Break Newz: Arabian Whites
Today is still Tuesday, 13 June 2006.
So, George W. Warlord vacations in Baghdad.
Keepin' it real.
Here is the real, dedicated to the victims of the Warlord:
Edna St.Vincent Millay (1892-1951)
Recuerdo
We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.
We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.
So, George W. Warlord vacations in Baghdad.
Keepin' it real.
Here is the real, dedicated to the victims of the Warlord:
Edna St.Vincent Millay (1892-1951)
Recuerdo
We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.
We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.
posted by HH at 10:02 AM
10 Comments:
Millay writes of an actuality: she and John Reed, radical of blessed memory, on the Staten Island Ferry on a long-ago morn.
Do you have a real job? Are you published or do you just spend all your time researching other authors and doing posts on your blog all day?
Yes, in "real" life ("what is Reality?" as the Firesign Theatre would say ... oops that's another author), I have it on good author-ity that HH is really George Leroy Tirebiter, Grand Old Poobah of Sector R. I hear he's very repentant for having educated himself, and knowing other authors off the top of his pointy little head. And what does A-Naughty-Mouse do? "Nothin' but love." (Oops, that's from a movie -- another indictment!)
In my day and circles, we at least concocted a more becoming moniker than "anonymous". Young people these days.
So, I take it that your friend Calihula means to say that no, you don't have a job, no you aren't published, and that you have a lot of trivia in your head.
As for your friend Ms. Astor, instead of anonymous, how about "name withheld?"
As for me, I have a full time job that pays well and a full personal life. A friend told me about this blog, and suggested that I look at it every so often. What I have seen is various disjointed ramblings. However, it is apparent that the blog author spends a lot of time on it. Thus the questions "do you have a job?" or are you published anywhere but in cyberspace?
Ring around the straw man,
Help maximize his flaws and,
Bash him, bash him
Take that you clown.
Pardon me name withheld, but your Protestant/puritan work ethic is showing.
Perhaps the author is a true scion of the American dream having inherited great personal wealth that was squeezed from the twisted bodies of a criminally exploited underclass or ripped from an environment teetering on the edge of the runaway greenhouse.
Perhaps the author is the beneficiary of wealth the family obtained through profitable business dealings with German Corpo-Fascists permitting the life of an indolent wastrel dilettante wastrel.
But wait, that would place the author in the same exalted company as our Commander in Chief.
Oops! One wastrel too many. Just like the White House.
"I have a full time job that pays well and a full personal life."
So you're getting plenty?
Regarding Lord Haines' comment above, it is obvious that at least one of HH's friends does not know healthy discourse when he/she reads it. He/she just wants to talk smack. Admittedly, it is his/her right to do so.
Dear anonymous/name withheld,
HH is as much in the proverbial dark as to the ID of Lord Haines as you are, so I don't know if LH is friend or foe, eye of newt, toe of frog, etc.
"Talk smack" is a new one on me. Must spend less time in the 19th century.
And who are your friends?
And, after all, "getting plenty" could be a cornucopia reference, and thus be an obscure comment on your gardening abilities.
One request: do please attack my ideas.
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