Thursday, April 05, 2007


She is Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the West.
Oz is just another dreary day without her.

She is Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali.
She is Inanna.
She is a Carpenter and a Debutante.
She is the answer to Samsons Riddle.
She is Murphys Law and Brewsters Factor and Hobsons Choice.
She is the White Whale. She is Ahab.
She is Hannibal.
She is Calamity Jane and Annie Oakley and Cat Ballou.
No, she is too smart to be Cat Ballou.
Not just another Lost Angel.
She is 1 part Genius and 2 parts Magic and as far as pure thinking goes, she pushes me.
She tasks me.

One of the blogs I have looked at almost as long as Grizzbabes took me a long time to actually leave a comment. The reason is that it may be in some ways the smartest blog I look at. Now ‘smart “ is largely overrated and if we were going for smart as reading material we probably, none of us, would ever have met. Still Kissyface stands as the smartest blog I will allow myself to look at.
If The Grizz and my three companions in Oz are all holding hands and singing "Kum-bay-ya", then Kissyface would well Qualify as a very Foxy, kinder and gentler Elphaba, better known as The Wicked Witch of the West.
It was Elphaba that admonished Dorothy to ‘Go home” in skywriting from her Broom. Indeed, that is all Dorothy wanted anyway. How could Dorothy have made it home without Elphaba? Hmm?
When the Solstice's and Equinoxi have their days on the Calender , and as the seasons of the Earth and phases of the Moon move through their cycles, I can hardly wait for my lesson and rush to the site for instruction from Kissyface. Her blogs become treatises on all manner of occasion and during Halloween and Valentines Day the reading becomes extremely interesting. She combines Norse with Celt and throws in the Greek and Roman equivalents and I find it all so fascinating.
But she does not stop there....she is Elphaba yet because she is so controversial. She will speak right up with a sharp tongue and a wicked little mouth and because of that she is not for everybody. She is for me.
When we are all trying to recover from MLK Day, she pulls Muhammed Ali from her pointy hat, reminding us of another Great one.
Lately she has taken to finding very nice Photography and writing a bit of Poetry or Prose or something inspired by that image. Back when I was trying to explain what I thought was the difference between passion and Love she came up with this, and I do not know if she had me in mind when she wrote it or if I am just tilting windmills... it seemed to say what I wanted to say...I’ll let you decide...its but an excerpt.

From 'Fifteen"

“People, tread with naked, tender steps,
the careful paces of those who know that each touch
bite of bread
every seed sewn, every limb torn down,
garment dropped
button popped
every lay me down
should be handled like a prayer
whispered in earnest to the Mother
the ear of the lover
to the hole you dig in the ground
because each time is new
every all the time a beginning.”

Kissyface, I believe, Groks Holiness.
She talks to Angels.


Annelisa said...

That first poem... is it yours, Steve? I liked it such a lot!

Kissyface appears to have quite a talent for prose too... I like this piece, and will have to find the rest of the poem and read it in context (any chance of putting the link in to that post from here?)

Thanks for your visits over mine, Steve, especially since I'm being slow in the returning lately... hopefully more back to normal next week! :-)

nothing said...

Man, you have been singing the praises of all these blog folks and friends.

Sure, the ladies is where you should begin, but my nonsense should count for something at sometime.

GrizzBabe said...

This is an excellent tribute to Kissyface. She deserves all that and more.

Your praises should be sung as well, Nothing. Were is not for you and your post on Atlas Shrugged, I never would have gotten to know Steve.

Mother of Invention said...

I'll check her out! I may not be smart enough to "get" her poety!! Sometimes it is a challenge to understand what the heck people mean!

red-dirt-girl said...

Personally, I like to believe it was actually ME who inspired Kissygirl to start writing her own poetry and selecting images - I, having challenged her comment regarding prose vs. poetry.....ahem......well, ur, ummm,

I did happen to stick my foot in my mouth at the same time, necessitating an apology to Kissyface, in writing, on her blog...which she graciously accepted

resulting in my eating crow....which I have since been informed is a bird of carrion and, therefore, should NOT be eaten. In response, I have switched to consuming blackbird pie...but more about that later....

