Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The Waking

I strolled across
An open field;
The sun was out;
Heat was happy.

This way! This way!
The wren's throat shimmered,
Either to other,
The blossoms sang.

The stones sang,
The little ones did,
And flowers jumped
Like small goats.

A ragged fringe
Of daisies waved;
I wasn't alone
In a grove of apples.

Far in the wood
A nestling sighed;
The dew loosened
It's morning smells.

I came where the river
Ran over stones:
My ears knew
An early joy.

And all the waters
Of all the streams
Sang in my veins
That summer day.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Watch out for Ray Davies' bow tie and the fetishized primitivism, 
but listen for these amazing lines: 

I think I'm so educated and I'm so civilized 
'Cos I'm a strict vegetarian 
But with the over-population and inflation and starvation
And the crazy politicians
I don't feel safe in this world no more 
I don't want to die in a nuclear war
I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an ape man
I  look out my window, but I can't see the sky
'Cos the air pollution is fogging up my eyes
I want to get out of this city alive
And make like an ape man

What a wonderfully weird find today; enjoy the sonorous flatulence of the bee's bottom:

Imminent Doom

THIS frail and fragrant morning
Is streaming on toward noon;
Listen to my warning!
There will be buzzing soon.
Soon we shall be shaken
Like flowers and gold grass
And all our pollen taken
By a bee with bowels of brass.

-Genevieve Taggard