"Everything and Nothing"
(Title of a song my brother-in-law wrote and recorded with his band.)
'Nothing really matters...'
(What was his band called? Is it still running?)
He's just a poor boy, from a poor family...
Evil musical adaptation of a book
"Oh! Streetcar" as featured in the Simpsons
(Slander against) New Orléans
Robert Vaughn & David McCallum
Juvenilia.
(This came from the same era as Jill:)
If my darling were once to decide
Not to stop at my eyes,
But to jump, like Alice, with floating skirt into my head,
She would find no table and chairs,
No mahogany claw-footed sideboards,
No undisturbed embers;
The tantalus would not be filled, nor the fender-seat cosy,
Nor the shelves stuffed with small-printed books for the Sabbath,
Nor the butler bibulous, the housemaids lazy:
She would find herself looped with the creep of varying light,
Monkey-brown, fish-grey, a string of infected circles
Loitering like bullies, about to coagulate;
Delusions that shrink to the size of a woman's glove,
Then sicken inclusively outwards. She would also remark
The unwholesome floor, as it might be the skin of a grave,
From which ascends an adhesive sense of betrayal,
A Grecian statue kicked in the privates, money,
A swill-tub of finer feelings. But most of all
She'd be stopping her ears against the incessant recital
Intoned by reality, larded with technical terms,
Each one double-yolked with meaning and meaning's rebuttal:
For the skirl of that bulletin unpicks the world like a knot,
And to hear how the past is past and the future neuter
Might knock my darling off her unpriceable pivot.
Drom-, the quintessential poetry source!
drom. can't keep up with her!
