April 29, 2005

  • Vachel Lindsay:


    Two Old Crows


    Two old crows sat on a fence rail
    Two old crows sat on a fence rail,
    Thinking of effect and cause,
    Of weeds and flowers
    And nature’s laws.
    One of them muttered, one of them stuttered,
    One of them stuttered, one of them muttered,
    Each of them thought far more than he uttered.
    One crow asked the other crow a riddle.
    One crow asked the other crow a riddle:
    The muttering crow
    Asked the stuttering crow,
    “Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?
    Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?”
    “Bee=cause,” said the other crow,
    “Bee-cause,
    B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause.”
    Just then a bee floew close to their rail: -
    “Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzz
    zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ZZZZZZZ.”
    And those two black crows
    Turned pale,
    And away those crows did sail.
    Why?


    B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause


    B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause


    “Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzz


    zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ZZZZZZZ.”


     


     


    The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cookie


    by Vachel Lindsay




    The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cookie.


    He bites it, day by day,


    Until there’s but a rim of scraps


    That crumbles all away.


     


    The South Wind is a baker.


    He kneads clouds in his den,


    And bakes a crisp new moon that…greedy


    North… Wind… eats… again!



    I’m having a good time.  fodonald took me to a bidness mixer.  I talked to crazy evelyn and squirted mushroom juice on my shirt.  there was a woman there wearing a tag that had her name and “rehab center” on it.  I had to make a comment about her tag and the fact that she was holding two glasses of wine.  I don’t think fodon will be taking me anywhere in public again.

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