Edo Monsters

http://bibliodyssey.blogspot.com/2009/03/edo-monsters.html

I am very, truly excited by these.

End piece of the poem

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
                              For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
                              Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
                              For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

And of course, repetition is everything my heart says. And my heart says throw anything away that you procrastinate on. I am saying yes yes yes and no no no, and calling my sister in the early morning to tell her about my garlic throwing itself out of potting soil like heaven bound souls or the mighty bamboo.

Conversation on completing taxes

I call my father to tell him my amusement at reporting the 44 cents I received from Walmart stock this year, my amusement at owning any Walmart stock whatsoever. Stock still under custody of my father, and I am twenty-five.

I remind him that he gave me a gun for my sixteenth birthday.

He tells me that he has planted a garden. I exclaim, oh, your liberty garden! He tells me that he has hired a landscaper to plant a garden for him, and a plumber to create an automated sprinkler system.

Quothe he: I cannot possibly mess this up.
Quothe he: I just want to muck around in it.

He says that he is trapping raccoons all week, and freeing them far away from his liberty garden. I ask him, do you expect to catch them all?
He says, enough.

He had thirty people over for brunch this morning and he made grits: Not cheese grits, but brie grits.

Purple Fingers

I'm tie-dying a lacy floral dress tonight, but I really just want to dye easter eggs.

On the shores of the Limpopo River

Miss Harmony Farthington and Karl Humphreys

Albertus Seba

You can't fool me

there ain't no sanity clause.

Slime Mold

Ankles

In singular accord: supercelestial thoughts and subterranean actions.

Apples
Barley
Beans
Beets
Butter
Broccoli
Cabbage
Cauliflower
Celery
Cheese (Blue, Gorgonzola, Gouda, Parm)
Chocolate
Coffee (with cream)
Cucumber
Eggplant
Eggs
Garlic
Ginger
Kale
Leeks
Lentils
Mushrooms
Mustard Greens
Oatmeal
Olive
Onions
Pasta
Pears
Plums
Pumpkin (canned)
Quinoa
Sardines
Soybeans (frozen)
Spinach (frozen?)
Swiss Chard
Tea
Tomatoes (canned)
Turkey
Walnuts
Watercress
Wine
Yams
Yogurt
Zucchini

The Goose a Prisoner.

http://www.shadow-puppets.com/

In bed.

Have eaten too many spanakopita.

"I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott.