Senseless 1920's Novelty Tune
If we were brains inside a jar,
would you still talk to me?
Would both hippocampi
remember we'd been happy?
Though soaked in brine, would you be mine
throughout eternity --
trade a little lab glass
for that plot of crab-grass?
Corpora callosa
turn callous, but not us:
twin apples of our non-existant eyes--
Let's reach a lower limbo than
we ever shim-shimmied:
formalin-fixed sweeties,
limbic-locked you and me.
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.
I rather like to think so...
ReplyDeleteOh, this is wonderful! I've missed a lot, it seems.
ReplyDeleteOh, purely-aspirational novelty tunes aren't much to miss!
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