Saturday 22 July 2023

The Serpent-Queen : Jean Tatlock


Oppenheimer :
Our Bodies are mostly just 
empty space between molecules,
and yet somehow
presses palms with Kitty 
(who he has just met)
The Strong Forces of Attraction
in The Universe act to prevent
Our Bodies from falling through
one another —
They mesh their fingers together,
become Quantum-entangled
and Fall in Love.






The Serpent-Queen dismounts following sex, and walks across Oppenheimer’s bedroom, bare-breasted to study His Bookshelf.

Jean Tatlock :
What kind of Physicist has a 
whole shelf’s-worth of Freud?

Oppenheimer :
(Naked, but not-actually.)
It’s not just Freud, it’s
more the Jungian…

Jean Tatlock :
You were in Psychoanalysis?

Oppenheimer :
When I lived in England, in Cambridge,
I had some Problems.

Jean Tatlock :
What Problems?

Oppenheimer :
I tried to Kill My Teacher.

She picks-up The Book 
He is READING,
holds it up at the page 
it is open-to 

Jean Tatlock :
What’s This?

Oppenheimer
It’s Sanskrit.

Jean Tatlock
You can Read it?

Oppenheimer
I’m still Learning.

Jean Tatlock
(holds up The Book
Read it to Me.

Oppenheimer
It tells of how Vishnu, taking on 
His Multi-Armed form….

Jean Tatlock
READ The WORDS

Oppenheimer
“Now, I am Become Death;

(she duly hops back on 
to his newly re-erect penis)

The Destroyer of Worlds.”






“At the root of nearly all female and male opposite-sex attraction are a whole series of unanswered and probably unanswerable questions. There are mysteries and confusions that occur at the levels of the dating ritual. These have been the staple for nearly all comedy and tragedy from the earliest times right up to the present. But the greatest and most enduring questions reside underneath the courting and dating rituals and often find full expression at the stage of the mating ritual. Women want to know what it is that men are after, what they want and what – if anythingthey might be feeling during the act of sex. These questions are a staple of conversation between friends and a source of unbelievable private concern and angst at some stage (sometimes all) of most people’s lives from adolescence onwards.


  If there is any one thing in society that gets even close to matching the confusion and angst of women about men, it is of course the list of questions which men have about women. The subject of nearly all dramatic comedy is the inability of Men to understand Women. What are they thinking? What do they want? Why is it so hard to read their actions?


Why does each sex expect the other to be able to decode their words, actions and silences, when no member of the opposite sex has ever been given a decoding manual for the opposite sex?


  At the root of the heterosexual male’s set of concerns and questions is the same question that women have about men. What is the act of lovemaking like? What does the other person feel? What do they get out of it? And how do the sexes fit together? The Ancients contemplated these questions of course. They linger in Plato – and are suggested most famously in Aristophanes’ contribution to the Symposium. But none of it is answered. The Mystery continues, and most likely always will.


  And that is where the presence of especially male homosexuals makes its unnerving entrance. For until the advent of plausible surgery for people who believed that they had been born in the wrong body (of which more later), the most disturbing travellers across the sexes were male homosexuals. Not because of a strongly feminine part of their nature but because they knew something about The Secret that women hold in sex. It is a Question – and a concern – which has existed for millennia.


  Consider the legend of Tiresias as recounted in the Metamorphoses. There Ovid tells the story of Jove and Juno, who one day are idly joking about lovemaking. Jove tells Juno, ‘You women get more pleasure out of love than we men do, I’m sure.’ Juno disagrees and so they resolve to get the opinion of Tiresias: ‘He who knows both sides of love.’ 


The story of Tiresias is complex. Ovid tells us that Tiresias once came upon a pair of huge snakes mating in a green copse. He attacked them with his staff and was immediately transformed from a man into a woman. After spending seven years as a woman, in the eighth year he came upon the snakes again, and struck them again. ‘If striking you has magic power / To change the striker to the other sex, / I’ll strike you now again,’ he tells them. He does so and returns to being a man.


