Literary Lingerie

Cabin Fever

By Morgan O’Neill

It has been almost a year since I first referred to a Robert Herrick poem in this blog.  It was just after seeing a beautiful Jane Woolrich baby doll design that swept me away.  Now, it seems I am drawn back to Herrick, one, because he is so easy to read, but, two, because the sudden wet, icy cold of a Northeast winter has me hunkered down continually searching for a glimmer of warmth wherever it can be found, real or imagined.

The real is an ugly thing to see.  We could skype but no video is permitted.  Ensconced in my office over my garage with no insulation underneath my body is wrapped for burial starting with my feet, mummy-like.  Heavy socks, a seemingly trite holiday gift once again prove their worth. Blue sweats, another gift adorn my shapeless form.  A woolen skullcap, blue as well, caps … ...Read more

Listening To Lingerie

By Morgan O’Neill

So Ellen, Lingerie Briefs executive editor, has been on my case because I haven’t published much lately.  I have many great excuses I am prepared to defend myself with, notwithstanding the key one being my utter inability to intelligently connect what I am reading or reading about to lingerie.  Essentially, that is the theme behind the blog.   So, without that connectivity I remain speechless.  Or, blogless as it may be. That combined with the ever-present end-of-year array of things both important and trivial that must be attended to, writing has taken a back seat.  How is that for a rationalization?

Don’t get me wrong.  I am still reading though in a less conventional way.  I am listening to audiobooks!   And I must say that I have fallen in love with the genre. Yes, they have been around for decades.  Clumsy cassette players. Tapes (some unlabeled), batteries, dead … ...Read more

By Morgan O’Neill

The thought just occurred to me that two things you cannot or should not do outdoors in a hurricane is one; try to read a book and two, wear lingerie.  You might argue that the incongruity of this argument is ridiculous.  Who would wear lingerie outdoors in a hurricane?  Who would try to read a book outdoors in a hurricane?  And, really, what does this have to do with literature?  Well, if a penguin can wear a tuxedo in an arctic storm, why not?  And if a female Weather Channel reporter standing outdoors in Battery Park can take the time to tell me what she is wearing underneath, then anything is possible.

The Perfect Storm chronicles the confluence of two weather systems uniting to create a mega-storm.  No women were members of the six man crew on the Andrea Gail and Sebastian Junger told a great story … ...Read more

Reading For Information

By Morgan O’Neill

As a fledgling schoolchild, one of the first things you learn is how to read for information.  It is an important part of how new readers enter the world of literature and a practical necessity for making it to high school graduation.  It’s a mandatory survival techique

First Grade: you head to your classroom to meet your gray haired, ancient schoolmarm, when the bell rings, and she says “Welcome students.  I am Mrs. Donotpissmeoff.  Ahem, you, the buck toothed kid in the back of the room, wipe that smirk off your face.  I know what you’re thinking… all of the time.  Now students, where was I.  Ah, yes, please read the information on the yellow paper on your desk about the supplies you will need for my class. They will be important if you are going to succeed (a teacher’s word for survive) in my class.”  I … ...Read more

By Morgan O’Neill

When I was young and highly impressionable I was seduced by the idea of heroism.  I fell in love with the notion of being a hero, with saving the day. Like every other child of the fifties I was there when Superman came to comic book life to save Metropolis and Lois Lane from evil doers. Yet, in spite of Superman’s heroic deeds, there was always something inaccessible about him.  Maybe he was just too perfect, too good to be true.  I could never be like him.   In the sixties, the flawed hero entered my comic book world dressed like a spider with the forewarning that with “great power comes great responsibility.” Even more beguiling was the idea that this flawed hero, an imperfect individual could step beyond his or her failings and achieve something heroic.  Peter Parker was average.  So am I.  He epitomized teen angst.  … ...Read more

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