Saturday, August 19, 2017

Daily Dose

From The Clouds, by Aristophanes, translated by Peter D. Arnott


"I'll yield the privilege to him,
And out of his own mouth I'll take
The thoughts, the sentiments and syllogisms
To put him down."

From page 38, this edition

Friday, August 18, 2017

Breakfast at the Bookstore with Brad and Nick #125

Daily Dose

From The Echoing Green: Poems of Fields, Meadows, and Grasses, edited by Cecily Parks


          THIS Lawn, a carpet all alive
          With shadows flung from leaves--to strive
            In dance, amid a press
          Of sunshine, an apt emblem yields
          Of Worldlings revelling in the fields
            Of strenuous idleness;

          Less quick the stir when tide and breeze
          Encounter, and to narrow seas
            Forbid a moment's rest;
          The medley less when boreal Lights                          
          Glance to and fro, like aery Sprites
            To feats of arms addrest!

          Yet, spite of all this eager strife,
          This ceaseless play, the genuine life
            That serves the stedfast hours,
          Is in the grass beneath, that grows
          Unheeded, and the mute repose
            Of sweetly-breathing flowers.
-- William Wordsworth 

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Clerihew with Sloppy Sutures


Alain Badiou,
You'll find, if you
Read his Handbook of Inaesthetics,
Stitches new Platonic Apologetics. 

A Caricature

Daily Dose

From Lysistra, by Aristophanes, translated by Douglas Parker


"The beast in me is eager and fit for a brawl.
Just rile me a bit and she'll kick down the wall.
You'll bawl to your friends that you've no balls at asll."

From page 68, this edition

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Clerihew for a Great Ghost Writer


This reader mourns for
The late H. Dunmore.
All her ghosts?
Now her hosts.