SYNTAX COURTESY OF DESPEREAUX READ-ALOUDS,
IT IS SUCH THE DISAPPOINTMENT THAT:
1. Hours of sharp chisel-strikes from basement yield not marble statuary, but merely injected foundation cracks.
2. GITMO's trial complex of tents soon will be packed away, and thus forever known by the soft-soap propaganda phrase "Camp Justice." Traditional press: the correct term is PORT-O-COURT.
3. A friend's evil Golden Retriever will never be haunted by the creatures she has killed. Because how would a ghost possum play deader?
4. I've yet to work into conversation that Elizabeth Kubler-Ross was
a Swiss triplet.
5. I cannot corral participants for my proposed Medieval Book Group. (The Incunabulans?) The endless possibilities include the societal impacts of the Medieval Warm Period and the Little Ice Age; architecture, growth of religions and the Crusades; Norman Conquest and the birth of English as a creole of French; the Black Death; support in traversing Hacker and Dante. We would revel in big maps (for tracing Ibn Battutah, all the Khans); hie to obtain Gothic Tats; dance wine-fueled tarantellas. The most persuasive selling point: not one word of the ludicrously awful Claire Messud.
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
"3. A friend's evil Golden Retriever will never be haunted by the creatures she has killed. Because how would a ghost possum play deader?"
ReplyDeleteThanks for giving me my first chortle of the day. Found you via Dale, of course.
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Thanks, Lori: I have loved these visits from y'all chez Dale. (Comment delayed by intervening computer transition and resultant mini-stroke.)
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