  Jove and Juno summon Tiresias because they want him to declare judgement on the question of whether men or women enjoy lovemaking more. The traveller across the sexes declares that Jove is right: women enjoy lovemaking more. 


Offended by the claim, Juno condemns Tiresias to be blind, and it is to compensate him for his blindness (for no god can undo the act of another god) that Zeus endows Tiresias with the gift of prophecy – the gift that will later allow Tiresias to predict the fate of Narcissus. Gods, snakes and staffs aside, the legend of Tiresias raises – and suggests An Answer to – A Question of the greatest depth. It is one that gay men also play a part in.


  Remarkably few people have taken this question up. One of the few who has done so in recent years is the writer and (not coincidentally) classicist Daniel Mendelsohn in his 1999 work The Elusive Embrace: Desire and the Riddle of Identity. In that family history-cum-memoir he delves deep into this subject. Asking what it is like when two men have sex he writes:


  In a way, it is like the experience of Tiresias; this is the real reason why gay men are uncanny, why the idea of gay men is disruptive and uncomfortable. All straight men who have engaged in the physical act of love know what it is like to penetrate a partner during intercourse, to be inside the other; all women who have had intercourse know what it is like to be penetrated, to have the other be inside oneself. But the gay man, in the very moment that he is either penetrating his partner or being penetrated by him, knows exactly what his partner is feeling and experiencing even as he himself has his own experience of exactly the opposite, the complementary act. Sex between men dissolves otherness into sameness, men into de, in a perfect suspension: there is nothing that either party doesn’t know about the other. If the emotional aim of intercourse is a total knowing of the other, gay sex may be, in its way, perfect, because in it, a total knowledge of the other’s experience is, finally, possible. But since the object of that knowledge is already wholly known to each of the parties, the act is also, in a way, redundant. Perhaps it is for this reason that so many of us keep seeking repetition, as if depth were impossible.


  Mendelsohn goes on to describe a poem written by a friend about a young gay man who watches football being played by men whom he silently and jealously desires. The poem finishes with a lustful, imaginative description of the players having sex with their girlfriends and of one man ‘falling through her into his own passion’. Mendelsohn describes his own earlier heterosexual experiences, and whilst admitting that there was nothing unpleasant about them, they were, he says, ‘like participating in a sport for which you’re the wrong physical type’. But he adds:


  From those indifferent couplings I do remember this : when men have sex with women, they fall into the woman. She is the thing that they desire, or sometimes fear, but in any event she is the end point, the place where they are going. She is the destination. It is gay men who, during sex, fall through their partners back into themselves, over and over again.


  He goes on:


  I have had sex with many men. Most of them look a certain way. They are medium in height and tend to prettiness. They will probably have blue eyes. They seem, from the street, or across the room, a bit solemn. When I hold them, it is like falling through a reflection back into my desire, into the thing that defines me, my self.


  This is a remarkable insight, and also a disturbing one. Because it suggests that there will always be something strange and potentially threatening about gay people – most especially gay men. Not just because Being Gay is an unstable component on which to base an individual identity and a hideously unstable way to try to base any form of group identity, but because gays will always present a challenge to something innate in the group that make up The Majority in Society.



  All women have something that heterosexual men want. They are holders, and wielders, of a kind of Magic. But here is the thing : Gays appear in some way to be in on The Secret. That may be liberating for some people. Some women will always enjoy talking with gay men about the problems – including the sexual problems – of men. Just as some straight men will always enjoy having this vaguely bilingual friend who might help them learn the other language. But there are other people — insecure people — for whom it will always be unnerving


Because for them gays will always be the people – especially the men – who know TOO MUCH.”







He’s Sincere.
He’s Sincere
because He’s A Drunkand 
Drunks are always Sincere, 
even when they are lying —  
they have no filter.

It may be Dishonest, it might be 
complete and utter self-Justifying horseshit
as it usually will be, and almost  
exclusively  isBUT —
He Means it 
when He Says it.































