Sunday, November 06, 2005

 

God doggerel: Untitled

For a bag of rotten meat
Hung on a weak frame of bone
Such as me
To dare lift eyes to heaven!
To dare not away in shame!
Arrogance!

But I will do as we’re told:
Prostrate myself and yet stand
With hands raised --
Quiet myself and sing praise,
Lurch into God’s own presence.
Mystery!

--ER

Comments:
What's worse, negative comments or none at all? Long night or early morning?
 
Sometimes people are compelled to comment, sometimes I stump 'em. This mighta been one of the latter. I woke up with it all but written in my head.

Late night and an early morning. Today, I've managed some productivity -- but I did take two hours to watch "Fahrenheit 451." I just read the book, along with just about every other Ray Bradbury book, over the summer.

The movie was wonderfully dated in that '60s old-timey futuristic way. And, at the end, when the Book People are introducing themselves to Montague, I snorted and laughed out loud when this red-headed teenager bounded up and said, "I'm 'The Martian Chronicles' by Ray Bradbury!" Dee-lish!

Now, I have to add two more American Indian femmie sources and citations to my paper, then rewrite it to make a 15-minute presentation ...

--ER
 
One thing for sure, if you lived then you would know where all the pyromaniacs would work.
 
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