popping, end of story. Not the end of the world, by any means, and certainly not the be-all and end-all of photography, (though decidedly impressive to be sure); yet, in considering the innocent bubble, floating along on its own, unobtrusive, unoffending (relatively speaking), minding it’s own business for all intents and purposes, only to find itself blinked out of existence in an infinitesimal second. It rather begs consideration, doesn’t it? Or at least, it begs mine.
How like we all, drifting along on our given trajectory, more or less unobtrusively (at least, hopefully), glimmering and glistering in the Light, growing in beauty as the moments tick by, never knowing, or, at the very least, not quite suspecting, that in the blink of an eye (or less, if that is feasible) all we know, all we hope and dream for and of, all that matters to us and all to whom we matter can, potentially, disappear.
I haven’t the slightest intention of becoming morose, no, no, no; that is not my intention. Never fear; still, at the risk of sounding paradoxically contrary and with my very next breath, (figuratively speaking), how brief and precious is this transitory existence, is it not? How blessedly simple it all becomes in that instance of a time before reality changes.
Having said all that, and before I say far more, I shall (to your palpable relief) sum up:
“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”
William Shakespeare
Cherish the Bubble of Reality.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful and Amazing Photography by: Richard Heeks
07 Monday Jul 2014
Posted in Just Me Musing
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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dreams, Faith, Inspiration, life, Love, relationships, Shakespeare, words, Writing, ~Morgan~
Pennies for Every Occasion
Like Chinese water torture, the steady drip, drip, drip of thoughts in my mind is inescapable, inevitable, irrepressible and yet, I cannot imagine life without the unceasing narrative that runs the (hamster?) wheel of my mind. It doesn’t really matter what I see: good, bad, beautiful, ugly, frightening, funny, or Hallmark-worthy tear-jerking, the window of my imagination opens and the gale force bluster of my thoughts comes rushing in, scattering the gloom of the mundane like inconsequential pages.
Often, I hear the echoes of Shakespeare, words I hold so dear, (but I promise I won’t subject you to again,…not yet) repeating, repeating, repeating with unrivaled dramatic flare. Other times it’s the annoyingly simplistic verse of a song I can’t quite recall, so I keep getting stuck at the quintessential moment and am forced to repeat, repeat, repeat whether I like it or not. (You can relate, I know you can!) Most of the time, however, I’m submersed in the spell-binding thespian exploits of one of my favorite actors, (that moment when the actor steps beyond his customary offerings and reveals something far more indescribable than you ever anticipated) and suddenly I find myself cast adrift on a sea of words and poetic phrases. It’s at that moment that I have a choice. I am forced to either press pause/ignore what’s happening on the big screen, grab a pen/pencil/or reach for my keyboard and scribble/type furiously before the inspiration is lost, or I kick myself later for not having done the latter.
These little treasures of thoughts would fill coin purse after coin purse if I had collected them all as such. Unfortunately however, (and I’m sure you are familiar with this predicament) I’ve kicked myself more often than I’ve jumped out of bed, paused the DVD, or thrown my hands over the mouth of person I’m talking/listening to. Nevertheless, I always have a few pennies lying about somewhere for every occasion and the following is a brief offering…(since brevity is the soul of wit) (sorry, yes, I know I promised, but it’s nearly as impossible for me not to incorporate Shakespeare into what I’m talking or writing about as it is for me to keep the window of my imagination closed and block out the wind!)
Words are spoken, heard, seen, performed, felt and dreamed.
Family is treasure. Gold is just metal.
Love is the most desirable source of pain.
Soul mates know each other, even before they meet.
One is two halves existing together in perfect harmony. Half of one is the loneliest number.
Inspiration mirrors breathing, it happens without you ever thinking about it and is equally as vital.
Giggles breed.
Shadows lurk beneath even the brightest illumination.
Friends don’t let Friends fall down alone.
Loss is just an opportunity for gain.
A child’s laughter is a language every person on Earth understands.