Zod :
You are The One
Kara Zor-El —

Supergirl :
…..What Did You Do to Kal-El?

Supergirl :
WHAT DID YOU DO????

Zod :
The infant, did not survive 
The Procedure….

Friday 21 July 2023

DUNKIRK







DUNKIRK 

“The first eventful date in my army career was the eve of the final evacuation from Dunkirk, when I was sent to the O.P. at Galley Hill to help the cook. I had only been in the Army twenty-four hours when it happened. Each news bulletin from BBC told an increasingly depressing story. 

Things were indeed very grave. For days previously we could hear the distant sound of explosions and heavy gunfire from across the Channel. Sitting in a crude wood O.P. heaped with earth at two in the morning with a Ross Rifle with only five rounds made you feel so bloody useless in relation to what was going on the other side. Five rounds of ammo, and that was between the whole O.P. 

The day of the actual Dunkirk evacuation the Channel was like a piece of polished steel. I’d never seen a sea so calm. One would say it was miraculous. I presume that something like this had happened to create the “Angel of Mons” legend. 

That afternoon Bombardier Andrews and I went down for a swim. It would appear we were the only two people on the south coast having one. With the distant booms, the still sea, and just two figures on the landscape, it all seemed very very strange. We swam in silence. Occasionally, a squadron of Spitfires or Hurricanes headed out towards France. 

I remember so clearly, Bombardier Andrews standing up in the water, putting his hands on his hips, and gazing towards where the B.E.F. was fighting for its life. It was the first time I’d seen genuine concern on a British soldier’s face;I can’t see how they’re going to get ’em out,” he said. 

We sat in the warm water for a while. We felt so helpless. 

Next day the news of the “small armada” came through on the afternoon news. As the immensity of the defeat became apparent, somehow the evacuation turned it into a strange victory. I don’t think the nation ever reached such a feeling of solidarity as in that week at any other time during the war. 

Three weeks afterwards, a Bombardier Kean, who had survived the evacuation, was posted to us. “What was it like,” I asked him.

Like son? It was a fuck up, a highly successful fuck up.


******

In the months to come we enlivened many a lonely military camp. We saw life. In Upper Dicker, we played for a dance-cum-orgy. Couples were disappearing into the tall grass having it off and then coming back to the dance. God knows how many Coitus Interrupti the Hesitation Waltz caused, but we heard screams from behind the trees. 

Music has strange effects on drunks : one lunatic ripped open his battle-dress, pointed to a scar on his chest, and shouted “Dunkirk! You bloody coward.He had a face made from red plasticine by a child of three, that or his parachute didn’t open. “Do you hear me, you bloody coward. Dunkirk …he kept saying. I’ve no idea what he meant. I confused him by giving him the ladies’ spot prize. 

A fight broke out with the Canadians. They were all massive. “How do you get such huge men?” I asked one. 

“We go in the forest, shake the trees and they fall out,” he said. 

A worried officer rushed up. 
“Can you play ‘The Maple Leaf Forever’?” 

“No sir, after an hour I get tired.” 

“You’re under arrest,” he said. 

In despair we played The King, shouted ‘Everyone back to their own beds’, and departed.

Sunday 16 July 2023

Star-One



Space-Command no-longer recognises The Authority of 
The President or of The Council.

We are the only force capable of handling the present emergency.

The President and those members of the Council who are unable to accept the realities of the situation are even now being arrested, as are those of our own people whose loyalties may be divided. At a time like this complete unity is an absolute essential.



[scene - shots of approaching space ships]

NOVA QN PILOT
Keldan Control, Keldan Control, this is Nova Queen on primary approach zero-four-zero. Request orbital entry clearance. [beep]

K CONTROL
Nova Queen, Nova Queen, this is Keldan control. Maintain zero-four-zero. Orbital entry is clear. [beep]
NOVA QN PILOT
Keldan Control, this is Nova Queen. I have an unidentified trace on zero-four-zero. [beep]
K CONTROL
Nova Queen, this is Keldan Control. Maintain zero-four-zero and switch to Computer Flight Coordination. [beep]
NOVA QN PILOT
Switching to CFC, maintaining zero-four-zero. [beep] [pause] That ship is still coming at us. [beep]
K CONTROL
Nova Queen, this is Keldan Control. The ship is an unmanned ore carier on Computer Flight Coordination. 

