Monday, January 30, 2012

Whose that author?


Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than
before known,
Arouse! for you must justify me

19 comments:

  1. The "Leaves of Grass" dude?

    The one with the long fellow?

    I didn't Google and am only going from you Lewinsky hint.

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  2. Leaving it to you to prove and define it.

    Some stains speak for themselves, some fluoresce, revealing under black light the potency of their true nature.

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  3. Walt might have played with Monica's tits, but in an unthreatening way.

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  4. Wadsworth?

    Pls front-page this, TY.

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  5. I read a lot of Walt not long ago. Of course, having spent almost 20 years in Durham I recall Nuke Laloosh's comment about limpid jets "--of love"...hey, Crash, does that mean what I think it means? What's the deal here?"

    Who better to talk of such things than a commie who shacked up with a red headed cougar for a couple of decades until he got too old for her.

    But Walt led a tough life, that's for sure. It couldn't have been easy being him.

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  6. Monica and Bill ruined blue dresses for me. Still can't see one without the whole unappetizing affair spring to mind. Ewww.

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  7. "spring to mind"

    It never ends.

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  8. You're right blake. She ran from the gerund bastard.

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  9. My thought is: Leave it all to blake and chickenlittle. They will step up, and everyone will pay attention (and not just on account of personal connections). Go,guys, go. Will you?

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  10. o/~At first Bill was too good to be true
    Like JFK but like Elvis, too
    Wearing those shades
    Playin' saxophone
    With secrets to hide
    Sins to atone for~\o

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