(Please share YOUR Pennies for Every Occasion in the comments cup below ) 🙂
~Morgan~
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07 Saturday Jun 2014
Posted in About Me (since you Insist), Just Me Musing
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Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, English Teacher, Inspiration, Laughter, life, poetry, Random Capitalizations, Shakespeare, words, Writing, ~Morgan~
Another Blast from the past…that may also shed some light into the creative (insert adjective here, madness maybe?) of my mind.
I understand completely, I really do…well, as much as I am able to empathize over a situation, or rather a conundrum, I have unwittingly created, but I do understand…completely.
My high school English teacher used to nearly pull his hair out (what he had, anyway), over my persistent use of what he termed Random Capitalizations in my writing, and, try though I might, I could never quite make him understand that the capitals were anything but random. I’ve always used them when writing poetry; it’s a mechanism I employ without being entirely aware of it, really, since I’ve utilized it for so long now (er, I mean, for a few years now…, yeah, that sounds much better!)
A-hem,… yet many of you have raised the same questions, more or less, as my English teacher had so many..er, those few years ago, so I thought it might be vastly appreciated (or at least helpful) for me to give a brief explanation. (yes, believe it or not, I am entirely capable of being brief…since brevity is the soul of wit.) (Oh, threw some Shakespeare at you there without forewarning.) (no apology offered though since its Shakespeare, after all. )
Consider the following verse:
When ‘last the light escapes night drear,
‘Tis then morn’ stands upon the mountain
And jocund day waits, tiptoe, for intent;
While promise ‘pends upon the balance.
That is the first verse of the very first poem I posted on BnV. (honestly, go ahead, check it out, I’ll wait. ..We’ll all wait.) Nothing too out of the ordinary about that verse, really; no Random Capitalizations there. (since I took them all out for the purposes of this explanation) Ok..now…look at it again. (do bear with me, you will understand in a moment, I promise!)
When ‘last the Light Escapes night drear,
Tis then Morn’ Stands upon the Mountain,
And Jocund Day Waits, tiptoe, for Intent;
While Promise ‘pends upon the Balance.
See anything different there? Of course you do! (a lot of Random Capitalizations, you might say) yet if you look more closely at the individual words, you might, perchance, stumble across the method to my (seeming) madness. (or at least, yet another of my idiosyncrasies) (which we all know very well how much you love, so do wipe that perplexed look from your face). Though it may seem haphazard, in fact, there is nothing random about the capitalizations at all. And here’s why.
Each word that bears a capital letter signifies, in some manner or another, the following: It is either a positive (rather than a negative) word in relation to the poem; it denotes a positive, optimistic or constructive action; or it is in some other manner a word that bears (for all intents and purposes) a brightness, lightness, or hopefulness towards the rest of the poem. The capital is meant to put emphasis upon the word it is highlighting, or it is, in some other manner a significant word. Conversely, if the word does not have a capital letter, generally it is merely a word holding the rest of the structure together or it is, in some manner, a negative connotation.
Now, I will confess, sometimes I do get carried away, (imagine that!) and I do randomly capitalize, which, understandably, will throw many of you into the depths of spiraling perplexity; however, I do try to clean those up before I post (hopefully!) and for those that I miss, I do most emphatically apologize!
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. (someone brilliant said that, though just whom …or is it who…I am drawing a blank upon at the moment.) Nevertheless, as with all things, there is also an opposite that is true for my Capitalizing. (sorry) Yet this underlying principle follows the same logic, only in reverse (If that makes any sense at all.)
For Example, in the following verse (from my poem Losing Game), the poem is a “dark” poem, whose subject and body are sadness, despair, and grief, so the capitals are used to accentuate the “dark or negative” words.
Shackle me in a Prison of my making,
Torn and Tempted, at the point of Breaking.
Lying in the Dark pools of the Lost,
Drinking in Delirium, no matter the Cost.
Hopefully, it still makes sense to you, as I likewise hope this admittedly longer than intended, not entirely brief, (though potentially still witty) explanation shall shed some light (or perhaps I should say Light) upon what might otherwise be viewed as a Capital Offense.
