▶ Rhett Butler – Scarlett O’Hara: Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn… – YouTube. Today’s word is Damn—as in “Damn, I can’t find a magic word starting with D.” Then again, damn is a common curse word. It comes from a Latin word which means “to inflict loss on or to judge or to doom” and we still use it that way. In America, the word was not commonly—if ever—used in print or film until Margaret Mitchell wrote […]
Monthly Archives: April 2014
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Looking for magic words eventually led me to the dark side—curses. What if some jealous jinn or a wandering malevolent spirit saw fit to send snaking coils of evil magic my way? It seemed only prudent to be ready to zap enemies into green goo if necessary. Even Pagans don’t encourage curses though it is often argued some people invite curses. The logic is that a curse has to be pretty strong to go against Karma so if a curse […]
Friday Fictioneer contribution for April the twoth. Rochelle, at http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/, posts the picture prompt on Wednesdays. The challenge is to write a 100-word story from it. Theatrical superstitions and legends abound. I chose Macbeth, of course, and hope this homage doesn’t seem cheeky to Shakespearean experts—of whose number I am not one. If you enjoy my Friday Fictioneer entries, take a minute to look at my A-Z Blogs. Residuals The lights come up. My cue. My gauzy gown about me […]
Extended Clip: Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo | Disney Video. In my quest for the perfect, all-powerful magic word, I turned to that font of demonic words and symbology, Disney. In the animated Cinderella (1950) I struck pay dirt with the song “Bibbetty Bobbety Boo.” The song is sung by the fairy godmother so how could it be bad? Well, let me tell you. Strangely, the phrase has a history prior to Disney’s Cinderella. Ivan Turgenev was a Russion writer of short stories, novels, […]
Steve miller Band – Abracadabra – YouTube. As a freckle-faced, barefoot youngling, I searched high and low for a magic word to free me from my mundane existence—to transport me worlds away from my rocky farm in southern Missouri. I stood on a little hill near my house at dusk, arms extended. I spoke, I whispered, I shouted at the moon–word after word with the fervent faith of a ten year old. My parents must have been concerned. Later, as […]