Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Melancholia


The woman on the moon is being forced to the earth

she's brought with her, cheese curds in her breasts


her milky breasts dripping tears of her temper --

Gentle Ophelia, she of crazy hormones.


Why not end a world with a cosmic bang

why not go down with a stymied prince


a secret assassination first, R and G, the stab

through the arras, you, he, and a whole world, boom.


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12 comments:

  1. Boom...oh yeah...savvy write TF...add this one to Magpie...it fits the theme perfectly...

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  2. Tess,

    Your comment beats mine on Magpie to the punch! I had this half written, so your Ophelia, did my duty!

    TF

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    1. It's always a treat when you join Magpie!

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    2. I've been diverted from 'my game' for a while. Perhaps now back in.

      T.F.

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  3. damn....nice....the curdy breasts and blow the whole place up...nice energy in this...

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  4. Thanks, Brian!

    I was hoping to catch much in 'small explosions'.

    Trulyfool

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  5. TF, you write a classically poetic piece here, suggesting what a song in the early 70's said: "Let's drop the big one now: They don't like us anyhow."

    No, but seriously, your writing is always on a level for us mere mortals to aspire to!

    Rick

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    1. Rick,

      If you can believe this . . . I AM mortal!

      I did like this piece. Sometimes I don't feel confident at all, but this time it was both lean and 'connected to canon' (but I always try for the 'quirky' allusiveness).

      Partly S'peare, of course. Partly that gorgeously depressive and visually stunning film by Lars van Trier.

      Thanks for your good words!

      Trulyfool

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  6. A stab through the arras - glad to see you know your Shakespeare...
    (Please dump the word verification.)

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    1. Berowne,

      I always prize your comments. And I've certainly recognized your 'chops' with literature.

      The Hamlet I had in mind was the filmed Branagh one. I myself have hidden behind an arras or two in my time.

      I wasn't quite certain of the order of deaths, but figured any goof might earn license in the eye of keen readers. If I've erred, I thank you for not calling me to task.

      This can get more convoluted, but I'll exercise my knot-tricks trying to figure out how to eliminate Word Verification. Frankly I wasn't even aware it was in place!

      Thank you for reading, Master Lit!

      TFool

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  7. A suberb write - cheese curd, cosmic bang and all!

    Anna :o]

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  8. Anna,

    Sorry for the tardiness of this response -- Thanks for your support here!

    TFool

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