March 16, 2008

• Some Dizzy Whore, 1804

  It was a crazy day weatherwise in LA today.  It started out warm and sunny.  I’m still dog-sitting, so I took the pups on a long walk this morning.  We sat at a cafe for a while, and I read some more about my new camera.  It certainly has a lot of hidden features…though not quite this many:

  

  Anyway, here are some shots I took of Garbo & Ruby, and of the storm front that moved through Los Angeles this afternoon.  Being close to St. Patrick’s Day, I was hoping for a rainbow, or at least a pot of gold.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  A dreaded sunny day
  So I meet you at the cemetery gates
  Keats and Yeats are on your side

  A dreaded sunny day
  So I meet you at the cemetery gates
  Keats and Yeats are on your side
  While Wilde is on mine

  So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
  All those people all those lives
  Where are they now?
  With the loves and hates
  And passions just like mine
  They were born
  And then they lived and then they died
  Seems so unfair
  And I want to cry

  You say: “ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn”
  And you claim these words as your own
  But I’ve read well, and I’ve heard them said
  A hundred times, maybe less, maybe more

  If you must write prose and poems
  The words you use should be your own
  Don’t plagiarise or take “on loans”
  There’s always someone, somewhere
  With a big nose, who knows
  And who trips you up and laughs
  When you fall
  Who’ll trip you up and laugh
  When you fall

  You say: “ere long done do does did”
  Words which could only be your own
  And then you then produce the text
  From whence was ripped some dizzy whore, 1804

  A dreaded sunny day
  So let’s go where we’re happy
  And I meet you at the cemetery gates
  Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side

  A dreaded sunny day
  So let’s go where we’re wanted
  And I meet you at the cemetery gates
  Keats and Yeats are on your side
  But you lose because Wilde is on mine

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