[beep]

NOVA QN PILOT
I hope you're sure about that, Keldan, it's still on zero-four-zero. 

[beep]

K CONTROL
Nova Queen, computer control is confirmed. No problem. [beep]

NOVA QN PILOT
You know that and I know that, but does the computer know that? [beep]

K CONTROL
It'll switch vectors any time now. Relax. [beep]

NOVA QN PILOT
I'll relax when it gets that ship off zero-four- zero. [beep]

K CONTROL
It will. [beep]

NOVA QN PILOT
Keldan control, I have four thousand passengers on this ship and that ore carrier is still on zero-four-zero. [beep]

K CONTROL
Computer flight coordination doesn't make errors. [beep]

NOVA QN PILOT
To hell with that! Do something, Keldan. That thing is coming straight at us. [beep] Keldan Control! [beep]

K CONTROL
Nova Queen, switch to manual control, engage emergency boosters and abort zero-four-zero. Confirm please. [beep]
NOVA QN PILOT
I can see it! My God, it's too late!
K CONTROL
Nova Queen, Nova Queen, this is Keldan Control, do you copy? [beep] Nova Queen, Nova Queen, come in please. [beep]

[scene - Servalan's office in Space Command]

SERVALAN
Unfortunate.

DURKIM
You do have a way with words, Supreme Commander. 
I'm sorry, that was unneccessary. 
Everyone on the Nova Queen died 
instantly of course, 
but it didn't end there. 

The ship's neutron drive unit 
broke free, survived the fall 
through the atmosphere. 
It went critical just about the time 
it hit the surface. 

Ground zero was slap 
in the middle of Keldan City. 
Half the population 
was killed outright.

SERVALAN
It was a computer malfunction, presumably.

DURKIM
Yes.

SERVALAN
These things happen, Durkim.

DURKIM
They're happening far too often, Supreme Commander. Computer Flight Coordination is breaking down on twenty different worlds and the problem is spreading.

SERVALAN
Are you saying it's 
a basic design fault?

DURKIM
No, that's not what I'm saying. Look. That's the equatorial zone 
on Palmero.

SERVALAN
Palmero?

DURKIM
Yes, and that is snow you're 
looking at, Supreme Commander. 
It'll be some time before they 
re-establish themselves as the Federation's main producer 
of tropical fruit. 
And this, the plains of Suni :
Mean temperature has gone up by twenty degrees. 
It hasn't rained anywhere 
on that planet in sixty days. 

When it does, the effect 
will be something like this... 

The planet Vilka, where it hasn't stopped raining for sixty days. 
The planet Herom... Carthenis.... 
Climate control has gone disastrously wrong on 
all the frontier worlds.

SERVALAN
And it's spreading?

DURKIM
Rapidly.

SERVALAN
Anything else?
DURKIM
Isn't that enough?

SERVALAN
No, it's impossible, Durkim.

DURKIM
You mean unthinkable, don't you? 
Look, everything you've just seen 
has one common denominator.

SERVALAN
Computers.

DURKIM
Not computers. Computer
Singular. Very singular indeed. 
Our unbeatable Control and 
Coordination Centre.

SERVALAN
No!

DURKIM
Servalan, by design or accident 
Star One is failing.

SERVALAN
There has to be another explanation.

DURKIM
There isn't.

SERVALAN
And if you want to keep 
your job you'll find it.

DURKIM
Why won't you face the facts?

SERVALAN
Because I'm not convinced
And even if I were, there would 
be nothing I could do about it.

DURKIM
Well, surely under the circumstances you could get clearance 
to put a team in.

SERVALAN
Star One is the most secure installation in The Federation.

DURKIM
I know that.