~Morgan~
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07 Saturday Jun 2014
Posted in About Me (since you Insist), Just Me Musing
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BnV, Book and Volume, BooknVolume, Charles Dickens, creative writing, Inspiration, Laughter, life, Shakespeare, words, Writing, ~Morgan~
In Honour of my One Year BnVersary, I thought I would share a few of my original posts and a few of my favourite posts today. This first post marked my debut as a blogger. These are the words that were tumbling in my mind, literally, for hours a year ago (yesterday), and these are the words that inspired me to sit down, look up WordPress.com and start things off. I hope you enjoy today’s blast(s) from the (not so distant) past.
BnV???
So, here we are, post number two already and you’ve come back for more. More, in spite of the askance glances you may have received or the incredulous responses to your description of your initial experience here to your friends or colleagues or strangers on undergrounds and, yes, perhaps, even against your better judgment. Yet regardless of your reason(s)… Welcome back intrepid voyager! And while I cannot offer you a tiny cup of refreshment or a miniscule packet of peanuts to fortify you on your journey, I might just be able to offer a few potential explanations as to why you may be here.
Morbid Curiosity? A Predilection for the Bizarre? Sheer Insanity? Or maybe….just maybe….although you can’t positively say why, you actually enjoyed that preliminary assay into The Book and Volume of this Distracted Globe. If any of these are the case (and even if they aren’t), let’s get down to it, shall we? The Book and Volume of this Distracted Globe, Book and Volume, BnV…what does it all mean? I’m sure you’d love to gain some insight, apparently, since you’re here again (a state of affairs about which I am over the moon, by the way), with that perplexed look on your face. Lucky for you, I’d love to elucidate on that very topic. (for clarity’s sake, the BnV topic, not the puzzlement on your face. We’ll leave that for another post).
First and foremost there’s the obvious (and almost certainly not all that innovative) Hamlet reference (my absolute favourite Shakespeare play ever, of all time, always). For those of you unfamiliar with this marvelous tragedy: the following is Hamlet speaking about his Father, now a ghost, who only just told his horrified son about his foul and most unnatural murder… (Go ahead, read it…I’ll explain, I promise!)
Ay, thou poor ghost, whilst memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records…
…And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain,
Unmix’d with baser matter!
OK, so there you go…(although you had no idea you were going to read Shakespeare tonight and hopefully it wasn’t especially horrific or scarring for you.) This Distracted Globe is, to put it bluntly, Hamlet’s skull and The Book and Volume is his mind and all that it contains. So Yes, BnV- otherwise known as Book and Volume- is my brain, in all its splendid absurdity and eccentricity poured out for you…yes YOU…on the pages of this otherwise non-descript little blog.
I know…its positively intoxicating (or potentially terrifying), isn’t it?
Secondly, ( you forgot already, didn’t you, that I was talking about the blog and not the whirlings of my mind) , BnV is a blog about nothing and everything, about the commonplace and the atypical; it’s a place where you may find poetry I’ve woven or tales I’ve spun; it’s a place for me to share insights (or revelations, as I like to call them ) that I might have on any given day (which, with any luck, will hold some significance for you as well and not leave you sitting there wondering, yet again, what exactly it is that I’m blathering on about.) Visiting BnV could also lead you to discover a new recipe I’ve created or could find you reading all about some character I’ve come across or created, or why I loved, hated or generally became nauseated by the latest flick I’ve seen or book I’ve read (although I am more often found writing my own rather than reading one by another). Potentially, you could also find yourself looking at a pictorial review of my day, should I have the most inconceivable impediment imaginable and find myself without anything to say (which, if you know me at all or even if you are just getting to know me is something you must be quite certain never happens).
So, BnV? Yes. And now you know why….or why not.
~Morgan~
07 Saturday Jun 2014
Posted in About Me (since you Insist), Just Me Musing
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blog, Blogging, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dreams, Hamlet, Inspiration, Laughter, relationships, Shakespeare, words, Writing, ~Morgan~
In Honour of my One Year BnVersary, I thought I would share a few of my original posts and a few of my favourite posts today. This first post marked my debut as a blogger. These are the words that were tumbling in my mind, literally, for hours a year ago (yesterday), and these are the words that inspired me to sit down, look up WordPress.com and start things off. I hope you enjoy today’s blast(s) from the (not so distant) past.