So in deference to Kissyface and all her wonders, I submit humbly this poem for her:

Because You Asked About the Line Between Prose and Poetry

Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow
Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.

There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell.

by Howard Nemerov


steve said...

annelisa- the first parts a poem? Does that make me a Poet or just Poetic? of course you are right...and I have put in the link to view kF's "Fifteen" in its entirety.
nothin'...i wondered if i could draw you out by omission! i i had been you, i would have been out much after my first post on grizzbabe where I bypassed you...Cheers! will have to help me find something printable about nothing!
Mother...she's different!
RDG- i don't understand a word of it...the difference, that is!

Barbara said...

The serious content of this new (to me) Blog is so incongruous with the name. I can see there's a lot in substance here. Thanks for the lead. At some point, we must have an Oz reunion -- in costume, don't you agree? Meanwhile, I'm just following the yellow brick road...

steve said...

Barbara..yes, but we still have some characters to go yet, do we not?

red-dirt-girl said...

ahhh Steve, Steve....

It is a slow descent...from line to line and word to word....and yes
the point again is tongue in cheek -

where do we draw the line between poetry and prose?

Kissyface? any ideas?

kissyface said...

as I wrote to Steve in an email:

you see, I turn my back for ten minutes... ok, I don't take compliments well, and furthermore,
"So far as I can remember, there is not one word in
the Gospels in praise of intelligence."
-- Bertrand Russell

just look what he's gotten up to!

but a genuine thanks for all the praise here, warranted or not.

Grizzbabe - your compliments mean a lot. You're a sharp, talented, funny, and sweet-hearted lady. I love your blog. Wish you wrote more often. Myself, I've never read any Ayn Rand, though I'm repeatedly advised to do so.

RDG -I'm not totally certain what you want me to comment on here, but I really liked the Nemerov excerpt. It's a great illustration of his point, the difference. (Did you really not get it, Steve? Are you being intentionally obtuse for the sake of humor?)

It is possible you helped inspire me to write some poems, but I've been doing it most of my life, though not so much in the last year until the photo series (of which there are maybe only five or six, though I posted my own stuff before that on occasion, too). They were largely inspired by another blog I read, Unremitting Failure, because he was posting such interesting images. His reactions are so unusual and creative, although entirely different in tone - full of snark and cynicism and outrageous humor.

Anyway, one day I came across a website with an image that just floored me and it all came pouring out, which is pretty much how the others have been, for good or ill. They are fun to do. And hopefully, the words can stand without the images attached.

Who is this "Nothing," and where does one find him?

Barbara - good point (I'm making an assumption here that you are, in fact, talking about my blog), my screen name (which is utterly absurd, and I know it), and the title of the blog are often opposed to what is sometimes serious content. But there is hopefully a fair amount of levity and humor found there, as well.

My 'name' was originally something I thought of for an imaginary Japanese pop girl band, smitten as they are with things American and feminine and bubblegum (not to say that's a singular fixation). But, as I know of no such group to whom the moniker could be donated and affixed, I adopted it for myself.

1) because it amuses me
2) because there are few things I like more than kissing
3) because most of my life and upbringing was historically so preposterously oppressively serious that I want every day to be an embrace of something more playful. More fun. That is not to say I ignore the other side of things in the least. But as a spiritual advisor of mine stated, "Life is meant to be danced." That is what I endeavor to do, from here on out.

Keep on writing, Good People.
God bless us all.

red-dirt-girl said...

Ummm....Kissyface.....the 'inspiration came from Me' quote was meant to be interpreted 'tongue in cheek' in not to be taken seriously.....

However, thanks for the interesting exposition on the when, what, how, why of your own poetry.


kissyface said...

RDG - I know you were being tongue in cheek, but as I said, it is possible you helped inspire me to start up again. I meant it. Any jostling can agitate the senses, will, synapses, whatever it is that gets a person to pick up a pen or tap a keyboard. Ya know.