SERVALAN
Do you know why it's 
so thoroughly secure?

DURKIM
Well, presumably because knowledge 
of its location is severely restricted.

SERVALAN
No! Knowledge of it's location 
is non-existent
Durkim, no one knows 
where Star One is
No-one at all!

[scene - Servalan's office]

SERVALAN
There's no doubt in your mind that he was telling the truth? 

INTERROGATOR
None, Supreme Commander. We didn't rush him. He was telling the truth all right.

SERVALAN
Very well, interrogate the rest of his team just to make sure, and try not to kill them. [Durkim enters] Yes, Durkim, what is it?

DURKIM
I find that just a little distracting, Supreme Commander. 
What's all this about?

SERVALAN
Time to defend ourselves.

DURKIM
Against whom?

SERVALAN
Each other. Now what is it you want? Quickly, you're wasting time.

DURKIM
There's an emergency meeting of the High Council.

SERVALAN
I am aware of that.

DURKIM
I've been summoned to appear before it. You put Headquarters on full security restriction. I can't get off this satelite without your direct clearance.

SERVALAN
No.

DURKIM
Well, 'no' you agree with what I'm saying or 'no' you refuse my clearance.

SERVALAN
Both. Now get back to your work. 
I am still waiting for your theories about where Star One may be located.

DURKIM
That summons is a Presidential Order in Council. I have to go.

SERVALAN
Space Command no longer recognises the authority of the President or of The Council.

DURKIM
I don't think I understand.

SERVALAN
We are the only force capable of handling the present emergency.

DURKIM
I doubt if even we can do that.

SERVALAN
The President and those members of the Council who are unable to accept the realities of the situation are even now being arrested, as are those of our own people whose loyalties may be divided. At a time like this complete unity is an absolute essential.

DURKIM
There isn't enough data. 
I can't even guess where Star One is.

SERVALAN
Then I suggest you try harder. Or I might think you're part of the plot.

DURKIM
Plot?

SERVALAN
Obviously, someone is trying to destroy the Federation, now perhaps it's you.

DURKIM
Why would I want to do that?

SERVALAN
'Why' is always the most difficult question. At the moment I am more concerned with 'how'.

DURKIM
Is she involved?

SERVALAN
You know her?

DURKIM
Her name's Lurena, I think. Isn't it. 
Er, we were acquainted.

SERVALAN
You were more than just acquaintances.

DURKIM
That's a long time ago. 
She emigrated to one 
of the frontier worlds.

SERVALAN
She's on Star One.

DURKIM
She can't be, it's unmanned. The systems are automatic.

SERVALAN
A group of scientists and technicians elected to spend the rest of their lives refining, checking and guarding the systems.

DURKIM
Knowing they could never leave, never come home. That's appalling.

SERVALAN
Inspiring, surely. In the best tradition 
of selfless devotion to the Federation.

DURKIM
That's your answer then. Some or all of them have changed their minds.

SERVALAN
Uh-uh. They were all screened and conditioned very carefully by our best psycho-manipulation teams. 
None of the group could attempt to damage the systems, identify the location or contact anyone outside Star One without going obviously insane.

DURKIM
How can you be certain of that?

SERVALAN
The head of the psychomanipulation 
team has just finished... reassuring 
my interrogators. So whatever 
is happening on Star One 
is happening against her will.

DURKIM
There's nothing I can do.

SERVALAN
You get back to work, Durkim. She may still have a chance. If we can find her in time.

DURKIM
May I offer you my personal congratulations, and loyalty, Madame President?

INTERCOM VOICE
Supreme Commander.

SERVALAN
What is it?

INTERCOM VOICE
Blake and his crew. The strategy programs have all come up blank on the possible courses they took.

SERVALAN
Run them again.

INTERCOM VOICE
But, Supreme Commander.

SERVALAN
Run them again! [intercom off
I will not be President 
of a ruined empire.

The Keeper



The Köninck Portrait of Dr W.G. Grace

There are still certain points which need clearing up on the subject of the disputed portrait of The Great Doctor.

