See that shepherd
on the hill
the boy with sling
and stones to spare
Line him up
and squeeze one off
Show his people
once more
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See that shepherd
on the hill
the boy with sling
and stones to spare
Line him up
and squeeze one off
Show his people
once more
The guy in 11D hung himself,
the tall guy with the schnauzer,
looked like Tommy Tune
He was always alone
I guess you can't blame him
He was a string theorist,
whether or not he was home...
Proteins are now folding
in a most peculiar way.
I can't remember Tuesday
or if Talese was gay.
I think love may be stochastic,
but you would have to say,
for now I will just sit here,
...
I'm Sticking With You - Velvet Underground
I hope to die on time
I'm usually not too late,
a few minutes,
a decade or two at most.
It's a big ballpark
and the devil's on the base path
with pale blue eyes.
Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits - Magnetic Fields
Thinking of you Carlos,
Rest in Peace
A man who is happy with his life has no meaningful understanding of it.
They are currently writing an international ban on robots called LARS,
that stands for lethal autonomous robotics.
They are...
Time flies, fish frys, bow ties, baby cries, ink lies
Strange Boat - The Waterboys
H, Thank you for your critique. The most obvious of criticisms, it seems to me, is the too hasty misspelling of the title. So far as I know this is not a quotation, but as Shakespeare famously said...
I dreamed I was the ocean
intent upon the shore,
in my dreams I touched you,
in dreams love can be fair.
Good Morning Heartache - Billie Holiday
Some Kind of Love - The Velvet Underground
In fact Dee-O-Deet was not a son of Cochise, rather he was his contemporary and likely unrelated. He was an advisor and confidant of Cochise's grandson Ciye, also known as Nino Cochise.
Dee-O-Deet was a holy man of the last free Chiricahua. It was reported by more than one informant that, in in his elder years, Dee-O-Deet entered his encampment in northern Mexico leading a blind and...
I was there when Dee-O-Deet led the blind stag into camp by its lip.
I saw this miracle, but I did not understand.
Now I have seen the human beings led to slaughter by the lip.
I am beginning to...
Notes from the Underground was my introduction to Dostoevsky. I agree with Jassy. It changed the way I think about everything I have read since.
Thanks for the links Auntie. They are appreciated. This poem was inspired by a recurring nightmare that I have had since shortly after my beloved Grandfather died in the late 1950's. I have only...
This is marvelous.
Never been to Norway. I have been to Devil's Throat, though. I was there before it was fenced. It is near Little Finland and Hobgoblin's Playground, close to Gold Butte. When my companions and I...
Hawk, you are right of course.
The Hell (capital H) I referred to is not allegorical.
I know that the hell you and Sartre reference is very real, been there.
Fe fi fiddle e i o is not Martian...
Thanks all. It is not really about Mars. Hawkman, does fe fi fiddle e i o mean anything to you? I believe in Mars but I am not so sure about Hell.
If life is found on Mars
I think I might go on
If I could not see my death
I'd take a few more steps
and if this was a circle
I'd slip up behind myself
I'll settle for this short arc
Some nights the desert
is wet and warm
Some nights the desert's moon
shows clear as daylight
Some nights the silent desert breeze
brings you back
Some nights in your desert