I was thinking about that drom. Once I have enough poems, I may rearrange the order, do a little editing, but I'd like to get an illustrated book together.
I thought that you were, somehow. The great thing is that the poems don't look strained, if you know what I mean; they seem to have flown to you.
'Punch the tonsils like a three horse town'
(deleted post Dancing in their bandages)
I love Nietzsche too. He tries to woo me in the almond light, like a tortoise lain flat on a beech tree.
Unrelatedly, I remember one of my favourite parts of Measure to Measure, Angelo's temptation speech:
What's this? what's this? is this her fault or mine?
The tempter, or the tempted, who sins most?
Ha!
Not she, nor doth she tempt; but it is I
That, lying by the violet in the sun,
Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,
Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it be
That modesty may more betray our sense
Than woman's lightness? Having wasteground enough,
Shall we desire to raze the sanctuary
And pitch our evils there? O fie, fie, fie!
What dost thou? or what are thou, Angelo?
Dost thou desire her foully for those things
That make her good? O, let her brother live:
Thieves for their robbery have authority
When judges steal themselves. What, do I love her,
That I desire to hear her speak again,
And feast upon her eyes? what is't I dream on?
O cunning enemy that, to catch a saint,
With saints dost bait thy hook: most dangerous
Is that temptation that doth goad us on
To sin in loving virtue. Never could the strumpet
With all her double vigor, art and nature,
Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid
Subdues me quite. Ever till now,
When men were fond, I smiled and wondered how.
What mastery
I heard of this klezmer band with the name, of....THE KLESBIANS. Howzat for schtick
LOL! I love it. I'll see them in the food lines soon, I'm sure.
I'd have to say that 'Runners Dial Zero' is better than anything on Midnite Vultures-- and that was a cast off. The annoying thing is that he just throws hundreds of Brilliant songs into oblivion. His low esteem kills me.
