The Wind
by James Stephens
The wind stood up, and gave a shout;
He whistled on his fingers, and
Kicked the withered leaves about,
And thumped the branches with his hand,
And said he’d kill, and kill, and kill;
And so he will! And so he will!
by Freddie on August 23, 2009
Freddie deBoer used to blog at lhote.blogspot.com, and may again someday. Now he blogs here.
Borat, Art, and the Eye of the Beholder
Borat: “I do a picture, only small, of the Tishnik Masacre. Where many Uzbeks…crushed!”
Kindly Gray Hippie: “How did you feel when you drew this?”
Borat: “Very proud!”.
KGH: “I’m just listening with sadness…a little sadness for your people…?”
Borat: “Yes…no, it is not sad. It is us who do the kill!”
When in doubt, consult the classics [5:30 mark].
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Over on the Mindless Diversions site...
Our intrepid commenter A Teacher tells the story of how he published his NaNoWriMo book (and, of course, tells us how we can get a copy of it for ourselves). ( 1 comments)
Nobel Peace Prize Jury Faces Formal Inquiry
Read the story here. Here’s the paragraph that would make clicking through worthwhile, if you’re still undecided:
If the Stockholm County Administrative Board, which supervises foundations in Sweden’s capital, finds that prize founder Alfred Nobel’s will is not being honored, it has the authority to suspend award decisions going back three years — though that would be unlikely and unprecedented, said Mikael Wiman, a legal expert working for the county. ( 9 comments)
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I’ve always thought this poem, by A.R. Ammons , was just about perfect:
Small Song
The reeds giveway to the
wind and givethe wind away
Ah damn html. That should read
The reeds give [break]
way to the[break]
wind and give[break]
the wind away [break]
Sorry — sam
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