The Book and Volume of This Distracted Globe
Or Book and Volume
Or BnV
Admittedly, I am an amateur. Sure, I’ve heard about blogs for years, heard people talking about posts round the proverbial water cooler, but I’ve never actually read one. Nope, not a single one, but I know how to spin a tale; I understand and appreciate the basics of English grammar (although I don’t always obey proper form and I do love a split infinitive) so I thought, why not? Give it a go. Have a bash, what’s to lose, really? Bit of time. After all, how hard could it be, sitting at my laptop listening to the sounds of the ocean, or a nice thundery rainstorm, or the ethereal music of Delirium all thanks to the wellspring we know as You Tube. And even If the only person who finds said blog interesting, amusing or, if I’m lucky, entertaining, should be me than that’s just splendid; because if you can’t take a little time out of your day to amuse yourself, then perhaps you’re taking things a bit too seriously. (but I digress)
So here it is, entry one. Or post number one. Or what have you. Now, for those of you who do not know me (yet) perhaps this would be an opportune moment to insert some sort of disclaimer, alert you to some of my comparatively annoying idiosyncrasies, and enlighten you to some of my peculiarities. (Most of these are one in the same by the way) So here goes: first and foremost I’m a word enthusiast, aficionado, and devotee. I love, admire, aspire to emulate and find myself positively piqued (by) Shakespeare, Dickens, Austin, Blake, Poe, or the like. Odd, perchance, but I’m quite certain you’ve probably already ascertained this for yourself. Yes, words….words….words.. (to quote the Master). They fill me with inspiration, they bring me to tears or sometimes they make me LOL, ….they can often, also, bore me to bits (insert government or math related blather here). So you may find yourself reading ten pages of paragraph long sentences brimming over with 6 syllable words just to find out that all I’ve really said is I don’t actually have anything to say. Yeah, I’m good at that.
I should also probably warn you that, although I find a great many things interesting and will, most likely, remark on any number of them in a given post, I don’t have a particular objective in mind ( at this point anyway) for this blog. Variety is the spice of life after all, so one never knows what I may sit down and prattle on about, at length, mayhap insipidly, but at the very least ( and dare I say, hopefully!) you won’t find yourself feeling preached at when you’ve reached the end. That, you may be sure, is not my intention.
So there you are and here I am, two partners in time; one sharing, one gaining (little or nothing, but perhaps at least a smile…if I am successful) giving and receiving, for better or for worse….(yes, I see the direction this metaphorical segment is taking and I would break off, but where this is going illustrates so well another of my quirks, which is, though I hate to admit it, that I do tend to find meaning in even the simplest things)…so to get back to my metaphor… if you think about it, being a writer and a reader is rather like being in a relationship ( I was going to use the M word, but we barely know each other yet). There’s good, there’s bad, there’s mutual intrigue, there are laughs and tears, arguments and betrayals of one form or another, but in the end, it’s generally worthwhile. (there, that wasn’t too bad, was it?)
Ok, so you’ve read four paragraphs now and, although I’m only going on instinct, I’m thinking I should probably begin to wrap this up. Not very educational, to be sure; not very interesting, conceivably, but maybe, just maybe, when you are at work tomorrow talking to your friends ( or if you haven’t any of those at your job ) your colleagues, or when you’re stuck in traffic on your way in or way home talking to one of the aforementioned on your cell, or when you’re chatting with some stranger you just met on the tube, you might just tell them about what you did last night.
How you were sitting at your computer/laptop/iPad/electronic devise of some sort, bored with the mundane, hum-drumness of Facebook and Twitter and you decided, (possibly against better judgment), to strike out on your own. It was then that you happened upon the most… (insert adjective of your choice here) (yes, interactive blog….nifty, eh?)… blog you’ve ever read in your life and, although you’re not sure if it was about anything in particular, you did have a laugh once or twice, but it didn’t last long and, while it seemed inane at the time and, although you thought you’d never be interested in reading it again, you can’t stop thinking about it. In fact, you can’t even say why. What you can say is that the author might just possibly be off her hinges, one pie short of a picnic, not quite reaching warp speed; still, she had a way of writing that made you want to read more….maybe,…although you can’t be certain because there was only one entry. And now you’re left with the most annoying set of circumstances imaginable because all you really want to know is, what the heck is she going to be nattering on about next?
