#rump

We suspect Dr. Clutterbuck's sense of hearing must be injured: for him the 'ear trumpet' magnifies but distorts sound, rendering it less distinct than before. ↗

— Robert James Graves

#distinct #distorts #dr #ear #hearing

I blew the love trumpet until my cheeks were blue. Then I paid 34 bucks for a taxicab ride home so I could admire my receding hairline in the mirror. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #love #surreal #trumpet

The first time I ever played the trumpet in public, I played the Marine Hymn. I sounded terrible. ↗

— Wynton Marsalis

#first #first time #hymn #i #marine

Every man may reign secure in his petty tyranny, and spread terror and desolation around him, until the trump of the Archangel shall excite different emotions in his soul. ↗

— James Otis

#desolation #different #different emotions #emotions #every

The very essence of leadership is that you have to have vision. You can't blow an uncertain trumpet. ↗

— Theodore Hesburgh

#essence #leadership #trumpet #uncertain #very

Leadership is an opportunity to serve. It is not a trumpet call to self-importance. ↗

— J. Donald Walters

#leadership #opportunity #self-importance #serve #trumpet

Down with the Miserable Moneygrumps ™! ↗

— Melissa D. Stiveson

#how-to #melissa-d-stiveson #melissa-stiveson #miserable-moneygrumps #personal-budget

Be a Cinchy Saver ™! ↗

— Melissa D. Stiveson

#melissa-d-stiveson #melissa-stiveson #miserable-moneygrump #personal-budget #personal-finances

A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dipped Carrot On my bed, my green comforter draped over my knees like a lumpy turtle, I think about the Berlin Wall of years that separates us. In my own life, the years are beginning to stack up like a Guinness World Record’s pile of pancakes, yet I’m still searching for some kind of syrup to believe in. In the shadows of my pink sheet, I see your face, Desnos’ face, and two clock faces staring at each other. I see a gaping wound that ebbs rose petals, while a sweaty armpit holds an orchestra. Beethoven, maybe. A lover sings a capella, with the frothiness of a cappuccino. Starbucks, maybe. There’s an hourglass, too, and beneath the sands lie untapped oil reserves. I see Dali’s mustache, Magritte’s pipe, and bowling shoes, which leaves the question-- If you could time travel through a trumpet, would you find today and tomorrow too loud? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#carrot #dali #future #magritte #poem

Clifford Brown was in the jazz circles considered to be probably the greatest trumpet player who ever lived. ↗

— Herb Alpert

#circles #clifford #considered #ever #greatest