Ah, Valentine's Day. I'll go ahead and link my 2008 rant, 'The Death of Twue Wove,' a.ka. 'The Grinch Who Shanked Cupid,' since I can't really top it. (Sorry for the dated political references.)
However, many of the "some e-cards" on relationships and Valentine's Day are pretty funny. You could almost tell a tale with them (and another graphic or two).
Courtship:
The implicit relationship contract:
The breakup:
Post-breakup:
Post-post-breakup:
I'm also amused by the ones on the internet, social media, Newt Gingrich and um, white people.
Finally, in recognition of twue wove and all its human flaws and small joys – as opposed to shallow, saccharine, commercialized cheap sentiment – here's one of the truly great love poems:
Sonnet 130
By William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
3 comments:
Bat,
Thank you.
I'm so sorry I didn't see this yesterday but I was so damned depressed . . . .
Again, thank you for the much-needed belly laughs.
Yours in twoo wove,
S
P.S. You're the best!
Hey Batocchio, I'm actually still working on my Valentines for Mr. Aimai. He wrote me a sonnet, about politics, and I am doing a collage, sort of a found poem/meditation and pastiche based on random valentines cards I picked up. I agree with you about the possibility of a "story line" emerging from the valentines memorabilia and ephemera that is scattered around. Once you think of it as telling a story you can have quite a bit of fun whether you are telling an anti romance (I can live quite well without you) or a romance (I live for you). I consider myself lucky to be living the dweam with a romantic. Luckily I can't remember ever really reflecting on valentines day until I was in a serious romance and then married so I don't look back on years of heartbreak. But maybe I've just repressed it.
aimai
Suzan, happy to help.
aimai, that sounds cool!
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