~Morgan~
06 Friday Jun 2014
Posted in Authors Books Reviews & Interviews
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Beautiful Life, Blogging, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dreams Come True, Entourage, Friends, Friendship, Hamlet, Interviews, Kindred Spirits, passion, poetry, relationships, Shakespeare, Sherlock, Spotlight, Star Trek, Writing, ~Morgan~
In honour of my One Year Blogiversary, I am introducing something new onto my blog. After all, one can only read so much poetry before one begins referring to oneself as one….and then people’s eyebrows begin to raise skeptically (Yes I see yours twitching).
More Importantly, after spending a VERY eventful year and learning what it means not only to Blog and be a Blogger, but to be a Writer and Author, Photographer (well, of a sort!), and perhaps, every now and then a Chef worthy of Kitchen Stadium ( or at least the Chef Boyardee test kitchens!) I have learned that there is more to this blogging thing than simply plopping down in front of my laptop every evening and whipping up a few delicious morsels.
Shakespeare, Star Trek and Sherlock notwithstanding, (You didn’t expect I would write a Non-poetry post and not include them somehow, did you? After all, they are almost becoming a standard) I have come to the conclusion that blogging, and subsequently being a blogger (as they are rather inescapably connected) (much as Jack and the Black Pearl, but that is another post entirely!) is about Friendships, Kinships, discovering Kindred Spirits across the miles, and Sharing our Hearts (and yes, perhaps, even a bit of our Souls.) It’s about finding out just what your Passions truly are and how to Follow them in order to Make your Dreams Come True (even if we aren’t visiting Disney or Never-Never Land).
Yet I think (and admittedly, this is just me thinking again, which can be a good thing as well as the initial step on a spiral that ends up somewhere in another dimension), it is also about Giving Back a little something to those Kindred Spirits we meet along the way. Blog Awards are very nice, to be sure, but as we all know those marvelous little treasures can be an awful lot of work. Comments and Likes are also delightful, and so very Important in building those aforementioned friendships and kinships, yet I find myself wanting to give something more. (Have you begun to wonder, as is very often the case when I begin to prattle, where I am going with this and if, perhaps, I’ve lost the thread of the conversation? Never fear, Preface over.)
So, to return to my original notion, in celebration of One Full Year of BnV (That’s Booknvolume, if you hadn’t already figured it out) (can you believe it’s been an entire year, already?) (Sorry, I know, I’m very good at skipping dexterously around the crux while keeping you on tenterhooks.) But you need wait no longer. I have decided to create a new category on BnV. (A somewhat underwhelming announcement, in point of fact, but do bear with me while I elaborate) (and I Promise not to sneak any Hamlet or Shakespeare in while you aren’t looking) (unless that counts.)
A Category Entirely About You!!! (I see you’re interest piquing! Don’t try to hide it) Yes, devoted utterly and completely to YOU my dear Friends; my Sweet Kindred Spirits; my Most Faithful Entourage. (Isn’t that a much nicer word than Follower, really?) A Category where I have opportunity to Introduce YOU around, (not that I know all that many people, to be sure) Highlight YOUR blogs, Share YOUR book reviews, post YOUR announcements, Spotlight the Marvelous and Breathtaking things YOU are doing.
Still Underwhelmed? I hope not, since it’s all about Your Beautiful Life, Really, and if that bores you, well, maybe you need to put some spice into your life and start referring to yourself as ONE for a while.
~Morgan~
13 Tuesday May 2014
Posted in awards
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Beauty, Blogging Awards, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dreams, Hamlet, Hope, Inspiration, Joy, life, Love, Peace, photography, quotes, Shakespeare, spirituality, ~Morgan~
I am Ever Amazed by Awards. Most times, I barely am thinking about receiving one when someone Kindly offers the most generous compliment (or at least one of the most generous) I can think of: An Award for Doing what I Love to Do. Makes me feel I rather ought to be standing in front of all my peers (oh wait, I am, really!) saying “You Love Me, You Really Love Me!”
