In fact, when I was married, I almost bought the entire Oxford English Dictionary in print, but it was expensive, (it, now, runs almost $1,000.00!) and I knew I would be getting a divorce in the very near future, and since said divorce, I have been brokebrokebroke. Seriously, broke. But I *will* own it in some form, some day.
Main Entry: pro•sa•ic
Pronunciation: \prō-ˈzā-ik\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Late Latin prosaicus, from Latin prosa prose
Date: circa 1656
1: a characteristic of prose as distinguished from poetry: factual b: dull, unimaginative
2: everyday, ordinary; (heroic characters wasted in prosaic lives — Kirkus Reviews)
— pro•sa•i•cal•ly \-ˈzā-ə-k(ə-)lē\ adverb
Main Entry: daze
Pronunciation: \ˈdāz\
Function: transitive verb
Inflected Form(s): dazed; daz•ing
Etymology: Middle English dasen, from Old Norse *dasa; akin to Old Norse dasask to become exhausted
Date: 14th century
1: to stupefy especially by a blow: stun
2: to dazzle with light
— daze noun
— da•zed•ly \ˈdā-zəd-lē\ adverb
— dazed•ness \ˈdā-zəd-nəs, ˈdāzd-\ noun
I know this blog is in its infancy; it really hasn’t decided what it wants to be yet; it hasn’t discovered its purpose. But I would be okay with it if it wanted to remain without a specific purpose.
I do know, however, what it is not. It is not a business-centered venture. It has no specific formula for success. It is not a marketing device and is not designed to make money. It really isn’t even a lifestyle blog, although it does and will contain tidbits of my life as I try to live it. Who knows? It may grow into vignettes of how this one woman survived life, still breathing but not unscathed. And with a few of the poems that carried her through along the way.
And I know why I named it Prosaic Daze. The words are often prose as distinguished from the poetry I post here. However and more importantly, I named this blog Prosaic Daze because I want readers to know and understand that, sometimes, some things considered dull, unimaginative, mundane, or banal can simply dazzle, stupefy, and stun you with their inherent beauty.
Because there is beauty in all things; sometimes, you just have to let open that third eye to find it. Sometimes, finding the beauty in plain, ugly things is all that will carry you through to the next vibrant sunrise. And the sun *will* rise.
In peace and love…
