I am in here.
So I would hear out those lungs, The air split into nine levels, Some gift of tongues of the whistler In the invalid’s bed: my mother, Warbling all day to herself The thousand variations of one song; It is called Buckdancer’s Choice. For years, they have all been dying Out, the classic buck-and-wing men Of … Continue reading Buckdancer's Choice
Law, say the gardeners, is the sun, Law is the one All gardeners obey To-morrow, yesterday, to-day. Law is the wisdom of the old The impotent grandfathers shrilly scold; The grandchildren put out a treble tongue, Law is the senses of the young. Law, says the priest with a priestly look, Expounding to an unpriestly … Continue reading Law Like Love
A new favorite… Several things to do at work, if you don’t want to work. From “My brain is made of things made of gold:” My brain is made of things made of gold: If I were a wolf you’d all be dead Holding my breath for 2 minutes. No cheating. Perfecting my look of … Continue reading My brain is made of things made of gold: If I were a wolf you'd all be dead
Yup, this makes more sense… Got this tidbit over at Gail’s blog, Crossing the Rubicon2: Sunday, January 18, 2004 Suicide Bombing Mother Was Caught With Hamas Lover By Husband Yediot Ahronot reports this morning that 22-year-old Reem Al-Reyashi, themother of two who blew herself up at the Erez Crossing from the Gaza Stripto Israel, murdering … Continue reading Aha!
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