All kidding aside, Marijke of: http://ceadomile.com has paid me the honour of nominating me for an award I’ve never heard of: The Butterfly Light Award, (which was created by Belinda at: http://idiotwriting.wordpress.com) and I am thoroughly grateful. If you’ve not met Marijke yet or visited her blog, your are cheating yourself of one truly Beautiful blog. Here’s an example or two of just what I’m talking about so you can see for yourself.
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Yes, she is a Being of Light, spreading the Joy within her to all those she encounters. Do pay her wonderful Blog a visit. You won’t regret it 😉
Ok, now…
~~THE RULES~~
• You must write an acceptance post, making sure you link back to the blogger who awarded you and thank them. YOU MAY NOT lump this award in with other awards.
• You must individually name and re-award at least 1 or more bloggers. You must let them know either personally with a comment on their blog OR a pingback on their about page.
• You must link back to Belinda’s blog at http://idiotwriting.wordpress.com/about
• You must write a short paragraph titled either “How I’m Spreading Light” OR “How I’m A Positive Influence”
• Display Belinda’s beautiful “Butterfly Light Award” badge on your blog.
So, to the MOST IMPORTANT task of paying the Honour forward. I could name so many, but that would create a very long post indeed, so I shall instead simply pick one. Her name is Line ( pronounced, I do believe, LynnAye) and you can find her at: http://pathsofthespirit.wordpress.com. OH what a wonderful blog. What a Truly Lovely Person! Writer of Exquisite Poetry, Charming short stories, and photographer Extraordinaire, her blog is filled with the expressions of her Beautiful Soul. This Magnificent post of her says it all and, after reading it, you will understand (and hopefully agree) that she, too, is a Spreader of Light and Positive Influence. http://pathsofthespirit.wordpress.com/2014/04/11/you-are-a-beautiful-soul/
Now, I must write a short paragraph titled either “How I’m Spreading Light” OR “How I’m A Positive Influence”. Sounds simple enough, but when one pauses to consider how you are touching others lives, it sometimes feels rather conceited (at least to me). Nevertheless, as I am required, I shall say that I endeavor to fill my poetry and posts, the images I use, the music I Share and the comments I make with Positivity. That is to say, though I am well aware that there is a world full of ugliness, hate and cruelty out there, I try to make Booknvolume a place where people may come to find Light, Joy, Beauty, Hope, Peace, and Love. I Share myself, honestly and as openly as I am able, and let people take from my blog what they will, Trusting the Path upon which I walk and the Source from which All Inspiration Flows.
After all, There are more Wonders in Heaven and Earth than are Dreamt of in Our Philosophy.
(You didn’t really think I’d write an entire Non-poetry post and not reference Hamlet/Shakespeare, did you?)
Blessings my Dear Friends~
~Morgan~
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07 Friday Mar 2014
Posted in Poetry
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BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Darkness, Dreams, life, Nature, Poem, poetry, relationships, Shakespeare, spirituality
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar Act 4, scene 3
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Stand and Watch as Life Storms by
Like a Raging Ocean, High
In Wrath and Scorn, Roaring,
Yet let not the Tempest Keep your Dreams
From Soaring!
~Morgan~
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Amazing Original Artwork by: Jim Warren
18 Tuesday Feb 2014
Posted in Poetry
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BnV, BooknVolume, Calm, Conscience, Nature, Patience, Peace, photography, Quiet, quotes, Shakespeare, spirituality, William Shakespeare, ~Morgan~
~Morgan~
12 Wednesday Feb 2014
Posted in Just Me Musing
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Blather, BnV, BooknVolume, Choclates, creative writing, Cupid's Arrow, Gingerbread Mocha Chai Latte, Hamlet, life, Off My Trolley, playfulness, relationships, Romance, roses, Shakespeare, Sherlock, Single, Snoopy, Valentine, Valentine's Day, Writing, ~Morgan~
Single…odd expression, that. Yes, I’m single. Just me here. I don’t have anyone else attached to me. Just me, myself and I, even in mixed company! I’ve always been just me, not schizophrenic or anything (that we know of!) and I certainly am not hosting any alien life forms (again, that we know of!), but I never have done, so when people ask me and I happen to answer “Yes, I’m Single”, I cannot help wondering why the astonished expressions appear?
