Six O’Clock Vintage
Seek those images
that constitute the wild,
the lion and the virgin,
the harlot and the child.
Find in middle air
an eagle on the wing,
recognize the five
that make the Muses sing.
| W.B Yeats, Those Images
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Apr 10th 2006
ohio seems to be waiting for catastrophy–no need to chase it.
Apr 10th 2006
and what catastrophe is so imminent? Is it weather related or something worse?
Excuse me while I wax thoughtfully dull for a moment: isn’t waiting for catastrophe analogous to the human condition? We sit decadently by awash in despair, hopeful, even, for more to make us finally drown.
Right… The sun was out today, I hope you got a walk in before grading time.
Apr 10th 2006
you just can’t stop being such a brain, every time you try to make a humorous post you always end up saying some brainy comment
(hahaha just kidding)
Oh, and by the way i would love to go chasing with you, should i bring a kite and a key? ha ha
Apr 12th 2006
Spud, why haven’t you blogged lately?
Apr 13th 2006
sorry, cant think of ANYTHING good to right, i guess i just got bored, i don’t know?