It’s been brought to my attention that not everyone knows the William Carlos Williams poem that was the subject of my satire in my last post. Taken out of the context of the original, I can see why yesterday’s poem might have seemed lonely, sad- even despondent.
I assure you that I am joyful, lovely, and ebullient as always. Maybe a touch more cynical than before, but putting it to good use, I promise.
So, I’m posting the original American classic poem below for your reference.
In other news, I’m loathe to admit that I’ve been so caught up in my own petty happenings that I’ve forgotten to pay attention to the rest of the world this week. Trying to catch up, I googled “Is Hillary Clinton still campaigning?,” upon which the Economist (blech) had a lot to say in their poorly titled article “Is HIllary Clinton still Campaigning for President, or Something Else?” (Come ON- who is writing titles over there at The Economist?!?)
I’ve also spent a little time following up on the slew on terrible disasters that have happened across the world recently. Those of you who know me may remember my gruesome and totally inappropriate fascination with the Tsunami of 2004, or Hurricane Katrina in 2005. I’m equally horrified/obsessed with the earthquake in China. Here’s the fact I can’t drop; the day before the earthquake hit (shook?), apparently, tens of thousands of frogs appeared, croaking up from cracks and ponds, and swarming the streets and hills of China. If the frogs knew- shouldn’t science have seen this coming?
In trying to find out more information about this gross failure of seismology, I also learned that the Chinese government is punishing Chinese people who spread rumors on the internet about the frogs. So I don’t know who to believe, but I’m inclined to shy away from reports stemming from the same government who insisted that internet images in China resulting from google searches for “Tiananmen Square” show some hip touristy spots to get food and souveniers in Bejing.
We live in a strange strange world. Here’s the WCW. Have a good night.
| This Is Just To Say | ||
| by William Carlos Williams | ||
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold |
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