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Last week some space was devoted to the crawling, scratching crab, so that perhaps enlarging on the topic “Crab in Idioms” may not be quite out of place. The plural in the previous sentence is an overstatement, for I have only one idiom in view. The rest is not worthy of mention: no certain meaning and no explanation. But my database is omnivorous and absorbs a lot of rubbish. Bibliographers cannot be choosers.
The post Sticking my oar in, or catching and letting go of the crab appeared first on OUPblog.
By: Katie Cusack,
on 7/6/2012
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My son told me there was nothing good about winter.
Rather than cajole him, I asked: So when does winter end?
"On the water" was his measured reply.
Ah, yes.
I'm at A Cast of One today.
Poetry Friday is hosted by Yat-Yee Chong.
New in paperback this month is The Book of Rowing, by D.C. Churback, revised and updated with a new introduction by the author. This classic omnibus of history and technique is fully illustrated with black-and-white photographs and line drawings throughout. Over 550 rowers will compete in Beijing at the 2008 Olympic games from August 7-19.
I was really tired this morning and made myself draw something without thinking about it, just letting the nib wander over the paper. (I'd hate to see this psychoanalysed!)
I think I'm still tired from last night. I went to the rowing club but there was no one around to row, so I thought I wouldn't waste the trip and practically killed myself battling the ergo rowing machine (like this). But then a bunch of people showed up and I was put in a boat with three other strapping men and had to keep up. It was actually a much better row than Saturday's, but I came home so tired it hurt. Like, when you can't even fall asleep because you're too tired and you just moan a lot.
Write Away has posted two more reviews of mine:
I had a lot of fun reading Chief Rhino to the Rescue by Sam Lloyd. I'm sure it's a tribute to Curious George but it's also a cracking good read on its own.
And I wasn't sure what to say about Women of Paris in Pictures by Quentin Blake so I probably wrote too much.
Last week we had a great row, everything was going so well. This morning we had four of us novices all together in a fine boat and it was a total disaster. I felt sorry for the cox, there wasn't much she could do to pull us together. We usually go for breakfast at the pub afterward, but we all just staggered homeward today. The lines are a bit wobbly because my arms are so sore from trying to keep up the rowing rhythm while the boat bucked and pitched to near capsizing.
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***Theodosia Throckmorton (Theo for short), the young daughter of the curator of the Museum of Legends and Antiquities in London, is very busy these days. The year is 1906, and the world’s western powers are busily excavating the treasure
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How cool that your poetic ideas come from your number one son.
Great question. I can see asking students that as a prompt for a poem. Thanks.
I so love listening to you read. I must say that I agree with your son. I was a port oar in a four man (woman!) all through college. Rowing in the tanks all winter is no fun, and just isn't the same as being on the water.
Wow, what a poem -- the images were crystal clear, and I liked how easy it was to become a part of its energy. The language was highly toned, like the rowers. Bravo!
I love this poem! I lived in New Hampshire for four years about a decade ago, and watched the UNH crew with huge fascination. That's something I still dream of trying someday!
Thanks, too, for your comments on my blog! So, so, so fun to find out someone is actually reading it! I'm loving this comment month thing.
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My God, Sara. That is a force of nature. "String by string by string, / muscles break and weep." So beautiful.
And definitely meant to be heard.
Thank you for letting me look at the change of season's through a rower's eyes. It's a new view; my world is a little bigger now. (Great to hear you read again, too!!!)
This WOULD be a great prompt! How old is your wise son?
P.S. Every time I come over here, I LOVE that pic of you laying in all the paper :-)
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Katie
Great Question, Amazing Answer and Beautiful Photo too. I love your blog!