Saturday, December 21, 2019

"E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries..."

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                                          Bibliomancy?   Synchronicity?

"E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires."
   Thomas Gray "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard."


found this mashed flat insect in my Bartlett's book of
quotation's which is 1540 pages long...

music recommendation
Diana Krall in Paris 2001 DVD
I especially like "Cry me a River"
one of the best piano and voice
performances ever...and the old guys
in her band seem to really like being
on stage with this young woman..

Radiyya Begum...only female sultan




Thursday, December 12, 2019

"Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased;"





                                                                   my lawyer

was called into the chief of polices office
to be questioned about certain associations
the conversation went somewhat like this

we have 8X10 color photos of you in conversation
with know criminal elements
what was the subject of the conversation?!

i have constitutional rights to my privacy

you is got no constitutional rights
you is got no civil rights
and you would be lucky to have any
last rites
you is little more than a human poot
a poot with legs on it

well these fellows said that they had been
watching me and liked my style and would
be willing to get me into the BUSINESS

what business was they going to get you into!

they said they could supply me with the
BIG "H"

heroin! was they going to supply you with heroin

well, no PREPARATION "H"
suppositories
they said folks would be knocking my
door down to get at it when they needed it
and besides it is writ in the constitution in plain
language the I have the right to
LIFE, LIBERTY AND TO POOT IN HAPPINESS
and you will wish you had treated me much better
if your himeroids begin to hurt!

then she threw me out of her office

"Canst thous not minister to a mind diseased;
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow;
Raze out the written troubles of the brain;
And, with some sweet oblivious antidote,
Cleanse the foul bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?  Shakespear

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