The dust of controversy has settled, by now. Yet it is amusing to recall that fifty years ago the Köninck portrait of Grace was always reproduced as a proof that the famous beard was false. 

Grace certainly used his beard like a good gamesman, and no doubt this fact, and the obvious advantages of a large black beard, gave rise to the rumour. It was said that the join of the beard to the neck (N on the picture) was faked. Mr Samuel Courtauld first came into prominence as an investigator of pictures by stepping forward to point out that at the mouth (M on the picture) the join was obviously natural.

The extraordinary success of Grace as a gamesman has led to an astounding crop of stories associated with his name. Half the cricket theorists in England have vied with each other in the invention of the unlikeliest tales.

The Gladstonian Theory 
Ridiculous theories were particularly rife in 1888 as to the 'real identity' of The Great Doctor. The Köninck portrait usually figures largely in these discussions. 

If the cap in the portrait is supposed to show the colours of the Wanderers, why the monogram? And if the monogram shown is that of the Gloucester Colts, why the button on the top of the head? Microscopic examination has shown, too, that the shirt, instead of buttoning left over right, folds right over left. Was Grace a woman?

The theory that Grace was really Gladstone became, of course, the sporting sensation of the century. The doctrine is based on the 'concealed meaning' of two words, the most important words spoken by Gladstone in the whole of his career, or at any rate, the words which he seemed to wish the world to believe the most important. This was his as-severation, when he first assumed the office of Prime Minister, that pacify Ireland was to be his mission. The theory is, of course, that when Gladstone spoke of Ireland, he was referring not to the famous country but to J. H.Ireland, the Australian fast bowler.

The one man who knew the answer to the secret - R. G. S. (Flicker') Wilson - kept his mouth - now closed for ever - firmly shut during his lifetime. It is certainly true that Gladstone, if he had in fact been Grace, would have had more reason to fear the Ireland of the cricketing world, and indeed Gladstone's suddenly assumed interest in Ireland is difficult to explain. Gladstonians have gone to fantastic lengths to read double meanings into the wordings of Gladstone's Home Rule Bills. 

They prove, to their own conviction at any rate, that it was Home Rule for England which was Gladstone's main concern, foreseeing as he undoubtedly did the menace of Australian Test Match cricket. But the whole theory breaks down, surely, on the question of dates. 

Is it true that Grace was never seen batting at Lords during the Midlothian campaign? 

What is the value of the evidence of D. Bell that his grandfather once thought he heard Grace laughing in the Long Room' during this period? 

Again, J. H. Ireland was only twenty-six when Gladstone assumed office. His play had been reported in The Times, but only three members of the M.C.C. had seen him bowl, including Price. And it is I suppose just conceivably possible that Gladstone did frequently refer to 'Price's Message', if by a simple transliteration references to Lord Rosebery can be shown to be references to Price. 

But Grace or Gladstone, who cares? As any sportsman will say, here was some magnificent cricket played by a magnificent cricketer, who gave pleasure to the world, be his name what it may.











Holdengräber says that their mutual friend, eccentric German filmmaker Werner Herzog, urged him to ask Tyson why he’s so fascinated by Clovis, the founder of the Merovingian Frankish Dynasty, and Pepin the Short, the first Carolingian king of the Franks. 

Tyson’s Answer, however halting, makes him Come Alive :

“I don’t know — it all comes from my insecurity from being poor, and not having enough — to be insecure, and being — yeah, that’s what it is : obscure

I never wanted to be obscure
I was born in obscurity and I never wanted to deal with that again, never wanted to be that. 

And they came from obscurity.”

Gambit














gambit (n.)
"chess opening in which a pawn or piece is risked for advantage later," 1650s, gambett, from Italian gambetto, literally "a tripping up" (as a trick in wrestling), from gamba "leg," from Late Latin gamba "horse's hock or leg" (see gambol (n.)).

