If you’ve sensed that I’ve been on a Diane Lockward kick lately, you’re absolutely right!
First, I posted “I’m Lonely as the Letter X,” and then, “Eve’s Confession.” I may as well top those off today with a third poem from her most recent collection, What Feeds Us, called, “Heart on the Unemployment Line.”
by Lucien Levy-Dhurmer (1896),
rosewithoutathorn84’s photostream.
Take a deep breath, my friends, for today you must be brave.
It’s confession time.
Have you ever hidden food you really love (like chocolate) so no one else would eat it?
Even worse, have you ever “cheated” on your S.O. with fine pastry?
#11 in an ongoing series of posts celebrating the alphabet.
Writing X’s for kisses dates back to the Middle Ages, when much of the population was illiterate. A person made an “X” for his name, then kissed it, as a promise to stick to the agreement. Over time, the X came to stand for the kiss itself. (photo by Samdogs)
If X marks the spot, you’ve come to the right place!
I thought we’d give X a little love and attention today. As one of the least used letters in the alphabet (second only to Z), I imagine it must get pretty lonely at times.
A, E, I, O, U get invited to parties left and right. But X? It’s usually the first to be crossed off the A-list. This is what sometimes happens to letters with a sordid past: X-rated movies, Brand X, the symbol for “Poison.” But I’m happy to report X has redeemed itself of late.
Jama's Alphabet Soup 