|
oliver sudden
|
 |
« Reply #150 on: 20:46:54, 09-08-2007 » |
|
What kind of name would you adopt if you were changing yours? As it happens I'm getting quite used to Oliver Sudden...  |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
Milly Jones
|
|
« Reply #151 on: 21:12:20, 09-08-2007 » |
|
One of the best names I've come across in teaching was a little boy called Eric Purple! And I once taught a little Japanese boy called Johnny Christmas. Presumably the Japanese family adopted their English names when they immigrated here as he'd not been in England for very long.
What kind of name would you adopt if you were changing yours? I'm just plain Jane so I'd choose a polysyllabic first name, such as Isabelle, Rebecca, Miranda or Amelia, followed by a more interesting surname than my current one. Hmm...much harder to choose....I think I'd have to be Purple.
I'd be Milly. It was my father's nickname for me when an infant because I was so small - "Milly Mouse". I really don't like my real name! |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
We pass this way but once. This is not a rehearsal!
|
|
|
|
Andy D
|
|
« Reply #152 on: 21:13:05, 09-08-2007 » |
|
One of the best names I've come across in teaching was a little boy called Eric Purple!
Hi Miranda, What a sensible choice! My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely, As the poor and sad are real to the good king, And the high green hill sits always by the sea. [start of Miranda by WH Auden] bws Eric the Aardvark |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
Andy D
|
|
« Reply #153 on: 21:19:17, 09-08-2007 » |
|
bws
Eric the Aardvark
Oh no, I've given away my real name!! |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
MrYorick
Guest
|
|
« Reply #154 on: 22:19:32, 09-08-2007 » |
|
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
[start of Miranda by WH Auden]
bws
Eric the Aardvark
Andy/Eric, could you please cite the whole poem? (If that isn't too much to ask.) I love Auden but I never heard of this poem before. Sounds beautiful. Thank you. |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
Mary Chambers
|
|
« Reply #155 on: 22:30:45, 09-08-2007 » |
|
I'd quite like to be called Miranda.
|
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
MabelJane
|
|
« Reply #156 on: 22:39:50, 09-08-2007 » |
|
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
[start of Miranda by WH Auden]
bws
Eric the Aardvark
Andy/Eric, could you please cite the whole poem? (If that isn't too much to ask.) I love Auden but I never heard of this poem before. Sounds beautiful. Thank you. I've just found it for myself to read, MrYorick, so here it is: Miranda by W. H. Auden
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
Up jumped the Black Man behind the elder tree,
Turned a somersault and ran away waving;
My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely.
The Witch gave a squawk; her venomous body
Melted into light as water leaves a spring,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
At his crossroads, too, the Ancient prayed for me,
Down his wasted cheeks tears of joy were running:
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely.
He kissed me awake, and no one was sorry;
The sun shone on sails, eyes, pebbles, anything,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
So to remember our changing garden, we
Are linked as children in a circle dancing:
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
And the high, green hill sits always by the sea. |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
|
|
|
|
Tony Watson
Guest
|
|
« Reply #157 on: 00:58:04, 10-08-2007 » |
|
I'd quite like to be called Miranda.
I wouldn't like to be called Miranda. When I was at school, one teacher was forever calling me Terry without realizing his mistake and I never bothered to point it out as it made a nice change to be called something else. |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
Sydney Grew
Guest
|
|
« Reply #158 on: 01:55:27, 10-08-2007 » |
|
. . . so many black Americans being given names like i.e. [sic - e.g.?] Duke Ellington. Why "black" we wonder? We suppose it must be a straight out translation of "negro". But in that case why not simply retain "negro"? It - "black" we mean - is certainly not a descriptive term. If we wished to be descriptive we might say "so many chocolate people" might we not? Still "white" - in contrast to which "negro" perhaps arose - is just as fundamentally inexact, denoting as it does light both astrophysical and Biblical and the effect produced by its presence reflection transmission or emission. |
|
|
|
« Last Edit: 02:30:07, 10-08-2007 by Sydney Grew »
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
oliver sudden
|
|
« Reply #159 on: 07:42:33, 10-08-2007 » |
|
Why "black" we wonder? One of things to do with the ebb and flow of adjectives and sensibilities across decades of discrimination and self-affirmation, we can only suggest. Still "white" - in contrast to which "negro" perhaps arose - is just as fundamentally inexact Certainly in our case: we appear to be mostly a shade of pink although the few minutes of sun to which we have been exposed this so-called 'summer' have managed to produce a subtle brownness here and there. |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
MrYorick
Guest
|
|
« Reply #160 on: 07:48:54, 10-08-2007 » |
|
I've just found it for myself to read, MrYorick, so here it is:
Miranda by W. H. Auden
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
...
Thank you very much, MabelJane  . That made me happy this morning ( entre autres ). Thanks! |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
|
|
|
|
Kittybriton
|
|
« Reply #161 on: 14:08:51, 10-08-2007 » |
|
Why "black" we wonder? One of things to do with the ebb and flow of adjectives and sensibilities across decades of discrimination and self-affirmation, we can only suggest. Still "white" - in contrast to which "negro" perhaps arose - is just as fundamentally inexact Certainly in our case: we appear to be mostly a shade of pink although the few minutes of sun to which we have been exposed this so-called 'summer' have managed to produce a subtle brownness here and there. Perhaps, if the effects of vitiligo had been more widely known earlier in history, terms like "black" and "white" might never have come into use. Although I don't think many of us would care to be known as "blotchies". |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
Click me -> About meor me -> my handmade storeNo, I'm not a complete idiot. I'm only a halfwit. In fact I'm actually a catfish. |
|
|
|
Janthefan
|
|
« Reply #162 on: 14:35:49, 10-08-2007 » |
|
If I could have chosen my own name I would be Eleanor....it sounds so graceful.  |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
Live simply that all may simply live
|
|
|
|
Don Basilio
|
|
« Reply #163 on: 15:50:52, 10-08-2007 » |
|
“Is your maid called Florinda?”
“Her name is Florinda.”
“What an extraordinary name to give a maid!”
“I did not give it to her; she arrived in my service already christened.”
“What I mean is,” said Mrs Riversedge,”that when I get maids with unsuitable names I call them Jane; they soon get used to it.”
“An excellent plan,” said the aunt of Clovis, coldly; “unfortunately I have got used to being called Jane myself. It happens to be my name.”
Saki: The Secret Sin of Septimus Brope
|
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
|
|
|
|
MabelJane
|
|
« Reply #164 on: 15:56:43, 10-08-2007 » |
|
“Is your maid called Florinda?”
“Her name is Florinda.”
“What an extraordinary name to give a maid!”
“I did not give it to her; she arrived in my service already christened.”
“What I mean is,” said Mrs Riversedge,”that when I get maids with unsuitable names I call them Jane; they soon get used to it.”
“An excellent plan,” said the aunt of Clovis, coldly; “unfortunately I have got used to being called Jane myself. It happens to be my name.”
Saki: The Secret Sin of Septimus Brope
Thanks for this, Don Basilio. Much appreciated! I've never read it - must find a copy. Jane |
|
|
|
|
Logged
|
Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
|
|
|
|