It might seem a particularly peculiar, not to mention personal, bit of information to share on a blog; yet, with Valentine’s Day just round the corner and romance, roses and chocolates in plentiful abundance, I thought it, at least somewhat, relevant. After all, there seems to be such emphases put on the point; whether someone is Single or….Attached? Not Single… Married (or not, depending), but when it comes right down to it, whether you are or whether you aren’t you still are (Single) aren’t you?
Ok, so I’ll admit, I’m feeling a bit mischievous lately. Spring certainly isn’t in the air (Not with a foot of snow or more looming in the not-so-distant future!), and I promise, I haven’t even touched Mt. Dew in almost a year (had to quit that particular addiction before it quit me!), so I cannot give you a precise explanation for this Singular Sensation of playfulness, but it is there in profusion, nevertheless.
You may have, perhaps, noticed my rather impish attitude lately in my comments, (or not, again, depending) and, since this has not been my “norm”, I thought it might be advisable to open the window (of elucidation) a bit wider, before you begin to think I am, in all honesty, off my trolley (which, you may or may not already think, in which case, this post may be coming a bit late!)
Now, before you stalk out of the room in a fluff, Sherlock (well, it’s almost as much a given as me utilizing a Hamlet reference anymore, isn’t it?), do “season your admiration for a while with an attent ear, while I deliver…this Marvel to you.” (and to mix Shakespeare and Sherlock in the same sentence is, by no means, a simple undertaking, I assure you!) But I digress.
Playful. Single. Valentine’s Day. Yes, so why should it be that I am behaving in this peculiar manner? A rather double edged sword, really, but no, I assure you, I haven’t gone off the deep end (yet); nor have I been struck by Cupid’s Arrow (at least, I have no visible evidence of that), but being Single, being of and by myself, attached to no other and filled with giddiness is, in most circumstances, a situation that bears explaining.
So, although I am as profoundly adept at procrastinating (verbally) as I am skilled at taking a thousand words to say little or nothing at all (a quality I know you all love about me!) (Yes, that WAS self-deprecating) I shall natter no longer. (as you breathe a deep, collective sigh of relief) (or annoyance, again, depending!)
My Point? Yes, I do actually have one (You don’t honestly think I’d put you through all of this for no reason at all, do you?) (well, {as I chuckle quite mischievously, indeed} I might!) But I haven’t done that to you today.
No, in spite of all the blather, my rationale for this set of wild and whirling words is simply to say, whether you are Single or Not-Single, the holiday of Love is upon us. A day for Giving (and hopefully, at least in most cases, receiving) a token of someone’s Affection, a Smile, a sentence or two of Appreciation tucked secretly inside a sweet little card with Snoopy on it (or Shakespeare, perhaps!) (words of Shakespeare, of course, and not, after all, the Great Bard himself, obviously), a delectable and entirely unanticipated treat in heart-shaped form, or any other measure of Love’s expression.
Yet why save these tokens for just one person? Yes, yes, by all means, do tell the one you Love how very much you do Love them, read them Shakespeare (OH how romantic, after all!), buy them roses, chocolates, or a steaming hot cup of Gingerbread Mocha Chai Latte (oh, sorry, I digress again!), but don’t forget the co-worker you see every day in the hallway, but rarely say more than Hello to; don’t overlook the server at your favourite pub who knows you and precisely want you want to order the moment you walk in the door; don’t neglect the mail courier, the secretary who helps you immeasurably every single day simply by showing up reliably, or the security guard who stands vigilantly outside the door, beyond notice.
Sharing a token with just one of them might bring more JOY into your day than any other Valentine you choose to give.
(That’s all, nothing too painful or poignant, at least, I hope!) (Outside of my Dickensian verbosity, that is)
SWAGH! (which means, of course, Sealed With A Giggly Hug!)
~Morgan~
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