Thursday, November 19, 2009
A New England Fable
Oh, be walked, be a little girl. People told them of birds, rain, marvels like the Gorilla signing the lines about death. We figured there was a visiting way. The answer is that it is so pretty. Oblique. People falling to their deaths in the WTC conflagration became art in lobbies. "Tumbling Woman," while celebrated as mind, is worth attending as quotes of Rhodes or the Rhode Island School of Design. In it many were also asleep. Upon awakening, bed sbegan to sing proofs that the cat thought that the dog was a dullard. Human grammar got fat from this. All that was left at the end was philosophical rat-catchers and funny dresses on the boys. Philosophers then made propositions like: "Mice are mice that walk. A is the sick. Ergo: wallop." It made exactly the sort of sense it needed to make before it disappeared. Which is what physics had been trying to tell them all along. But they were stubborn and they educated their children to be even more stubborn. Subversive had nothing whatsoever to do with it. It was about sniffing God's armpits and making a face. Dying well. The dignity inherent in punctuation. "Man is the only animal that uses a semicolon; he is the only one that has a need to, I believe." Said the Fox.
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2 comments:
ah..you always add a new and welcome page to my work-a-day.
i fear semicolons..like fear of the unknown.
~xp
xo peter!
i am sleep and writing you!
xo
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