Thursday, 29 March 2007

eggs and pussy willow

Lent is coming to an end. The 40 days before Easter of refusing yourself the little pleasures in life, such as booze, sweets, meat, shagging, dancing and laughing raucously in the street is a Catholic ritual not really adhered to by any one any more. Well, not on such a grand scale. People however, here and there might stop drinking wine with dinner or refuse to gobble chocolate for the period or even refrain from hosting a wedding (a big fat NO during Lent), all small sacrifices to strengthen the spirit. Religious clanking aside though, I think it is commendable. And also more proof as to why the almighty Pole has an iron will and the balls of a bull. Seriously, I have never met so many individuals on a grand scale who display such strength of character and self-reliance. ‘No bullshit’ should be the national catch cry, whilst powering through the national sport.

Aside from my gushing love for the average Pole, check out these eggs below! The local market I frequent has filled up with all things Easter and egg (and not too much of the chocolate variety). These particular ones were hand-painted by a Ukrainian woman working in Krakow (they’re not actual boiled eggs). Aren’t they tops? I bought two and have decided to send them to the first two people who post an egg limerick on crooked corner. You better not disappoint me!


Pussy willow is also huge around Easter time. Mainly, because it ripens during the spring period. But more importantly because it’s fury. And therefore resembles say, a rabbit? A chicken? A duck? A hairy egg?


With Easter comes Palm Sunday. That’s the day, to fill the gaps in your biblical trivia bank, when Jesus arrived to Jerusalem on a donkey and was greeted by the hordes waving palm leaves, a week before he was crucified. So the Poles, on Palm Sunday go to church and wave ‘palms’. Given there are no actual palms in Slavland, these decorative twigs and wheat grasses are dyed and arranged in a bouquet instead.


And for those keen to see it live but not in Poland? Don't fret. Way out west in Marayong you can catch a palm waving ceremony this Sunday no doubt. Just catch the Richmond yellow line. All stations.

6 comments:

liamski said...

I like a challenge. I spent well over fifteen seconds on this nugget. Can you tell?


A toboggan racer; Clint Grouser,
He of short leg trouser,
Ate the yolk of an egg
For a job he did beg
now works at Adelaide Advertiser.

I'm here all week.

Michael said...
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Michael said...

Third time lucky?

Here it is:

They leaned in and kissed,
Nineteen hours later: the twist ——
Egg and sperm unite, then divide:
And long after the end of the ride
A baby's cries echo that tryst!

Kukus said...

Ned kelly was a villain,
cause he did lots of killin,
let it be said,
bloated, while we lie in bed
its hard to resist cadbury egg fillin

p dot s, in a legal text book there was a reference to a line 'such is life' and the citation was 'poor Ned Kelly' or sumin to that effect... is that something he said, or a joke at his expense because of how he ended up? pray tell oh clever cookie of a cousin

brad said...

Shattered, myself, that I missed the limerick competition, but knowing the depths of my literary genius, I felt I must contribute regardless.

My leetle egg is so wee
It's less than the willy of a bee
My Grandma's a cow
I wish she knew how
To get better presents for me

[This work is of a fictional nature and is not intended to bear any resemblance Grandmothers living or dead]