Applied to chess openings in Spanish in 1561 by Ruy Lopez, who traced it to the Italian word, but the form in Spanish generally was gambito, which led to French gambit, which has influenced the English spelling of the word. The broader sense of "opening move meant to gain advantage" in English is recorded from 1855.

also from 1650s


gambol (n.)
"frolic, merrymaking," 1590s, earlier gambolde "a skipping, a leap or spring" (1510s), from French gambade (15c.), from Late Latin gamba "horse's hock or leg," from Greek kampē "a bending;" see jamb. The form was altered perhaps by confusion with the formerly common ending -aud, -ald (as in ribald).


ploy (n.)
1722, "anything with which one amuses oneself, a harmless frolic," Scottish and northern England dialect, possibly a shortened form of employ. 

Popularised in the sense of "move or gambit made to manipulate others and gain advantage" by British humorist Stephen Potter (1900-1969), who parodied self-help manuals in books such as 1947's "The Theory and Practice of Gamesmanship : Or the Art of Winning Games Without Actually Cheating."
also from 1722


employ (v.)
early 15c., "apply or devote (something to some purpose); expend or spend," from Old French emploiier (12c.) "make use of, apply; increase; entangle; devote," from Latin implicare "enfold, involve, be connected with, unite, associate," from assimilated form of in- (from PIE root *en "in") + plicare "to fold" (from PIE root *plek- "to plait").

Imply, which is the same word, retains more of the original sense. Sense of "hire, engage" first recorded in English 1580s, from meaning "involve in a particular purpose," which arose in Late Latin. 


Related: Employed; employing; employable.

I am Klute









clout (n.)
Old English clut "lump of something," also "patch of cloth put over a hole to mend it," from Proto-Germanic *klutaz (source also of Old Norse klute "kerchief," Danish klud "rag, tatter," Frisian klut "lump," Dutch kluit "clod, lump"); perhaps related to clot (v.).

In later use "a handkerchief," also "a woman's sanitary napkin." Sense of "a blow" is from early 14c., from the verb. Slang sense of "personal influence" (especially in politics) is by 1946, American English, on the notion of "punch, force."
clout (v.)
"to beat, strike with the hand," early 14c., from clout (n.), perhaps on the notion of hitting someone with a lump of something, or from the "patch of cloth" sense of that word (compare clout (v.) "to patch, mend," mid-14c.). Related: Clouted; clouting.
also from early 14c.


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clot (v.)
"to form in a coagulated mass," early 15c., from clot (n.). Of fluids (especially blood)  from 1590s. Related: Clotted; clotting. Clotted cream (1799) originally was clouted cream (1540s).

Friday 14 July 2023

The Doldrums







Doldrums (n.)
by 1803, "low spirits, the blues, the dumps," colloquial, probably from dulled, past participle of dull (v.) in the sense of "make (someone) slow-witted," with ending perhaps patterned on Tantrum.

DEAR Girl, 
From Noise and London City,
I'm here among 
the blithe and witty;
Where young and old, 
from ev'ry clime,
Like adepts, learn to murder Time!
If you've the doldrums or ennui,
Forsake the town and come to me.

from "A Marine Picture" in 
The Spirit of the Public Journals 
for 1802, London, 1803

Transferred sense, in reference to sailing ships, "in a becalmed condition, unable to make headway" is by 1824. 

This was extended in nautical use to parts of The Sea near The Equator that abound in calms, squalls, and light, baffling winds (1848) and the weather characteristic of these parts. 

"Apparently due to a misunderstanding of the phrase 'in The Doldrums', 
The State being taken as a locality" [OED].

also from 1803

Trends of doldrums

Dull (v.)
c. 1200, "to lessen the vigor, activity, or sensitiveness of" (transitive), from dull (adj.)

Of pointed or edged-things, "make less sharp, render blunt," from late 14c. 
Of colours, glass, etc., "remove the brightness or clearness of," late 14c. 
Intransitive sense of "lose vigour, intensity, or keenness" is from late 14c. 

Related : Dulled; Dulling.

tantrum (n.)
1714, tanterum, originally colloquial, of unknown origin.