Dow Fever
May 17th, 2012| (With apologies to John Masefield and ‘Sea Fever’) |
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I must down to the Street again, I must down to the Street again, |
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Guest Poet (5)
May 15th, 2012|
Light verse springs from a long and distinguished tradition. Here is Lord Byron (1788-1824) on the proper training of an ignobleman.
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from Don Juan Sagest of women, even of widows, she Resolved that Juan should be quite a paragon, And worthy of the noblest pedigree; (His sire was of Castile, his dam from Aragon).Then for accomplishments of chivalry, In case our lord the king should go to war again,He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress—or a nunnery. |
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Standing By
May 13th, 2012|
A tree is someone whose toes curl deep in the earth, whose arms wave in concert, directing the reeds and the woodwinds, the finches, the phlox A tree is someone |
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The Search for Useful Applications of Psychokinesis
May 11th, 2012| Excerpted from Minutes from NOPE (filed under “Articles”) |
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A discouragingly small percentage of sensitives even claim to do anything useful to society. One woman has been turning salt into sugar but reports that she can’t turn sand into sugar no matter how hard she tries. She has, however, used psychokinesis to remove stains from furniture fabrics. We were enthusiastic about the milkman in Baltimore who can cause fog to lift, but we called him, and it turns out he can lift it only a couple of inches. What is even more disheartening is the number of psychics who can’t seem to cause anything but mischief. One makes milk curdle and peels bark from trees, another grows feathers on fish, and still others make pens leak or underwear shrink, or they shatter stained-glass windows, set carbon paper on fire, blow fuses, straighten pretzels, and make paint slide down from the walls. We can’t wait to meet the lady in Erie, Pennsylvania, whose only claim to psychic powers is that she can make the librarian blink, or the one who makes sparks jump from the nose of her cocker spaniel. But the search continues. The mind is a wonderful mechanism, and we’re not going to rest until someone discovers a practical use for it. |
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Shadows
May 9th, 2012|
Weep for the shadow, who never sees the sun. Always some fucking tree is in the way. Trees have their dark side Weep for the sun, Weep for the tears you shed, |
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