In college I had a professor with a wonderfully sexy South American accent. Listening to him talk about art was sometimes like listening to a romantic fairy tale. But we were supposed to be learning stuff and taking notes. We were going to be tested on said stuff.
So he’s talking one day about how expressions convey emotions in art and he says, “severe eyebrows with sharp points say dibble” to some people.
You know how you’re sitting in class and you get some information you just plain don’t understand? So you look around to see if anyone else is as confused as you. Nope. Looks like everyone else knows what he’s talking about. Dibble? What’s dibble? You hope it isn’t on the exam and you keep taking notes. Two weeks later he says “dibble” again in a different context and you realize he means “devil.”
Yesterday I was sitting on the common patio of my complex reading a book and enjoying the sunshine when a cute little doggy bounded up to me. He was on a leash so he couldn’t get too close. As he got closer to me I noticed he had these funky eyes - really huge like a cats and startlingly blue. Like a flourescent blue. Scary. His papers may say Lhasa Apso but his eyes were screaming CUJO!
His owner comes closer and little Cujo gets a courtesy pat on the head while I concentrate on looking at his paws, his tail, his collar…anything but those eyes. Seconds later they disappear into the house.
I come back to my place and not five minutes later I smack my hand against my arm and smush a flea! Cujo indeed! A Cujo of the worst sort - he sends fleas to do his evil bidding - sucking the very soul from his victims one flea bite at a time! So beware of dibble-eyed dogs - they’re out to get us all!
Ah Abbie, that is so funny! Watch out for the little henchmen LOL Figures the devil would use parasites :p
I was reading Rainer Maria Rilke, “Letters to a Young Poet” and thought of you. Do you know his work? I think he might spark you, some wonderful words in his work
Comment by Meadow — June 10, 2006 @ 4:22 pm
Abbie that was a delight to read! It also brought back memeories of when I was in 8th grade and had a teacher who I fell in love with just from the sound of her voice. Her voice had such a soothing quality to it, in fact many times I found myself drifting away in lustful daydreams while in her class! Ahhh…those were the days. Of course all of it was in my imagination but her voice alone kept me wanting to keep coming to school back then!
p.s…beware of blue eyed dibbles!
Comment by greggy — June 11, 2006 @ 3:24 pm