you know how they say, write 'something' every day?
Wow(ee) i'd somehow missed this one here; so (while Sundance shows 'Dream House' (near-snuff level film abhorrently plotted wherein the protagonist 'struggles' to maintain real estate values with graphic homicides (English subtitled, the SONY oblong TV muted)) I dash about and grope for sustained sense of repartee.(I am not going to get caught up in any etymologist's dungen for c o g e n c y. From the cellar library, I finger and flip through whats gotta be a rather 'rare': Dylan Collected Thomas Poems [New Directions, 21st Printing, (c) 1957 back through Copyright 1939] that would be a wonderful portal to peruse as I await the rebroadcast of Bill Maher as i'd watched my version of the 7th game of the World Series, and missed my version of Real Time, regular bloke, that's me.
But then on page 142 of Thomas's i see i'd penned: 12 Sept '72 over In My Craft or Sullen Art . Hence, allow me to comment/compliment your '_______________: Repost for Halloween' on October 28, 2013--i'v had a serious inquiry for my 'Blogging in the Zone' (c), and i'v been diagramming each sentence of Gravity's Rainbow ... here's the thing, though,(sticking to your penchant for the boo-hoo factor of what happens post-life...like the guy who stabbed Norman Mailer's hand with a fork, somedaze, not unlike Dylan Thomas, D.E.W.) my copy of the book at issue has a reverse printed cover. That is, this 'In Slipcase' volume, ($5. in 1957) does not match the typeset.
i am going to rethink the problem at first light.
i suspect it is a rare volume, deserving of fastidious archive. Not just after Steinbeck, afore Talese, Tolken, the Trumbull and the rather lazy Leo's Anna K, upon my yeoman's shelf,he lied, omitting the Scholastic Aptitude Tests (ARC Books, paperback, revised edition, .95 cents, 1967) SAT and PSAT.
Vulgar. Meanwhile the Russians tested a ten head MIRV earlier, 'successfully' she said. Meanwhile back at the table the Dr. in me prescribes even-steven lead time for a well constructed manger (you'd think a guy my age could type 'manger' at first swipe, no?) of hand-hewn birch; please God, please, three wise men....
Jesus, Hence, Christ! Lost my quatrain. In Potter's Field the crosses glow semi-colon, twixt the dead, heroes in a row. Disenfranchised,a woe-begone fierce rain, the punch from a busheled pumpkin, hollowed and liquored-red, although a dark angel of ____, before yet one another winter, a dual card game of war, while the simple rich, enjoy the lore.
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Your last two paragraphs had a poetic ring and I read them like this. Hope you don't mind; not saying they should be written this way but this is how I read them ...
Meanwhile back at the table
the Dr. in me
prescribes even-steven lead time
for a well constructed manger
of hand-hewn birch; please God,
please, three wise men....
Jesus, Hence, Christ! Lost my quatrain.
In Potter's Field the crosses glow
semi-colon, twixt the dead,
heroes in a row.
Disenfranchised, a woe-begone fierce rain,
the punch from a busheled pumpkin,
hollowed and liquored-red,
although a dark angel of ____,
before yet one another winter,
a dual card game of war,
while the simple rich,
enjoy the lore.
With gratitude, allow my paraphrase of Forrest Gump,
"i might not be a smart man, but i know what love is."
At least as dense a read as Pa Pumpkin Pie.