My Small Boat

The World
Love built a stately house, where Fortune came,
And spinning fancies, she was heard to say
That her fine cobwebs did support the frame,
Whereas they were supported by the same;
But Wisdom quickly swept them all away.
The Pleasure came, who, liking not the fashion,
Began to make balconies, terraces,
Till she had weakened all by alteration;
But reverend laws, and […]

Ernest Hemingway was bet $10 that he could not write a story in six words. He won the bet with the following:
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

Chris Mullin noticed the following hand written note on an invitation to and event that he was attending….
“This is a very low priority. I suggest we pass it to Chris Mullin”

Big Whorls Have Little Whorls
Big whorls have little whorls
That feed on their velocity,
And little whorls have lesser whorls
And so on to viscosity.
This poem summarises Richardson’s 1920 paper ‘The supply of energy from and to Atmospheric Eddies’

A professor is one who talks in someone else’s sleep.

Life is painting a picture, not doing a sum.

All invention and progress comes from finding a link between two ideas that have never met.

The Unknown Citizen
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be
One against whom there was no official complaint,
And all the reports on his conduct agree
That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,
For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.
Except for the War till the day he retired
He […]

Wordplay
addding
subtrcting
multimultiplying
div id ing

A lady visited Matisse in his studio. Inspecting one of his latest works she unwisely said: “But surely the arm of this woman is much too long”; “Madame,” the artist replied, “you are mistaken. This is not a woman, this is a picture.”

G K Chesterton
When Plain Folk, such as you or I,
See the Sun sinking in the sky,
We think it is the Setting Sun,
But Mr. Gilbert Chesterton
Is not so easily misled.
He calmly stands upon his head,
And upside down obtains a new
And Chestertonian point of view,
Observing thus, how from his toes
The sun creeps nearer to his nose,
He cries […]

Nothing happens unless first a dream.